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

There was silence in the car for a long time.

"Ah Liang, I caused you trouble in your car accident, and I apologize to you." Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang's quiet face, his eyes as dark as ink.

"Didn't you apologize already? None of us expected that these fanatical fans are still holding on to that matter. I don't blame you for this." Wen Liang's face remained as usual.

Fu Zheng opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Yes, she doesn't know what happened yesterday.

She thought it was because of her makeup last time.

Now her eyes can't see clearly the words on her mobile phone and computer.

He no longer had to worry that she would see the comments and insults about her on the Internet, but he was not happy at all.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"It's okay, this matter is over."

The carriage fell silent again.

I don’t know how long it took, Wen Liang asked: “What time is it now?”

"Ten past two."

"How long has it been? Why hasn't Auntie come yet?"

"Maybe it's difficult to take a taxi, or maybe there's something wrong on the road. Let's wait a little longer." Fu Zheng pursed his lips. He looked a little unnatural.

"All right".

After a long time, Wen Liang asked again: "Why isn't Auntie here yet? Fu Zheng, please call Auntie again and ask her where she is."

"it is good."

Fu Zheng opened the door and got out of the car, feeling the cool breeze blowing on his face.

My thoughts were struggling again.

It was because of him that Siyi suffered from severe depression and attempted suicide many times.

He promised her that he would be responsible for her and stay with her forever without separation.

He cannot break his word.

Wenliang no longer has him, her grandparents, and she still has people she likes. Maybe she will live a happier life after the divorce, but Siyi has nothing, she only has him.

If he left her again, she would definitely die.

Among the two people, he could only choose to feel sorry for Wen Liang.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes, turned around and glanced at Wen Liang in the car, took out his mobile phone and dialed his aunt's number, "Auntie, I forgot to bring my document bag. It's on the table. You can take a taxi to the Civil Affairs Bureau later. When the bureau comes, we will wait for you at the door, as soon as possible."

The aunt saw the file bag on the table and responded quickly, "Okay."

Fu Zheng got back into the car and said to Wen Liang, "Auntie encountered a car accident when she came here and had to take a detour. She should be here soon."

"Ah."

"Ah Liang."

"Ok?"

"After we divorce, will you marry him?"

Wen Liang was silent for a moment, "Yes."

"That's good, then I wish you can be with the one you love, grow old, and have a happy life."

Wen Liang suddenly felt a sore nose and quickly looked away, saying "hmm".

She would never be able to bless him and Chu Siyi.

He really didn't love her to say such blessings to her.

But what he didn't know was that she and her beloved were about to divorce.

After the divorce, he will get his wish, marry another girl, become the husband of another woman, and the couple will love each other and spend the rest of their lives together.

She and he would never grow old together, and she would never be happy.

"Sir, Madam." The driver came to the car and knocked on the window, "Sister Wang is here."

"I know." Wen Liang and Fu Zheng each opened the door and got out of the car.

The aunt trotted forward and handed the document bag to Fu Zheng, "Sir, I brought it to you."

"Thank you."

Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang, walked up and held her hand, "Let's go in, be careful of the steps."

"Ah."

His hand was as big and warm as ever, wrapping her little hand tightly.

Wen Liang remembered that her hands were always cold in winter.

Every time he and Fu Zheng got off work together, he would hold her hand first, and then put her hand in his pocket to warm it.

There was a sourness in Wen Liang's throat, and the corners of his mouth curved down uncontrollably.

Three years ago, they walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau side by side to get married.

Three years later, they walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau hand in hand to get divorced.

This was the last time he held her hand openly.

After today, they are no longer a couple.

He goes his own way. She walks on her single-plank bridge.

He marries the person of his choice and grows old together. She is far away from the place of right and wrong and is at ease.

From now on, we are strangers and we are safe.

The driver and the aunt stood there, looked at each other, and sighed in unison.

Wen Liang and Fu Zheng walked into the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The staff came up to them, looked at the handsome man and the beautiful girl in front of them, and pointed to the wedding window, "Please queue over there to get married. Remember to read the instructions."

"Let's get a divorce." Fu Zheng said.

The staff member was stunned for a moment and pointed to another window, "For divorce, go over there and line up."

Fu Zheng walked over holding Wen Liang.

The staff member was puzzled. It was the first time she saw a couple who wanted to divorce holding hands, so harmoniously.

"There are many people in front, so we need to get out of the queue. Let's go over there and sit down and wait."

"it is good."

Wen Liang couldn't kill time by playing on her phone, so she simply pricked up her ears and listened to the sounds around her.

The marriage team is sweet and sweet, but the divorce team is always noisy.

Some people are making a big fuss over old scores in public.

There are also people who suddenly regret and do not want to divorce.

Everything is messed up.

There are very few couples who are about to divorce who are as harmonious as Wen Liang and Fu Zheng.

Suddenly, Fu Zheng's cell phone rang. He picked it up from his pocket and pressed the connect button: "Hello, brother?"

"Azheng, you and your siblings come to the hospital quickly. Grandpa suddenly passed out! He is in critical condition and is being rescued! Dean Lin said the situation is very bad!"

Fu Zheng's chest shook and his face turned pale, "Okay! We'll come right now, we'll come right now!"

Fu Zheng took Wen Liang and walked out directly.

Wen Liang asked: "What's wrong?"

"Big brother said that grandpa suddenly passed out and was in very bad condition while rescuing him!"

"What? Then let's go to the hospital quickly!"

Divorce and grandpa, of course, grandpa is more important. Divorce can happen at any time, but grandpa only has this one.

"Sir, Madam, what are you going to do..."

"We haven't gone through the formalities yet. My eldest brother called and said that grandpa is being rescued in the hospital and he should go to Dexing Hospital immediately."

Fu Zheng said as he opened the door for Wen Liang to let her get in, then walked around to the other side and sat in the back seat.

The driver's expression became serious, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he immediately started the car and headed to the hospital.

……

Dexing Hospital.

Fu Zheng led Wen Liang and hurriedly walked to the operating room, "Grandma, brother, how is grandpa? How long have you been in there?"

"It's been an hour." Fu Yue said.

Fu Zheng couldn't help but clenched his fists, his joints turning white.

"Grandma, Grandpa has his own destiny, and everything will be fine." Wen Liang slowly sat down next to the old lady and comforted her softly, relying on her blurred vision.

The old lady smiled lightly, held Wen Liang's hand, and patted it twice. "Ah Liang, grandma has been content with your grandfather for so many years. This day will come sooner or later, and grandma has been prepared for it. Don't worry about grandma. Instead, you should worry about yourself. Look at your pale face. ...Why is there an injury on the forehead? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, I just bumped into it accidentally."

Wen Liang shook his head, twitching the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying.

She couldn't imagine what she would do if something happened to her grandfather.

Obviously when I saw my grandpa a few days ago, he was still in good health.

She can't accept it.

I waited outside the operating room for another three hours.

The faces of the people waiting outside became more solemn than the others.