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

Fu Zheng turned a deaf ear and continued, "I'll ask Auntie to bring some food."

"I told you to get out, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Wen Liang still had her eyes closed, her voice was calm and cold, "That's right, otherwise you wouldn't have locked me in the bedroom."

Fu Zheng froze and stood silent for a long time, "Okay, I'll go out. You can have something to eat after Auntie comes."

He slowly walked out of the ward door and sat on the seat at the door, his eyes blood red.

Hearing the door creak, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with tears that couldn't stop overflowing.

Facing Fu Zheng, she could only hold on to the sheets tightly and restrain herself to prevent herself from losing control.

She had never regretted so much, regretted falling in love with Fu Zheng, regretted marrying Fu Zheng.

Wen Liang knew that her close relationship was weak, and her relatives passed away one after another, leaving her alone.

That's why she wants a child of her own.

Therefore, even if she wants to divorce Fu Zheng, she still wants to give birth to this child.

This is her own child!

However, this hope is just hope after all.

She did not give birth to him.

Nor would she have any more children of her own.

She is still alone in this world.

if. He didn't choose to marry Fu Zheng at the beginning, maybe things would be different.

Why is there no if in the world?

The aunt brought lunch and chicken soup. Looking at Wen Liang's pale face lying there, she sighed, "Madam, have some."

"Don't call me ma'am!"

The aunt was frightened, glanced at the door, and then said softly, "Miss Wen, have something to eat."

"I have no appetite now, leave it there!" Wen Liang said calmly, looking at the white ceiling.

Auntie wanted to say something else, but Wen Liang said, "You should go out first, I want to be alone for a while."

The aunt had no choice but to go out, looked at Fu Zheng smoking at the end of the corridor, and walked over.

"Sir, my wife still doesn't want to eat."

Fu Zheng held the cigarette body between his slender fingers and lit the ashes, "Let her be quiet first."

The soot dispersed in the wind and fell to the ground.

There are countless cigarette butts on the ground.

Seeing that Fu Zheng's eyes were red and bloodshot, the aunt couldn't help but sigh.

My husband had never smoked before. I don’t know when he started to become so addicted to smoking.

The old man passed away two days ago, and today the wife has lost her child. The husband has not rested for several days, and he probably can only rely on smoking to refresh himself.

Or, these two things are really sad, but they are caught off guard, so they can only smoke to numb their emotions.

It's also her fault. If she hadn't gone shopping at that time, my wife wouldn't have...

Now, this young couple may have only one way to go.

For the whole afternoon, except for the medical staff who came to remove the drip on Wen Liang's hand, she was the only one in the ward.

In the evening, Fu Zheng entered the ward again.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Wen Liang slowly looked over. When he saw the person coming, he immediately turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Fu Zheng froze, took two steps forward, and stood two meters away from the hospital bed, "Ah Liang, I know you don't want to see me, but can you eat something first?"

Wen Liang said nothing, as if he didn't hear anything.

For Fu Zheng, she had lost the desire to speak.

No matter what Fu Zheng said, she closed her eyes and didn't react at all.

Until the next day, Wenliang still had not touched a drop of water or eaten a drop of rice.

Fu Zheng stood in the corridor outside the ward, his back lonely.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind and dialed someone's phone number.

"Hello, Fu Zheng?" Zhou Yu's voice came from the phone.

"It's me. Ah Liang has had a miscarriage. She won't eat or drink now. Come over and persuade her!" Fu Zheng held the phone tightly, his tone a bit commanding.

She likes Zhou Yu so much, she should be happier when Zhou Yu comes over, right?

Hearing this, the phone was silent for a moment, and then Zhou Yu asked, "Fu Zheng! Did you cause her to miscarry?! Why didn't you let her go?"

Zhou Yu asked again, "Which hospital? Which ward?"

Fu Zheng reported his address.

"I'll be here right away." After Zhou Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yu came to the ward and saw Fu Zheng.

He didn't think that Fu Zheng was haggard now because of the coldness, but probably because of the death of his grandfather, Chairman Fu.

He snorted at Fu Zheng, pushed the door open and entered the ward.

Wen Liang still thought it was Fu Zheng, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Zhou Yu walked forward, sat down beside the hospital bed, and said softly, "Liang, it's me."

Hearing the voice, Wen Liang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yu, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." Zhou Yu saw the breakfast on the table and asked, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want me to feed you?"

"I have no appetite now." Wen Liang shook his head.

"A-Liang, I know you lost your child and can't accept it, but from my perspective, from the perspective of a friend who cares about you, it's not a bad thing if this child is gone."

"Don't blame me for speaking directly. Think about it, if this child is born, you will never be able to get rid of Fu Zheng. I know that you married Fu Zheng because of Chairman Fu's kindness. Now that Chairman Fu is gone, the bondage Your child is gone, you can divorce Fu Zheng and be yourself! Fu Zheng is a selfish, unscrupulous capitalist, this kind of person is not worth wasting your energy on him!"

Wen Liang stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

Yes, she can divorce Fu Zheng!

But what about after divorce?

She seemed to have lost the motivation to live.

People she cared about passed away one after another, and she didn't know what the meaning of her life would be next.

When Wen Liang didn't respond, Zhou Yu added, "If Uncle Wen was still here, he definitely didn't want to see you like this. Ah Liang, think about it, when he used his body to protect you, did he just want to see you half-dead like this?" Are you lying on the hospital bed? You have to cheer up, live a good life, and live every day well in order to live up to Uncle Wen and Grandpa Fu!"

When Wen Yongkang was mentioned, Wen Liang's eyes finally had a hint of color.

Yes, her father protected her before he died. He used his life to exchange for her to live happily.

And grandpa, it was because of her that he passed away with a seriously ill body and regret.

She still had to go find Chu Siyi. She still had a lot of things to do.

Even if she is alone now, she still has to go on.

"I see, you go back first."

"Do you really understand?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I will eat well." Wen Liang said softly. "Thank you for coming to see me."

Zhou Yu could tell that Wen Liang had no desire to speak at all.

She promised to eat, which was already considered a good thing.

"Okay, I'll come see you in two days."

Fu Zheng was standing outside the ward. Through the window, he saw Zhou Yu sitting by the bed and saying something to Wen Liang.

Wen Liang also opened his eyes and talked to him.

After a while, Zhou Yu stood up, walked out of the ward, looked at each other with Fu Zheng, snorted coldly, and strode away.

Then, Fu Zheng saw Wen Liang sitting up from the bedside, taking the white porridge on the bedside table and eating it spoonful by spoonful.

Fu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was sour.

Does she like Zhou Yu that much? !

It had only been a while since Zhou Yu had gone in and he had only said a few words, but she listened!