bayedsolid Chapter 310 Will You Leave?
Chapter 310 Will You Leave?
However, until now, Fu Keming has not responded.
He called several times during the process, but either no one answered or the phone was turned off.
Fu Ruoshi flipped through the chat history between himself and Fu Keming.
He flipped through it for a long time, but the content of the information was basically the same.
They were either talking about work or swearing at each other, or they were arguing while talking about work, and when they couldn't reach a consensus, they started swearing at each other. Both sides never gave in, and they always fought for dominance, and always ended up parting on bad terms.
The last message Fu Keming sent him was: [I'm going to Singapore to discuss something, don't bother me]
After that, there was no sound.
Fu Ruoshi recalled that from childhood to adulthood, the number of times Fu Keming spoke to him nicely was less than five.
In fact, he often didn't understand why, although he was at the top of his class in his studies and career, even if he occasionally did something a little too much, in this circle, if you don't go too far, others will take advantage of you.
He asked himself why he couldn't get any affirmation from his family since he had never done anything to harm others or bring shame to his family.
Originally, he didn't do these things for recognition, but when Wen Zhixia said, "You can definitely handle such a small thing," he still felt a moment of joy.
The more flattery he heard, the more he realized that things that cannot be bought with money are more precious.
Fu Ruoshi opened the car window, looked at the snow scene outside the window, lit a cigarette and stared blankly.
Before he had even smoked half of his cigarette, he suddenly heard a noise above his head.
The neighborhood was quiet late at night and the sound was very clear. Fu Ruoshi raised his head and saw Wen Zhixia sticking half of her head out of the kitchen.
Then his voice rang out.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Wen Zhixia asked him, "Is the car broken down?"
Fu Ruoshi said, "Let's go now."
He looked up and shook the cigarette in his hand at her.
Wen Zhixia asked again, "My iced Coke is about to expire, do you want some?"
Once these words were spoken, the meaning of the invitation was too obvious.
Fu Ruoshi instantly put out the cigarette, stretched out his long legs, and ran to her door in two steps.
"drink!"
Wen Zhixia was dumbfounded.
This is too fast.
She opened the door, let him in, and handed him an iced Coke.
Fu Ruoshi opened the lid and gulped down half of the can.
"Delicious." He sighed after devouring the food, feeling relaxed and refreshed. "I've been craving this since I was a kid. Song Ailing and my grandma wouldn't let me drink it, saying it wouldn't make me taller. So I bought it outside and drank it secretly."
In the past, Wen Zhixia didn’t understand why this wealthy and well-off young master, who had tasted all kinds of fine wines, only liked to drink ice cola.
It turned out to be the case.
What you lack in childhood, you will always be obsessed with when you grow up.
"You'd better drink less," Wen Zhixia advised, "Although this is sugar-free, it's really not good to drink too much."
"I don't drink much," Fu Ruoshi said after finishing a bottle. "You have to enjoy things a little at a time. If you drink a hundred bottles every day, it's not enjoyable."
Wen Zhixia nodded. "Then take the rest with you. You're an adult now, they won't bother you anymore, right?"
After saying that, she prepared to do the laundry.
"Wen Zhixia."
Fu Ruoshi suddenly called her.
"What's wrong?" Wen Zhixia turned around and looked at him curiously, "Do you still want to drink something with sugar?"
Fu Ruoshi shook his head, "Wen Zhixia, will you leave?"
For a moment, Wen Zhixia didn't understand the meaning of his words.
"If I'm not leaving, where should I go?" She was puzzled. "This is my house."
"That's not what I meant," Fu Ruoshi raised his head and looked at her, "What I meant is, if one day I had no money, my face was not good-looking, my temper was bad, and I had an incurable disease, would you leave?"
Wen Zhixia's heart suddenly tightened.
It was the first time she saw a moment of vulnerability on the face of this fearless man.
This question is the same one I asked him that day.
Would he still love her if she wasn't beautiful, brave, or strong?
It turns out that he was also afraid that his love was conditional.
He would also be worried about gains and losses like this.
In his circle, all love is conditional.
Wen Zhixia sighed slightly.
"You're thinking too far ahead." She comforted him, "You won't have that day, because you have a fresh heart, and such a heart will never grow old."
"What about you? Will you leave?" Fu Ruoshi's expression suddenly became serious and persistent, completely different from his usual lazy and indifferent expression. "Just tell me, will you leave my life?"
Wen Zhixia shook her head. "Normally, I wouldn't leave my friends unless our values conflicted."
"That's not a friend, is it?" Fu Ruoshi continued to ask persistently, "What if you were my wife? If I became like that, would you dislike me? Would you leave?"
At this point, he stood up and walked forward, gently grasping Wen Zhixia's shoulders, "Don't worry about what our relationship is now. I'm just asking you a hypothetical question. Suppose we were husband and wife, and that day came for me, would you leave?"
Wen Zhixia felt like she had been punched in the heart when she saw his eyes that had become sharp due to his persistence.
She knew he was serious.
This is when he can least joke, and it is also when he is at his most real and vulnerable.
Just like the three years after marriage, he could only ask himself over and over again under the influence of alcohol, "Do you like me or not?"
At that time, he had the same expression and tone as now.
It's just that at those times, she didn't want to tell him the truth. They were secretly competing with each other, and they felt that self-esteem and face were more important than love.
Times have changed, and some mistakes are not worth making again and again.
"I won't."
Wen Zhixia answered seriously, "I won't be a deserter from my family and life. Even if the situations you described happen, I won't leave. Happiness cannot be gained by escaping, only by being brave can one achieve happiness."
After getting this answer, Fu Ruoshi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and let go of her silently.
He wanted to kiss her very much, but he would try to control his desire until she officially agreed to it.
He struggled to raise his deep eyes, gazing at the slender and beautiful girl before him, his heart trembling, his vision blurred...
"I'm leaving!"
Fu Ruoshi turned around, not wanting her to see him looking vulnerable.
He picked up the Coke on the table and rushed out the door.
"good night!"
When I reached the stairs, I heard Wen Zhixia calling me from behind.
"What?" He turned around and bluffed, "Can't bear to see me go?"
Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes almost to the sky, "You got the wrong Coke, the one in your hand is an empty can... huh?"
She raised the Coke in her hand speechlessly.
Fu Ruoshi: “…”
The atmosphere was so awkward that I dug my toes into the ground.
Two nights later.
Chen Zhuo drove Fan Xiaolin and stopped at the entrance of Wen Zhixia's hospital.
Soon, Wen Zhixia wrapped herself in a thick coat, got into the car and fastened her seat belt.
"When we get to the families of the victims, be careful with your words," Fan Xiaolin warned her. "The deceased was their only son, and his parents have never gotten over this. If you ask for any important information, stay calm and don't get carried away."