Chapter 172: Make him pay the price!

"There are several suspicious points in this matter. The first is that my wife had a close female classmate there. After my wife returned to China, this female classmate contacted her, but my wife acted as if she didn't know her and was very cold towards her."

"Secondly, my man couldn't find any records of my wife's birth in any hospital or clinic there, including those in neighboring cities. Either she went to a city farther away, or someone deliberately erased her record."

"Another point is that my wife's long sick leave should have been reflected in her transcript, but after returning to China and exchanging her credits, she received excellent grades in every subject, with no abnormalities."

After Special Assistant Yang finished speaking, Fu Zheng did not respond for a long time.

Until Yang Tezhong was a little anxious and reminded: "Mr. Fu?"

"Keep investigating. Besides, I don't want anyone else to know about this."

"clear."

Fu Zheng hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bedside table, and reached out to tease Tuan Tuan twice.

Tuantuan was still not very sensible. She hugged Fu Zheng's fingers and bit them hard with her little teeth, but to Fu Zheng, it was no different from tickling.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes and recalled what Special Assistant Yang said again. An incredible guess flashed through his mind - Wen Liang didn't know that she had given birth to a child!

Or perhaps, for some reason, she forgot what happened when she was studying abroad!

So, she never mentioned her experience studying abroad, as if it never happened.

Therefore, she was so unfamiliar with the friends she met while studying abroad.

That's why she gave up the child and married him, because she had no idea he existed.

That's why this pregnancy was just like her first time.

Fu Zheng reached out and pinched his eyebrows, knowing that Wen Liang was not deliberately hiding it, and he finally felt a little comforted.

But the question comes back again, who is that man? ! !

Fu Zheng's intuition told him that it was neither the Chinese president nor Wen Liang's classmate.

Who is the person behind erasing all those traces?

Is that the man?

Where is that child now?

Why did Wen Liang forget what happened when he was studying abroad?

However, since Wen Liang has forgotten, it is best not to think about it forever!

As for the child, he will look for him secretly.

If I die, it will be clean.

If he is still alive, then let him stay abroad forever and never appear in front of Wen Liang!

At this time, the WeChat notification sound rang several times in succession.

Fu Zheng opened WeChat and saw a few photos sent by Lu Yao.

Fu Zheng clicked on one at random.

The photo was taken at the ski resort. It was a dazzling white under the sun. There were two people in ski suits in the center of the lens. They were far away and looked to be a man and a woman. The man's hand was on the woman's waist, and their posture was intimate.

Lu Yao would not post photos for no reason, so Fu Zheng had already guessed the identity of the woman in the photo.

A vein on his forehead throbbed.

Swipe left and the second photo pops up.

The man put his hands on the woman's shoulders and lowered his head slightly, as if kissing her forehead.

Fu Zheng flipped through all the photos with a gloomy expression, his eyes as dark as a deep pool.

Lu Yao: "I didn't expect Miss Wen to have a romantic relationship just after her divorce!"

Lu Yao: "This guy is a college student, three years younger than Miss Wen, calling her sister, sister, tsk tsk..."

Lu Yao: "I heard they even planned to see the Northern Lights together tonight. How romantic! And it's late at night, young men and women are most likely to act impulsively..."

Lu Yao: "I heard they're staying in the same hotel!"

When Fu Zheng thought about what might happen to them at night, his face became ferocious for a moment and turned ashen in an instant.

He stared at the man in the photo, with a murderous look in his eyes.

If looks could kill people through the Internet, Meng Ce would have died countless times!

Lu Yao added, "I heard that the best way to get out of a relationship is to enter a new one. I think Miss Wen has made up her mind!"

Fu Zheng's teeth were grinding, and his heart was burning with anger, but also felt a bit bloated and painful.

The sourness attacked his throat, making his mouth bitter and sour.

She had already begun to walk slowly forward.

Only he was still stuck there, staring at her back, hoping she would look back.

But she was so disappointed in him that she would never turn back.

Even though he knew she would never forgive him, Fu Zheng still couldn't let go.

He replied to Lu Yao: "Do everything you can to stop them, at any cost! I'm going to Norway right away!"

If that kid dares to touch Wen Liang, he will make him pay the price!

Lu Yao replied quickly: "OK."

Lu Yao: "I'll have someone help you delay the time, please hurry up."

Immediately, Fu Zheng called Special Assistant Yang and said, "Book me a flight to Tromsø as soon as possible!"

"yes."

Special Assistant Yang was not surprised by this result.

Compared with the past, Fu Zheng cares more about the future and will not be too fussy about what happened in the past. For example, if someone makes a mistake at work, instead of panicking and making excuses, Fu Zheng hopes that employees can put aside distractions and find ways to make up for the losses.

Fu Zheng couldn't accept Wen Liang's matter for the time being, but he would figure it out in a few days.

After all, it is a thing of the past. The past has already happened and cannot be changed or erased.

Since he couldn't let go of Wen Liang, he could only accept its existence.

Wen Liang’s past is not important, what is important is that Wen Liang’s future is his!

Special Assistant Yang was very efficient and quickly arranged the visa and air tickets.

Fu Zheng got up, packed his luggage, asked his aunt to take good care of Tuan Tuan, and went directly to the airport to meet up with Special Assistant Yang and boarded a plane to Tromsø.

Tromsø Ski Resort.

Wen Liang, Meng Ce and his group arrived at the ski resort.

From a distance, you can see some people wearing helmets and ski goggles, wearing ski suits, standing on skis, holding ski poles, sliding up and down in the vast snow, gliding against the wind, like whales strolling leisurely in the sea, like birds spreading their wings and soaring in the sky. That feeling of freedom is really something people yearn for.

However, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Ordinary shoes are anti-slip and can be used for walking on snow, but skis are designed for skiing and are made of special materials.

Wen Liang underestimated its slipperiness and fell on his butt as soon as he left the locker room.

Because I was sitting on the ground, the ski poles were too high, making it difficult to stand up directly. The long skis on my feet restricted my posture, and it took me half a day to get up.

On the way to the slide, Wen Liang learned his lesson and walked carefully.

But Tang Shishi fell on her back, causing Wen Liang and Zhu Fan to burst into laughter.

Just as he finished laughing, Zhu Fan slipped and fell to the ground, and even his ski poles flew away.

They then decided to pay a ski instructor to teach them.

There are probably a lot of Chinese people traveling here, and the coaches can speak a few words of Chinese, but of course they communicate more in English.

Wen Liang listened attentively, practiced with the coach, and quickly mastered some tricks.

Then the coach led her to slide slowly on the snow, and later, she could slide slowly on the snow by herself.

The skis cut into the snow, making a squeaking sound as they slid.

When she looked up, her eyes were filled with white. When she slid up a snow slope, the supreme pleasure, disordered breathing, accelerated heartbeat, boiling blood, desperate courage, danger, restlessness, freedom, intoxication, made her unable to stop.

Wen Liang finally understood why some people like skiing and extreme sports so much.

What we pursue is that ultimate feeling of giving it a try.