His Ex-wife Toxic

Chapter 7

"Lulu, don't worry. Rong Zhi has always loved you. If it were n' t for Qiao Wenhe disappearing from the Fu Family, I wouldn't have given Rong Zhi that kind of medicine. I guided him to the Qiao Wenhe room and strengthened her." Madam Fu said angrily.

Bang! Fu Rongzhi felt like he was struck by lightning, his mind blank.

That night, Mrs. Fu came to find him and told him to Qiao Wenhe him to go to her room and insist on drinking a glass of juice for him. He had never thought that the person who drugged him would be Mrs. Fu. He had never thought that the person who drugged him would be his mother, and he was determined to be Qiao Wenhe...

"Mom, I understand. Uncle Fu has transferred too many assets to Qiao Wenhe's name. If she does n' t divorce, Rong Zhi won't get too many assets at all. I understand all of this." Ouyang Lu said.

"It's best if you understand." Madam Fu replied gently.

"But now Rong Zhi doesn't have me in his eyes..." Ouyang Lu said helplessly.

"Half a month ago, your fake pregnancy forced Qiao Wenhe to leave the Fu Family, and then blamed Qiao Wenhe for losing her child. Rong Zhi felt guilty about you. Right now, Rong Zhi's feelings are at the most fragile stage. Just pretend to be pitiful. Tell him that your stomach is not feeling well. Bo Rongzhi's pity, hurry up and fight with him. By then, Rong Zhi's heart will naturally be tied to you." Mrs. Fu instigated.

"I understand."

Bang!

Fu Rongzhi kicked open the door.

When Ouyang Lu saw Fu Rongzhi, his entire body trembled." Rong Zhi..."

"Nothing has ever happened between us!" Fu Rongzhi big hand pinched Ouyang Lu thin throat, his tone terrifyingly cold.

"Rong Zhi..." Ouyang Lu cried out in pain.

"Rong Zhi, quickly let Lu Lu go. Did you take the wrong medicine? Lu Lu Lu has just given birth and is still making the moon." Mrs. Fu roared.

"From beginning to end, there was only one person who had lost a child. That was Qiao Wenhe!" Fu Rongzhi forcefully threw Ouyang Lu aside and turned around to leave quickly. He was simply a fool!

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"Rong Zhi!" Mrs. Fu did not care about Ouyang Lu and quickly chased after her.

Fu Rongzhi also walked out of Fu Family villa and was suddenly pulled back by Madam Fu.

"Rong Zhi, listen to your explanation."

"What's there to explain?" "How did you plot against me? You made me want to kill Qiao Wenhe. I heard you say that Qiao Wenhe life and death have nothing to do with you, or that you did so many bad things for me?" Fu Rongzhi asked angrily, her eyes filled with bright red.

If it weren't for Mrs. Fu's plot, he and Qiao Wenhe wouldn't have been like this. Perhaps there was n' t any connection between them at all. He wouldn't have dragged Qiao Wenhe into his relationship with Ouyang Lu. He did n' t hate her at all, didn't feel guilty for her, did n' t mistreat her, and wouldn't have loved her deeply!

"Rong Zhi, I have my own difficulties. Your father transferred half of Fu Family property to Qiao Wenhe name. If I hadn't noticed it in time, I would have rubbed you and Qiao Wenhe together... "If you're together, half of your property will belong to Qiao Wenhe. We, the mother and son together, are n' t even as much as her. Rong Zhi..." Madam Fu explained angrily.

"I think Daddy will do this. Naturally, there's a reason for him. He's the one who fought for the property. Who he loves is his right!"

"Where did that come from?! "We're his wife and children. Why did he give half of the money to an adopted daughter? If this news gets out, we' ll lose face!" Mrs. Fu said angrily.

Fu Rongzhi frowned.

"Rong Zhi, I... I really have my own difficulties. Your father sneaks into Qiao Wenhe bedroom every night. Do you know how I feel? I..." Mrs. Fu said with tears in her eyes.

"Nonsense!" Fu Rongzhi stared at Mrs. Fu.

"I, I didn't believe it at first, but I saw it with my own eyes. Fortunately, nothing happened between them. However, Qiao Wenhe was just a slut. She was beautiful and enchanting. "Aren't you also confused by her? How much did you love Lulu at the beginning?" Mrs. Fu stared at Fu Rongzhi, and her hand that was holding his arm grew stronger.

Fu Rongzhi mercilessly waved away Mrs. Fu's hand.

Mrs. Fu stared at Fu Rongzhi in disbelief.

"Mommy, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning when you' re so open-minded about my father and Qiao Wenhe?" Fu Rongzhi didn't look at Mrs. Fu anymore and turned to leave.

Old Head Fu's personality was very clear to Fu Rongzhi. He was so straightforward that Fu Rongzhi would n' t doubt him.

However Qiao Wenhe he could not understand her love for him anymore.

In the past, Mrs. Fu's words today would definitely mislead Fu Rongzhi. Unfortunately, it would n' t work. He had no choice but to look at everything he had.

Of course, there was also Qiao Wenhe design talent.

The designs that had always been Qiao Wenhe were excellent. Even the most demanding customers couldn't find any weaknesses in Qiao Wenhe designs.

Basically, it was him who deliberately made things difficult.

It was boring.

