Chapter 22 Fu Ciyan, I don’t want to wait any longer, let’s get a divorce

Fu Ciyan, who had just finished a meeting, had a gloomy expression. He listened to the various curses for two minutes before he seized the opportunity to speak:

"What do you think happened to her?"

Summer is not good:

"Shameless! Don't you know what you've done? And you still have the nerve to ask her what's wrong? She cried all night and had a fever and was admitted to the hospital. Are you satisfied?"

After Xia Tian finished cursing, he immediately hung up the phone and took several deep breaths outside before calming down.

On the other side, Fu Ci Yan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He searched through his address book and called Wen Nanxi.

Even he himself did not notice that his fingertips were trembling slightly.

He regretted what he said yesterday, but thinking that Wen Nanxi was still angry, he wanted to wait for her to calm down before talking to her.

But he didn't expect to receive such news.

The phone rang several times before it was connected. He spoke anxiously:

"Nanxi, how are you?"

There was silence for a while. Fu Ci Yan wanted to continue asking questions when he heard a hoarse voice from the other end.

"Fu Ciyan, I don't want to wait any longer. Let's get a divorce."

Fu Ciyan's face was stern: "Stop making trouble, are you sick?"

Wen Nanxi forced a twitch of her lips. Although her fever had subsided, her throat still hurt.

She had heard the words "Stop making trouble" countless times. She used to be angry and sad, but now she felt surprisingly calm.

"I'm not making a fuss, Fu Ciyan. Please sign the agreement when it's convenient for you. I'm ready."

Fu Ciyan felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his usually stable emotions were showing signs of exploding:

"Wen Nanxi, are you so anxious to leave me? What, is that person outside of yours unable to wait any longer?"

"Whatever you think."

Wen Nanxi suddenly felt that the two of them could no longer communicate. The fatigue made her a little listless, so she hung up the phone just now.

Before Fu Ci Yan could finish his words, he heard a busy tone. His face froze and he almost dropped his phone.

"Yu Zhao, postpone the next meeting."

Yu Zhao understood: "Okay, Mr. Fu, it has been postponed to 2 pm. Xiao Li is already downstairs."

Fu Ci Yan looked at Yu Zhao with some surprise, but the latter remained calm.

To be precise, from the moment the boss called his wife, he had already notified Xiao Li to pick someone up.

A qualified special assistant must have a sufficient understanding of the president's psychology.

Wen Nanxi shrank back into the quilt, like a snail retracting into its shell, hiding in the safest place.

After Xia Tian finished the call, he did not return to the room, but went to call a few security guards.

Prevent fire, theft and banquets.

We must not give any chance to this stinky scumbag!

Lunch was the health-preserving porridge brought by Shen Yuechuan. It was light and nourishing, and it suited Wen Nanxi's appetite very well.

As Xia Tian expected, Fu Ci Yan arrived in less than two hours and was stopped by security guards at the door.

Hearing the sound at the door, Xia Tian leaned against the door with his arms folded:

"Oh my, who was that? Isn't this President Fu? Why is he here when he's not busy accompanying his sweetheart?"

Fu Ciyan ignored her sarcasm and said coldly:

"Where's Wen Nanxi?"

Xia Tian chuckled:

"Why are you calling Nanxi? What are you doing here? Are you going to bully her again for your sister?"

Xia Tian didn’t know what had happened between Fu Ci Yan and Wen Nanxi, but she guessed that it must have something to do with that little green tea girl.

Fu Ci Yan clenched his fists. He knew that Wen Nanxi always protected Xia Tian and didn't want to conflict with her. He took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

"She's sick, and I'm her husband. Is it okay for me to come see her?"

When I talk about this summer, I get angry and start typing with my hands on my hips:

"Don't you have any idea who caused her illness? How many times has Nanxi been sick because of you?

She was forced to marry you, and you promised to marry her yourself. Now that your white moonlight is back, you treat her like this. Is it her fault? Do you have any conscience?

Fu Ciyan pursed his lips, his face dark:

"Let me see her, or don't blame me for taking action."

"Hey? You're still being awesome!"

Xia Tian rolled up his sleeves and said, "If you have the guts, do it! Beat me to death!"

"Xia Xia, please let him in."

Wen Nanxi's voice came from the bedroom. Xia Tian had no choice but to glare at Fu Ci Yan fiercely and move away from the door.

In summer, this room is a suite with a living room at the entrance. Fu Ci Yan took a few quick steps before reaching the bedroom.

Wen Nanxi leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes still swollen and her face looking haggard.

Fu Ci Yan's eyes darkened for a moment. He sat next to her and wanted to hold her hand, but Wen Nanxi dodged him.

"Why are you sick? You were fine yesterday."

Wen Nanxi didn't answer and picked up the divorce agreement on the bedside table:

"I've already signed it. Everything is in accordance with the prenuptial agreement. If you have no problem, just sign it. We'll handle the formalities when we return to Kyoto."

Her voice was soft, but it sounded extremely heavy to Fu Ci Yan's ears.

He didn't expect Wen Nanxi to be so well prepared. He felt a little tormented, and his eyes fell on her fingertips holding the divorce agreement:

"It's not even the day yet, why are you in such a hurry? What you said yesterday..."

Wen Nanxi didn't want to recall what she had said yesterday. The wound had finally healed, so why open it again and make her feel the pain again?

She interrupted Fu Ciyan:

"What difference does it make if it's a day earlier or later? Fu Ciyan, I'm tired."

"Yes, it's a big difference. We agreed on three years, so it's three years. Miss Wen, you're not going to break the contract, are you?"

Wen Nanxi's fingertips curled slightly.

After a moment of silence, she responded softly:

"Yes, I want to cancel the contract. I didn't say before that I couldn't cancel the contract. Please sign it. When we return to Kyoto, we will go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Fu Ciyan took the divorce agreement and flipped through it, his face grumpy and his voice filled with disdain:

"What kind of agreement is this? The format is wrong. You did this? Aren't you a top student at Kyoto University? Is this all you can do?"

Wen Nanxi looked at the face that was exactly the same as the one in his memory. Why could such a gentle and gentlemanly person say such harsh words?

"Mr. Fu, are you just nitpicking? If you're not satisfied with my abilities, you can just fire me. There's no need to humiliate me."

Fu Ci Yan's breathing stagnated, and an indescribable feeling surrounded his heart.

Wen Nanxi is now like a hedgehog. He will be pricked if he is touched.

"I'll have Yu Zhao redo the agreement. You can take a break."

He left the room, and Xia Tian was still leaning against the door, staring at him warily.

Fu Ci Yan walked away on his own, and Xia Tian called him.

"Fu Ciyan, I don't quite understand why you hate Nanxi so much. She has always been so good to you. Can't we just part ways amicably? Why do you have to hurt her?"

Fu Ciyan turned around and asked, "Who said I hate her?"

Xia Tian snorted coldly:

"You don't hate her? Then what were you doing when she was being harassed and asked you for help? What were you doing when your business partner forced Nanxi to drink alcohol and caused her to have stomach bleeding and end up in the hospital?"