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

Some uninformed people echoed that.

Especially some people who tried their best to find out about Fu Zheng and appeared here for the first time looking for opportunities to establish relationships.

Lu Changkong thought Fu Zheng would get angry, but Fu Zheng was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Then who do you think is worthy of me?"

The man didn't expect that Fu Zheng would pay attention to him. He was overjoyed and blurted out, "Of course it's Miss Chu!"

Fu Zheng remained calm, glanced at the people around him, and asked in a deep voice, "You all think so?"

Several people looked at each other and nodded one after another.

Fu Zheng sat in the shadows, his expression dark and unclear. He swayed his wine glass quietly and remained silent for a long time.

The man didn't realize anything yet and said, "I guess something good is going to happen between Mr. Fu and Miss Chu, right?"

"Bang-"

There was a loud bang.

Fu Zheng suddenly kicked over the table in front of him.

The wine on top shattered to pieces, and liquid splashed everywhere.

His face was gloomy, his brows were lowered, and without saying a word, he threw the glass away and strode away.

The man was startled and stared blankly at Fu Zheng's back. He didn't close his mouth until the door was closed.

Several people around him also turned pale and fell silent.

There was a deathly silence in the box.

The others looked at each other.

Even the few people playing cards on the other side looked over, not daring to touch any more cards, with inquiring expressions on their faces, not knowing what was going on.

"You guys continue."

Jiang Mu broke the silence of the room and followed immediately after he finished speaking.

In another box.

"Don't be angry, they don't understand anything, don't argue with them."

Fu Zheng held the wine glass and looked at himself reflected on the wall of the glass. There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm not angry with them, I'm angry with myself."

Why do they think that?

Naturally, it was because of his behavior that he gave them that illusion.

Fu Zheng thought of the time when Wen Liang was having dinner with his friends and met him, his friends and Chu Siyi.

Lu Changkong first asked Wen Liang to call Chu Siyi's second sister-in-law and toast Chu Siyi.

He didn't stop him, he even acquiesced, and even personally put pressure on Wen Liang.

It was his third wedding anniversary with Wen Liang, but except for the time when Changkong apologized, he had never brought Wen Liang to meet his friends.

Even when he and Wen Liang met friends outside, he would covertly introduce Wen Liang as his sister.

He never acknowledged Wen Liang's identity in front of his friends.

Therefore, they look down on Wen Liang just to please him and comply with his attitude.

The more he thought about it, the more sore Fu Zheng's chest became.

In the past three years, he had made Wen Liang suffer too much.

Just like Wen Liangjiao said, he said he was sorry too much.

Even though he knew she was wronged, he continued to wrong her just because she was sensible and well-behaved.

After enduring it again and again, he finally completely chilled her heart, and her patience reached its limit.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

Fu Zheng put the wine glass to his mouth, drank it in one gulp, and poured himself another glass.

Jiang Mu advised him, "You have just been discharged from the hospital, so stop drinking."

The last few times Fu Zheng came to him for a drink were all because of problems with Wen Liang.

He had never smoked before, but now he was no different than a chain smoker.

Jiang Mu knew early on that Fu Zheng was both ruthless and affectionate.

Therefore, he has fallen on Wen Liang for the rest of his life!

Fu Zheng insisted on going his own way, "I'm fine."

Jiang Mu looked at Fu Zheng and said, "You obviously still like her, so you should fight for it again. No matter why you shrink back, I still hope you think clearly and don't let yourself regret it for the rest of your life."

Fu Zheng thought again about the incident that had made him toss and turn recently, and drank glass after glass of wine more and more frequently.

Jiang Mu: "..."

To Fu Zheng, he is just a drinker!

Jiang Mu couldn't help but saw that Fu Zheng had already drank a lot. He hesitated and went out to dial Wen Liang's number.

At that time, Wen Liang was in the Oslo Airport terminal, waiting for the plane to Tromso.

When she saw Jiang Mu's call, she glanced at Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan, got up and walked to the window to answer the call.

"Hey, Jiang Mu? What's going on?"

"Zheng is drinking."

Hearing that person's name, Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

What does his drinking have to do with her?

"He has just been discharged from the hospital. He is still taking medicine and cannot drink. I can't persuade him."

"Do you want me to persuade him? Even you can't persuade him, and I don't think I can. He won't listen to me."

"Whether it works or not, let's try it anyway. He was so seriously injured just to save you. You probably don't want to see him die from injuries due to repeated injuries, right?"

Although it shouldn't be to the point of death.

Wen Liang frowned and hesitated, "Okay then, give him the phone."

"Ah."

Jiang Mu returned to the box and saw Fu Zheng picking up the wine glass and about to drink it. He stopped his wrist and said, "Don't drink it yet!"

Fu Zheng frowned and looked at him.

Jiang Mu handed over the phone, "Your phone number."

He didn't seem to hear the phone ringing?

Fu Zheng's eyes were already a little blurry, and he took the phone doubtfully, "Hello?"

His breath when pronouncing words was a little unsteady, and Wen Liang knew that he had been drinking.

She calmed down and said, "Fu Zheng?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Zheng was trembled. He sat up straight, his eyes were bright, as if he was dreaming, "A Liang?"

"it's me."

"You...what do you want from me?" His voice was very soft, as if a loud voice would wake him up from his dream.

"Are you drinking?"

Fu Zheng immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, "No."

Wen Liang's eyes flashed and he said softly, "You don't need to lie to me. If your injuries recur due to drinking and you are readmitted to the hospital, you will be the one who feels uncomfortable. If you don't care, then keep drinking. Anyway, if you have money, the hospital belongs to you, so you can stay in the hospital for as long as you want."

"Sorry, Liang, I won't drink anymore."

Being exposed by Wen Liang, Fu Zheng felt a little guilty. He pushed the wine glass away and whispered softly, "Thank you for caring about me. Ah Liang, I'm very happy. Even if you lied to me, I feel happy. I thought you wouldn't care anymore." I am..."

Hearing these words, Wen Liang felt a sour feeling in his heart.

She took a deep breath and hung up the phone without saying a word.

Knowing that Fu Zheng was the best at acting and not trusting his words, Wen Liang felt unknowingly relieved.

However, now that she has decided to let it go, the best solution is not to listen.

That way she won't relent.

"Ah Liang, I really don't want to divorce you, but I know that I can't keep you, I hurt you too much... I don't even have the courage to ask to keep you... I can't sleep these days since you left. , I miss you very much, Ah Liang..."

What responded to him was the beep of hang up.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes, his mouth was extremely bitter.

He finally got up the courage to say this.

But she couldn't hear it, and she no longer wanted to hear it.