Fu Rongzhi face was filled with sorrow. Every time he made things difficult, he only wanted to look at Qiao Wenhe sad face. He kept treating her like he was bored to the extreme. It was as if a young man was pursuing a young girl to attract her attention and deliberately did so.

He was simply too stupid. He was too hateful.

He was too pretentious.

In the Rose Garden.

It was already 3:00 in the middle of the night when Fu Rongzhi returned home. He walked on foot and felt that his feet didn't look like his own. When he changed his slippers, his hand touched the shoe cabinet and a Qiao Wenhe look appeared in front of his eyes. As long as he returned to Rose Garden, she would quietly guard the door and help him set up his shoes properly, but she did n' t say a word.

It was as if he was afraid that he would stab her the moment he opened his mouth.

Fu Rongzhi heart was twitching in pain. He walked in and walked to the master's room.

After two years of marriage, he did not take a good look at their room.

Fu Rongzhi leaned against the door, her eyes white.

Qiao Wenhe preferred simple decoration. They didn't even take a wedding photo. Qiao Wenhe had probed him on the side, he would decisively answer. You were n' t worthy.

Fu Rongzhi took a deep breath.

He didn't deserve it, but the person who did n' t deserve it was him, not her.

She had always been perfect. It was herself who was constantly destroying her perfection.

Fu Rongzhi pressed his hands against his chest and sat down beside the bed.

Before Qiao Wenhe agreed to divorce, he had never touched this bed.

Fu Rongzhi took off her clothes and lay in bed. The bedding was very soft. Qiao Wenhe chose these items very well. She was very careful and didn't let go of any small details. It was all her fault that she had never discovered them. It was him who forced her to not discover them.

Fu Rongzhi bitterly closed his eyes. Regret was the most painful torment...

The night quickly left, and the sun slowly rose.

The morning light shone on Fu Rongzhi face, and he was disturbed by the sound of a hurried bell.

"What is it?"

"Rong Zhi, hurry up and come to the hospital. Lulu has cut her pulse..." Mrs. Fu's uneasy voice came from the phone.

"I'm not a doctor." Fu Rongzhi decisively cut off the phone.

The phone rang again. Fu Rongzhi refused to listen and started flying.

Fu Rongzhi got out of bed and Qiao Wenhe face appeared in front of him. He had locked her in the Rose Garden alone for five days Ouyang Lu pretending that he had lost his child.

His heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp blade.

Fu Rongzhi turned around and entered the study. The Rose Garden was equipped with surveillance cameras.

Fu Rongzhi sat in front of the surveillance camera and took a few deep breaths before staring at the computer screen. Qiao Wenhe...

Soon, a Qiao Wenhe figure appeared on the screen.

Fu Rongzhi eyes darkened. When he entered the house, her thin body shook back and forth. He ignored everything and blamed Ouyang Lu for losing her child, finding a reason to bully her.

Qiao Wenhe was right. Even if Ouyang Lu lost her child, she could only blame herself for being entangled with her. She was simply innocent, and the only person who was wrong from start to finish was himself.

Fu Rongzhi was so pained that she couldn't breathe.

The day he left, Qiao Wenhe tried every means to get out. Unfortunately, it was futile. She was so hungry that she walked into the kitchen to find food. There was only half a bag of flour in the kitchen.

Qiao Wenhe filled half a bowl of powder and stirred it in cold water. He cooked it and ate it four times a day.

She didn't give up and wanted to leave. Unfortunately, no matter what method she tried, she could n' t leave. In the end, she had no choice but to accept her fate and sat on the hanging basket lifelessly. She didn't return to bed until late at night.

When night fell, Fu Rongzhi was hungry for an entire day, but no water entered.

There was a knock on the door.

It took him about ten seconds to go downstairs and open the door.

The person knocking on the door was Yi Feng.

"What's wrong with President Fu?" Yi Feng stared at the Fu Rongzhi who didn't look like a human or a ghost. He had been working with Fu Rongzhi for a few years and had never seen him act so unprofessional.

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"Why are you here? What's the matter?" Fu Rongzhi asked, his voice was so hoarse that it made one's heart ache.

"I have a few documents to ask for your instructions. I'll call you. The phone ca n' t be connected. I'm here to try my luck in the Rose Garden..." Yi Feng said.

"You can do as you like." Fu Rongzhi walked towards the hall.

Yi Feng anxiously followed," President Fu."

Fu Rongzhi shook his head and feet, Yi Feng quickly stabilized him before escaping the kiss.

"President Fu, are you alright?" "Let me invite the doctor to take a look for you." Yi Feng was about to call the doctor.

"No need." Fu Rongzhi stopped Yi Feng.

Yi Feng looked at Fu Rongzhi in surprise. Fu Rongzhi slowly walked into the kitchen and mumbled," I've been hungry all day. It's normal that I'm not feeling well."

Yi Feng pupils dilated in an instant as he watched Fu Rongzhi take out a small bag of flour from the cupboard. He filled half a bowl with cold water and stirred it. Then, he boiled the water in the pot and poured the flour into it. The whole process did not stop.

He was unfamiliar and skilled.

The flour quickly boiled like a bowl of soup.

Fu Rongzhi filled a bowl and sat down at the table.

Qiao Wenhe that would be where they would sit and eat.

He picked up a small one with his chopsticks and blew it gently. He put it into his mouth. It tasted nothing but flour.