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

Fu Zheng looked at the person in charge of the industrial park.

The person in charge immediately sat up straight and echoed, "I agree with Director Gao's approach. First reduce the pressure of public opinion and then mediate privately. The only thing left is to lose some money. If you let him continue to make trouble like this, it will be extremely detrimental to the company."

Fu Zheng leaned on the back of the sofa, resting his right hand on the armrest, curling up his fingers and tapping gently in a regular manner, "Things are still fermenting. There must be reporters guarding Ma He's house at this time. Now I'm going to find someone to report. I just It will make people think that we have a guilty conscience. Besides, the results of the administrative review have not yet come out, so let’s wait.”

Director Gao did not agree with Fu Zheng's idea, "Recently, the company has been plagued by negative news and the stock has continued to fall, which has made shareholders very dissatisfied. Regardless of the result of the administrative review, even if it is the fault of the deceased, it is a good thing for us to give preferential treatment to the family of the deceased. It can save the company's reputation."

"I remember that Uncle Gao used to be very high-spirited. The industrial park's current scale is inseparable from Uncle Gao's contribution. Now that I have been sitting in the office for a long time, why have I become timid?"

Director Gao: "..."

"Reporters have focused on the Fu family. Do you think we can change public opinion if we keep the compensation private? If we keep the secret this time, will similar things happen again in the future? Will it still be private? The Fu family has no habit of being taken advantage of. If It is really our responsibility to actively compensate. If it were not our problem, Fu would not suffer this loss."

The person in charge of the industrial park glanced at Director Gao.

Seeing Fu Zheng's insistence, Director Gao sighed and looked at the person in charge, "Just do as Mr. Fu wants. There are reporters waiting downstairs. When you speak, pay attention to your wording. Don't be too arrogant or overbearing. It’s too low, it’s all up to the police!”

The person in charge calmed down and said, "I understand."

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Mr. Fu."

It was Special Assistant Yang's voice.

"Enter."

"Mr. Fu, Secretary Li has responded. See you in Shengshi at seven o'clock in the evening."

Public opinion and compensation for the deceased's family are still trivial matters, and he is afraid that the higher-ups will take advantage of this to embarrass him. This is the purpose of Fu Zheng's coming here.

"I see."

Director Gao smiled and said, "In recent years, the industrial park has become more and more popular in attracting investment, and Bureau Li still gives it face."

As soon as the fire broke out, he immediately stopped production in the industrial park and waited for relevant departments to investigate.

Now that the safety hazards have been eliminated, it is better to restore order as early as possible. One day later will cost a lot of money.

"This is all due to the good management of Mr. Fu and Director Gao." The person in charge of the industrial park said with a smile.

……

Two days later, the industrial park began to resume work.

"Mr. Fu, why don't we go back?" Assistant Yang asked.

Obviously Mr. Fu could go back yesterday, but he insisted on staying here for one more day, and he didn't know why.

Fu Zheng glanced at the date on the phone screen and fell silent.

After the company fire accident, he once again experienced the madness of public opinion.

People on the Internet are saying the same thing, and there is no way to defend even with evidence.

So Wen Liang must have felt so helpless and hopeless before.

Was it really too late for him to make up for it?

Did she watch that interview?

What was she thinking, would she still choose to divorce him?

"Book a flight for me."

……

Wednesday evening.

When Wen Liang came home from get off work, she saw a pair of men's handmade leather shoes at the entrance and a black windbreaker hanging on a hanger next to her.

She was slightly startled. He was back?

"get off work?"

When Wen Liang looked up, she saw Fu Zheng sitting on the sofa in the living room, leaning on the back of the sofa, crossing his legs and staring at her.

"Okay. Are you done with the matter over there?" Wen Liang's expression returned to normal and he continued to change his shoes.

"That's almost it. Just leave the rest to others."

Wen Liang walked into the living room wearing slippers. Fu Zheng poured a glass of water and pushed it to the edge of the coffee table. He said as if unintentionally, "Did you watch the interview video that day?"

"See." Wen Liang sat down on the sofa, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Fu Zheng paused, as if he didn't expect Wen Liang's feedback to be only two words. He asked tentatively, "Do you have any ideas?"

Wen Liang looked at him and replied with two words, "No."

Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.

"When did we go to the Civil Education Bureau to get the divorce certificate?"

Fu Zheng froze, his gaze fell on Wen Liang, his eyes long, "Are you still insisting on divorce?"

"Ah."

"We've made it public."

"Who said you can't get divorced if it's public?"

"why?"

"Didn't I say that last time?"

"Because of Zhou Yu, right? Because he didn't care about his career, beat people for you, and attracted the attention of netizens for you, so he gave you that recording?"

Wen Liang frowned and looked at him doubtfully, "What do you mean? Zhou Yu beat someone for me? What kind of recording?"

"Nothing." Fu Zheng looked away and shook his head, "Then why do you insist on getting a divorce?"

"I just don't want to live with you anymore. You go fulfill your promise to Chu Siyi, and I live my ordinary life, okay?"

"Is it because of Chu Siyi? What do you want me to do? I promise you."

"Don't you always want to be with her? I'll make it happen for you."

"Okay, if you don't like her, how about I send her abroad so that she can never influence us again?"

Seeing Fu Zheng's desperate look, Wen Liang stood up, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, "Fu Zheng, stop deceiving yourself. No matter what you do, I will insist on divorce!"

After speaking, she turned and walked up the stairs.

"Wen Liang, don't leave!"

Fu Zheng hugged her from behind, his arms tightly around her waist, his hot breath spraying on the back of her neck, begging in a low voice, "Give me another chance, okay..."

Don't be so cruel!

Just when he realized that he had fallen in love with her and couldn't live without her, she decided to divorce.

"Fu Zheng, I've given you enough opportunities, but you didn't seize them even once."

Wen Liang lowered his eyes, "It's not that I gave up on you, it's that you never chose me from the beginning."

She is always just a Plan B.

Even this time, Fu Zheng only chose to come forward to clarify when her personal information was exposed and the situation was out of control.

Wen Liang thought of the original black forest cake.

That represents his casual perfunctoryness and her most innocent love.

The thoughts of a seventeen-year-old girl are as bitter and sweet as the cake.

If she had known at that time that Chu Siyi did not want the cake, she would not have accepted it, nor would she have allowed herself to like bitter chocolate.

Just like her marriage, it looked gorgeous on the outside. She tasted it with anticipation, and it was extremely bitter.

From the beginning, it was destined that she would be Fu Zheng's second best, and that this marriage would always make way for Chu Siyi.

But she didn't realize that even she was deceived by the exquisite packaging on the outside of the chocolate.

Now she understands that she still likes to eat sweets, sweet candies, the fruit candies sold in the village candies when she was a child, simple and unpretentious, only a dime a pop, but sweet to her heart.

What was placed in front of her now was an exquisitely packaged candy handed over by Fu Zheng. She knew that it contained bitter chocolate.

"I just want this one chance."

Fu Zheng, who has always been cold and arrogant, humbly prayed for the first time, "Wen Liang, let me make it up to you, okay?"

Wen Liang stood there, finally broke away from his hand, and went upstairs without looking back.

This sweet fruit candy was eventually discarded.

Fu Zheng's arms were empty, and he stared at her decisive back, feeling an emptiness in his heart.