lcionline Chapter 381 She doesn’t like fanfare
Chapter 381 She doesn’t like fanfare
When Director Zhang on the opposite side heard this, he was scared out of his wits.
The only person in Jincheng who dared to tease Mr. Fu was Zhao Xiaoning, who is still in jail.
Who doesn't want to live anymore?
With a nervous and curious heart, five minutes later, he rushed over with several policemen.
The scene before him made him a little dazed:
I saw an old man with blood all over his face lying beside the car. Fu Ruoshi stood beside him, holding him with one arm to prevent him from moving, and holding a cup of coffee in the other hand. He was chatting with Wen Zhixia, who was holding a rose, with a relaxed look on his face, and even warming her face with the coffee cup.
The director, who is nearly 50 years old, said he was a little addicted.
"Mr. Fu, hello, Madam," he stepped forward, "Who is this person???"
Seeing several police officers pulling Kong Huaizhong aside and handcuffing him, Fu Ruoshi finally explained, "This man molested my wife and pretended to be a visiting professor at the School of Literature at Jin University. You'd better check him out to see if he used a fake identity to deceive female students."
Wen Zhixia added, "My journalist friend has a clue. She will meet you at the police station soon."
Kong Huaizhong was taken away in a disheveled manner. Wen Zhixia was about to go back to work when Fu Ruoshi stopped her.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Anything else?"
Fu Ruoshi thought for a moment and said, "Shall we make it official?"
"Official announcement?" Wen Zhixia was slightly stunned. "What do you mean?"
In fact, Fu Ruoshi felt a little regretful the moment he said this.
He hasn't even proposed to her yet, but he's already rushing to make it official, which is a bit hasty.
But he felt insecure. There were too many men coveting his wife. Any old man who showed up from any corner dared to tease him. He had to teach them a lesson.
"What I mean is, let's make our relationship public first," Fu Ruoshi asked, "I'll find a few media outlets to publish a news report to prevent those ignorant people from harassing you."
After saying this, Wen Zhixia paused slightly.
She didn't like big publicity in the first place. If everyone knew about it, it would be detrimental to her work.
"Don't worry," she thought. "If someone harassed me, I would call you. Besides, this is just a very small probability event. You just happened to run into it. Usually, no one pays attention to me."
Fu Ruoshi knew she would not agree.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything," he sighed helplessly, "I'll be back next week, we'll talk then."
Wen Zhixia nodded, "Have a safe journey, bye."
However, Mr. Fu still couldn't keep his composure.
In the evening five days later.
Wen Zhixia and Fan Xiaolin made an appointment to have Western food in CBD.
Fan Xiaolin shared with her what he had done in the past few days regarding the investigation into Kong Huaizhong.
"This Lao Deng isn't a visiting professor at all," she pointed at the PDF file on her phone. "He's just an old man who can write a few cheesy rural novels. He previously published a few books at his own expense, and then, using the name of the Writers Association, he went around swindling female college students with literary dreams. He's already had sex with several of them."
"So disgusting?" Wen Zhixia gasped. She glanced at the PDF and asked, "So what should we do with this person now?"
"He's still in the detention center," Fan Xiaolin explained. "This kind of thing is very difficult to collect evidence. It takes some time to investigate and determine the nature of the crime. But now that a girl has come forward to give evidence, it shouldn't be long."
Wen Zhixia nodded, "That's good."
While eating, suddenly, a piece of news popped up on my phone:
[The Fu family heir returned to China to get engaged and has brought his girlfriend to meet his parents]
Wen Zhixia's hands trembled and her phone almost fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Fan Xiaolin saw that she looked unwell, looked down, and saw the news.
"Young Master Fu has publicly announced his relationship for the first time. His girlfriend is a surgeon. Jindu Weekly?" She exclaimed. "Wow! Fu Ruoshi has officially announced it to you! He even contacted major media outlets to make the announcement!"
Wen Zhixia looked at the news without any joy on her face.
Someone is so impatient!
The notice was sent out without my consent!
She was furious and forwarded the news directly to Fu Ruoshi: "Why did you take the initiative? I didn't agree that day, so you should have the news removed."
Fu Ruoshi replied immediately: [I just got off the plane, let’s meet at your house to talk.]
It was followed by a timid puppy expression.
"Are you unhappy?" Fan Xiaolin saw that she looked unhappy. "He didn't get your consent?"
Wen Zhixia nodded with a dark face, "It's because he always feels that someone is targeting me, and he feels insecure, so he's anxious to make an official announcement. But I told him the other day that we shouldn't do it for now, and he also said we'd discuss it later, but in the end he still took the initiative."
"That shows he cares about you," Fan Xiaolin consoled her. "Don't be angry. Just ask him to take down the news immediately. He'll definitely listen to you."
After the two finished their meal, Wen Zhixia took a taxi and headed straight to the community.
As soon as I arrived downstairs of the apartment building, I saw Fu Ruoshi sitting by the flower bed, seemingly making a phone call.
Wen Zhixia slowed down her pace and moved closer. She heard Fu Ruoshi say, "Why don't you remove the news? My wife seems unhappy. She's just like that. She's a scholar, old-fashioned, not very flexible, and doesn't understand romance~"
Wen Zhixia patted him on the shoulder.
"Fuck!"
Fu Ruoshi shuddered, turned around and saw Wen Zhixia's beautiful face full of dissatisfaction, and immediately smiled, "Old Yang, I won't talk to you anymore, remember to withdraw the manuscript, good night."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Wen Zhixia with a guilty look on his face, "You're off work so early."
"Who is an old-fashioned scholar?" Wen Zhixia pursed her lips and glared at him, "Who is inflexible? Who doesn't understand romance?"
Fu Ruoshi laughed awkwardly, "It was just polite talk, I just said it casually."
Wen Zhixia stomped her feet angrily, left him and walked into the corridor.
Fu Ruoshi knew he was at fault, so he ran after her, coaxing and chasing after her as he followed behind Wen Zhixia. "I was wrong. I know it's inappropriate for me not to discuss this with you, but I'm really afraid..."
"You still know that it's inappropriate for you not to discuss it with me?" Wen Zhixia glared at him and pulled the door open with force, almost hitting Fu Ruoshi's nose.
Fu Ruoshi followed him into the house timidly, "Oh, your roses are all withered. I'll order another bouquet for you."
"Don't change the subject." Wen Zhixia's face darkened. "Why did you send out the notice without my consent? Didn't we agree that day to discuss it after you came back?"
Fu Ruoshi stayed in the United States for nearly a week this time, and he couldn't bear it anymore on the third day.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong," he said gently, hugging Wen Zhixia and explaining, "I admit that I was a little anxious, but I was also concerned about your safety. There are so many perverts now, what if one really has bad intentions towards you?"
"Then you should have waited until we were all here," Wen Zhixia leaned against his chest, her anger subsiding a little. "I don't like to publicize my private life, and you're not one for publicity either, so from now on, anything related to our relationship should be kept private if possible."
Fu Ruoshi felt a panic in his heart.
But his proposal was arranged with great fanfare, and everyone in the city would know about it.