Chapter 176 is over

The bonfire ended in a lively atmosphere, the tourists took a group photo, returned to the bus and headed home.

And the black car followed them on the way back.

It was already four in the morning when we got back to the hotel.

The three of them were not sleepy at all. They recalled the aurora in their memories, looked through the photos they had taken, chatted happily, and became more and more excited.

Tang Shishi picked out a few photos and posted them on Weibo.

When the news about Wen Liang and Fu Zheng first broke out, Tang Shishi spoke up for Wen Liang and argued with netizens, which led to a lot of criticism.

Fu Zheng personally clarified that after the situation turned around, Tang Shishi gained a lot of fans because she stood up for her friend.

Of course, there are also some people who like to make sarcastic remarks, saying that Tang Shishi and Wen Liang are not friends at all, and are just trying to get attention. Tang Shishi doesn't care to pay attention to such people.

When she decided to travel, she mentioned it on Weibo, and many fans shared their experiences below the Weibo post.

When she left Oslo, she shared her experience in Oslo on Weibo, accompanied by carefully selected and edited photos.

This time, Tang Shishi posted a nine-grid photo.

The eight surrounding photos are all photos of scenery and aurora, and the middle one is a group photo of the three of them under the aurora.

The comments gradually increased.

Some people praised the beauty of the aurora, some shared their travel experiences, and some expressed envy and jealousy.

Amidst the harmonious voices, Tang Shishi suddenly saw a glaring comment.

"In the middle photo, the one on the left is Ms. Wen, right? She's so cunning! Seeing you speak up for her and get scolded online, she just hides in the background and says nothing. I guess she's just using you and doesn't consider you a friend at all. These rich people are more cunning than each other."

Tang Shishi wanted to reply to this person and criticize him, but after thinking about it, she deleted the comment.

But before it was deleted, Wen Liang still saw it.

The three of them dawdled until five o'clock before turning off the lights.

In the darkness, Wen Liang lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and reflected on himself carefully.

Why does Tang Shishi dare to openly respond to those keyboard warriors on Weibo? She is not afraid of being scolded in the comments and even worse in private messages. Why doesn't she dare?

Her heart is not as strong as she imagined.

Many times, her outward calmness is just an act.

She was afraid that Fu Zheng would look down on her, and she also knew that Fu Zheng absolutely did not like people who complained and felt sorry for themselves.

When she was accused of being a third party, even if she couldn't post it on Weibo, she could hold a press conference or use live broadcast to clarify herself.

But she never thought of doing that.

Fu Zheng made her suffer injustice, and she was sad, heartbroken, and unwilling. Then she swallowed the bitter fruit alone, but never resisted.

Over the years, it has become her habit to try hard to catch up with Fu Zheng and gain his recognition.

She was used to pleasing him.

Therefore, even when she was bullied, she did not dare to cry in front of her grandfather, for fear that he would be angry and even dislike her.

Therefore, even if she was wronged, she did not dare to clarify on her own initiative, for fear that he would be angry and dislike her even more.

Wen Liang must thank her two friends. Without them, it would have been really difficult for her to get over it.

During the years she liked Fu Zheng, she lost too much of herself.

Now, she wants to be herself again, think about herself wholeheartedly, no longer have to care about other people's faces, and no longer have to worry about anything.

After tossing and turning, Wen Liang got up in the middle of the night, logged into his Weibo account which he had not logged into since being cyberbullied, and posted a message: It's over.

The accompanying picture is a photo of the divorce certificate.

Hundreds of comments flooded in immediately under the Weibo post, and the number is still increasing rapidly.

Netizens had already speculated that Fu Zheng had cheated, and this Weibo post was almost the final word. In the comment section, some people felt sorry for the heroine, some supported her, some cursed the scumbag, and some attacked the supporting actress.

But these have nothing to do with her anymore.

The moment she posted on Weibo, she felt so relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

No longer have to worry about making Fu Zheng unhappy, no longer have to worry about affecting Fu Zheng.

She closed her phone, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

…

Little did she know that Fu Zheng, who was sitting across the wall from her, was lying in bed unable to sleep.

Finally, he took out a piece of warm clothing from the box and held it in his arms.

A few days after being discharged from the hospital, he moved back to the master bedroom and lay on the big bed where she had slept. Only by smelling her lingering body fragrance could he fall into a light sleep.

However, not long after, he was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Special Assistant Yang reminded him to check the trending searches on Weibo.

Fu Zheng opened Weibo and saw the top trending search term was #傅郑温凉对方伤害垮.

When he clicked on it, he saw the Weibo post that Wen Liang had just posted not long ago.

Fu Zheng felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart, and a dull pain came faintly.

Is she so eager to cut ties with him and get rid of him?

Could it be that she is really interested in that Meng Ce? !

He clutched the bed sheet tightly to restrain the urge to knock on Wenliang's door, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.

…

At one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Wen Liang woke up slowly, while Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan were still sleeping soundly.

Wen Liang glanced at the time and didn't wake them up. It would be dark soon anyway, and they couldn't go shopping in that short time.

While Wen Liang was washing up, Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan in the other two rooms woke up slowly.

It was already three o'clock when they finished their meal and went out.

The sky began to darken slowly.

As soon as he went out, Wen Liang turned around and saw Lu Yao.

He had just closed the door of the next room and seemed to be about to go out.

Seeing Wen Liang and the others, he nodded at Wen Liang and said, "You guys live here too?"

There was no surprise in his eyes.

"You live here too? What a coincidence. Are you going out?" Wen Liang asked.

Lu Yao pointed to the next room and said, "Yes, go out with my friend."

"Have fun."

"You too."

Wen Liang and her friends first took a quick stroll around the city, visiting Tromsø's museum, aquarium, library, pedestrian street, and Arctic Cathedral.

The Arctic Cathedral is a unique building with a triangular front. It is extremely beautiful at night. Tang Shishi took many beautiful photos.

At six o'clock, they found a restaurant to eat.

Halfway through the meal, Tang Shishi suddenly cursed and pushed her phone towards her, "Aliang, look."

Wen Liang glanced at it in confusion, only to see that the screen showed the Weibo interface. Fu Zheng had registered a personal Weibo account with personal authentication. In just twelve hours, he already had tens of millions of followers, with a red and gold V shining brightly.

He only posted one Weibo post, which seemed to be a reply to Wen Liang: The road is long and difficult, but if you keep going, you will reach your destination.

Tang Shishi put her phone away and said angrily, "Isn't that what he meant by that? He doesn't want to let go, right? That would be pointless."

Wen Liang shook his head, "Maybe he's talking about him and Chu Siyi?"

"Who cares? As long as you stand firm, Aliang, it's fine." Zhu Fan said.

"I see."

In a secluded seat not far from them, Fu Zheng heard Wen Liang's answer without hesitation. His fingers suddenly tightened and his heart felt as painful as if it were being pricked by a needle.

She really had no regrets at all.