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

"Siyi, I promised you that I would be with you. Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you."

"But you already have a wife. You are married, and you are no longer mine. Who do you think I am? If I had known that you were married, I would never have contacted you or been with you. Together. How do you want me to face Ah Liang?" Chu Siyi burst into tears.

"I'm sorry for her, it has nothing to do with you. I have decided to divorce her and will get the divorce certificate soon."

"Siyi, can you trust me this time? I will never break my promise."

"Really?" Chu Siyi asked timidly.

"Really." Fu Zheng nodded and assured.

Chu Siyi suddenly threw herself into Fu Zheng's arms and cried loudly, "Zheng, I can't bear to leave you. I really can't bear to leave you. If you let me leave you, you might as well let me die."

Fu Zheng hugged Chu Siyi and gently patted her back to comfort her.

"Mr. Fu, I have something to remind you." Wang Yan said beside her.

"what?"

"Don't forget, Siyi is a star. If your marriage is exposed, then Siyi will become a mistress who will be beaten by everyone, and her future will be ruined. I hope you understand this. If you can't guarantee Siyi's safety , just don’t have contact with her.”

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Siyi." Fu Zheng solemnly promised.

"That's good, then I'll be relieved. You don't know that when I met Siyi abroad, she looked lifeless..."

Chu Siyi accidentally caught a glimpse of a small red mark on the collar of Fu Zheng's shirt, which looked like a hickey. Her whole body froze, and a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly pushed Fu Zheng away and cried loudly.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zheng didn't know why.

"Don't come here, don't touch me, don't touch me if you touch other women!" Chu Siyi cried.

Fu Zheng froze. He caught a glimpse of a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room. He walked up to it and slightly opened his collar to take a look. Sure enough, he saw a strawberry print.

Wang Yan's cell phone rang, and she hurried out to answer the phone.

The assistant's anxious voice came from the phone, "Sister Wang, please quickly check the hot searches."

Wang Yan opened Weibo and saw a hot search term for Xingchen Entertainment.

It was Xingchen Entertainment's official blog that clarified that the investment in Yunshuicheng had nothing to do with a certain actress, it was just an ordinary business transaction, and it had been planned last year.

The clarification was carried by multiple marketing accounts. Many passers-by expressed their opinions in the comment area, and people from all walks of life gathered.

"This Chu Siyi hasn't had any popular works since she returned to China, but she has a lot of them."

"It's really funny. Someone's fans are really good at complaining, and all kinds of speculations force their company to come out and clarify."

Although Fu Zheng is not an artist, he still has his girlfriend fans, Wei fans, who all came out to be active under this Weibo as if they had found a family member.

Wang Yan briefly browsed the comment area and immediately returned to the room: "Mr. Fu, take a look."

She handed the phone over directly.

"I hope Mr. Fu can give Siyi an explanation, otherwise these passers-by will just think that it was Siyi who was trying to gain popularity, which would be extremely detrimental to her."

Fu Zheng roughly browsed through the comments and immediately contacted Special Assistant Yang. He first suppressed the heat and then contacted the person in charge of Xingchen Entertainment.

After receiving a call from Fu Zheng, the person in charge of Xingchen Entertainment told him tremblingly: "Mr. Fu, I can't help it. The chairman asked me to do this. The chairman said that if you have any questions, just ask him in person. he."

Fu Zheng came out and called the old man.

The phone goes through quickly.

"Hey, grandpa."

"Ah Zheng, what do you want from me?" The old man's voice on the other end of the phone sounded cheerful.

"Grandpa, was it you who asked Xingchen Entertainment to clarify?"

"Yes, since you took over the Fu family, grandpa has stopped interfering in the company's affairs. Otherwise, those old guys will come to grandpa to complain if they are dissatisfied. But this matter is different. Grandpa must intervene."

"Look what you are doing now! You didn't even bother to eat early in the morning. I thought you went to the company, but you actually went to find Chu Siyi? You turned a deaf ear to grandpa's words, right? These three people How has A Liang been sorry to you in the past year?"

"If you don't want to be responsible from the beginning, don't marry her. Grandpa gave her to you because he wanted you to give her happiness. How do you want grandpa to face Ah Liang now?"

Fu Zheng was silent for a moment, "Grandpa, I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, but I hope you can discuss it with me before doing something next time."

……

Wen Liang woke up late, and the aunt from the old house made a new breakfast for Wen Liang.

It was already ten o'clock after she had breakfast and she couldn't make it to work, so Wen Liang simply stayed with the old man and his wife at the old house and had lunch there.

When she was about to leave, the old lady took an invitation to Wen Liang, "This is the invitation to Ola's charity dinner. It was sent to me. What use does an old woman like me need this for? You and I Ah Zheng, go ahead, don’t worry I will tell him.”

Wen Liang could tell that the old man and the old lady were deliberately thinking of ways to bring her and Fu Zheng together.

But they didn't know that they had signed a divorce agreement.

"Grandma, I've never been to a dinner like this, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, Azheng will be with you this time."

"It'll be okay. Ah Liang, you have to keep your spirits up." The old lady patted Wen Liang's hand.

Wen Liang looked at the old lady, mustered up the courage and nodded.

Wen Liang left the old house and went to the company.

After getting out of the elevator, Wen Liang walked towards his office and met the secretary of the president's office halfway.

The secretary said to Wen Liang: "Director Wen, Mr. Fu asked you to go see him when you come."

"okay, I get it."

Wen Liang went directly to the CEO's office, knocked on the door, and went in after getting permission: "Mr. Fu, what do you want from me?"

Fu Zheng sat behind his desk and looked up at her, "You're here, have you just come out of the old house?"

"Ah."

"I called you here because I wanted to ask you something. I hope you will tell me the truth."

"You ask."

"Did you tell grandpa that I went to find Chu Siyi?"

Surprise flashed between Wen Liang's eyebrows, and he shook his head directly: "It's not me."

Fu Zheng's eyes were dark and he looked at Wen Liang intently, "Are you sure it's not you?"

Wen Liang looked directly at him without flinching, "It's definitely not me."

She felt quite uncomfortable.

Fu Zheng really didn't believe her at all.

Fu Zheng was silent and Wen Liang asked, "Grandpa knows that you are looking for Chu Siyi? In fact, it's normal. It's because grandparents don't care about business now, so they gave us the illusion that they don't know anything. In fact, they don't know anything about it. Erqing."

Fu Zheng said "Yes", "I understand, you go back first, and I will take you to do some styling after get off work in the evening."

The old lady had already told him about the charity dinner.

"Okay. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Wen Liang turned and left.

"Wait a minute." Wen Liang stopped and turned to look at him: "Is there anything else?"

Fu Zheng raised his hand and tugged on his collar, "Don't leave any marks on my body next time."

Wen Liang was stunned for a moment. When he saw the marks on his neck, he realized what Fu Zheng was talking about and smiled softly, "Don't worry, we won't have this chance again."

Wen Liang left the office.

Fu Zheng looked at her back, repeating what she just said over and over again in his mind, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

no more chance.

He slowly relaxed, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.