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

Fu Zheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.

He believed what Fu Yue said.

They grew up together, and no one knew Fu Yue better than him. He was meek, indecisive, and had a thief's heart but not his courage.

There must be someone pushing him from behind to do those things.

If it weren't for Chu Siyi, their brothers might not be where they are today!

However, the cause of the incident is also closely related to Fu Yue.

Fu Zheng really hates the fact that iron cannot become steel!

"Not long ago, my sister-in-law said that she found out that you were in contact with other women..."

"It's Chu Siyi." Fu Yue raised his eyes and said, "She was searched everywhere by your people and secretly came to me. We had a fight."

The scratches on his neck that Su Qingyun saw were caused by Chu Siyi.

But he couldn't say anything, watching her struggle in pain, depressed and haggard.

To be honest, now that Fu Zheng knew everything, Fu Yue felt relaxed in his heart.

Finally, he no longer had to worry and tremble.

Fu Zheng snorted coldly, "She killed grandpa and she dared to go to you..."

As he spoke, Fu Zheng paused, then suddenly thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Grandpa's death...!"

"Yes, grandpa did not die because of you, but because of me... I let grandpa down..." Fu Yue closed his eyes in pain.

Chu Siyi told the truth about everything in front of Mr. Fu, and blamed Fu Yue for the kidnapping and death of Wen Yongkang that he directed and acted.

Mr. Fu never imagined that his eldest grandson, who had always been gentle and humble in his heart, would be involved in a human life!

The life involved was none other than Wen Liang's father.

The eldest grandson also attended his funeral and behaved as usual.

Mr. Fu was hit hard and extremely disappointed.

He considers himself a righteous man and feels very sorry for Wen Yongkang's death. He never thought that the person who killed him would be his grandson!

Fu Zheng gritted his teeth and punched the wall again. His knuckles were red and bruised.

"Damn you!"

No wonder.

No wonder my grandfather’s will was so strange.

Fu Yue looked at the ceiling dejectedly, "Yes, I deserve to die! Have you figured out what to do with me?"

Fu Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, and couldn't help but go up and kick him in the leg.

Fu Yue stood up from the ground and staggered out, "Since I haven't thought about it, I'll go home first."

When he walked to the door, Fu Zheng's voice came from behind him, "... I have been spending time with my sister-in-law at home these days..."

Fu Yue paused and said, "I know."

……

Wen Liang waited in the office until dark and ran out of patience before Fu Zheng came back.

Seeing him come in, Wen Liang looked up from his book and said, "Why didn't you answer my phone when I called you..."

Before she finished speaking, she opened her mouth wide in surprise.

The Fu Zheng in front of him seemed to be a different person compared to when he went out.

He had a few bruises on his face, his hair was disheveled, his collar was crooked, his tie hung loosely on his chest, and his suit was full of wrinkles. He looked very embarrassed and had no image.

"Fu Zheng, you...you went to fight with someone?" Wen Liang subconsciously put down the book in his hand and stood up from the sofa.

Fu Zheng stood motionless, staring at Wen Liang with burning eyes, his eyes were dark, and there was something surging in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Liang took a step forward, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong with you?...Why are you looking at me all the time?"

Fu Zheng suddenly strode forward, without saying a word, hugged her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, closed his eyes deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "A Liang..."

Wen Liang put a hand on his shoulder and tilted his head slightly, "Fu Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

Hot breath sprayed on the warm, slender neck, and she tried her best to resist the urge to avoid it.

After a long silence, Fu Zheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed down a lot, "It's nothing."

He slowly took a step back and let go of Wen Liang.

Wen Liang raised his eyes and was keenly aware of the heaviness in his heart.

She observed the redness, swelling and bruises on his face closely, "Did you get into a fight with someone?"

"Yeah." Fu Zheng responded in a low voice.

Wen Liang was surprised, "I'll get the medicine box, you sit down first."

There is a spare medicine box in the chairman's office, which contains some basic medicines.

Fu Zheng said nothing, casually put his windbreaker on the back of the sofa and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Liang put the medicine box on the table, sat down and opened it. While looking for the ointment, he asked, "What's going on? Why do you fight with people? Don't you have a driver?"

In other words, who dares to fight Fu Zheng?

Who dares to beat Fu Zheng like this?

Fu Zheng remained silent.

After not hearing his voice for a long time, Wen Liang glanced at it, unscrewed the ointment, squeezed some on the cotton swab, "Put your face over here."

He didn't want to say it, and Wen Liang didn't ask any questions.

The reason why she was willing to help him apply the medicine was just to thank him for trading with Chu Siyi for her advantage.

Fu Zheng obediently stretched his head towards Wen Liang, and Wen Liang pressed it with a cotton swab, feeling a cool touch.

Wen Liang glanced at him, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Fu Zheng looked deeply at Wen Liang, his eyes full of affection.

Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat, his back furrowed, he avoided looking and applied medicine to him, "Besides the face, are there any other injuries?"

"...Yes." Fu Zheng paused and said.

"where is it?"

Wen Liang looked at Fu Zheng subconsciously.

Fu Zheng took Wen Liang's soft little hand, pressed it to his chest, and looked at Wen Liang, "Here. The wound is here. Only you can heal it..."

The corners of Wen Liang's mouth twitched and she quickly pulled her hand away from his, "Fu Zheng, please save some face."

Suddenly, Wen Liang suddenly held Fu Zheng's hand with his backhand.

"What? Changed your mind?" Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile.

"Change your size!" Wen Liang glared at him, "What's wrong with your hands?!"

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and saw that the knuckles on the back of his hand were red and swollen, with some broken skin and bleeding.

"It's just a small injury."

Wen Liang hummed softly and put the ointment back, "Small injury? Then there is no need to apply medicine."

"Hey hey!"

Fu Zheng immediately stopped her, picked up the ointment and stuffed it back into Wen Liang's hand, "Need it, need it."

Wen Liang rolled her eyes at him, took his hand with one hand, and gently applied the ointment with a cotton swab with the other.

Fu Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Wen Liang with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, concentrating on her. He lowered his eyes and felt complicated in his heart.

If he could notice her earlier, care about her, and protect her, wouldn't she fall in love with that person?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

He didn't know how to tell her about her father yet...

She has always respected Fu Yue, and if she knew that her father's death was related to Fu Yue, she would definitely feel very uncomfortable...

Fu Zheng sighed lightly.

"All right."

Wen Liang threw the cotton swab into the trash can, packed the medicine box, and asked Fu Zheng, "Can we talk about that now?"

Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment and glanced out the window, "It's a bit late. Are you hungry? Let's find a restaurant and chat while eating?"

The veins on Wen Liang's forehead bulged.

From the car to the company, to the meeting, to the return, and now it’s dinner time.

She seriously suspected that Fu Zheng was deliberately playing tricks on her.