Chapter 61 He will always say sorry

Wen Liang first paid with his mobile phone, then opened the call log, which contained dozens of missed calls from Fu Zheng and several messages from him.

She clicked on them one by one, and the first message read: Wenliang, where are you? I'll pick you up.

Article 2: I can explain the news.

Article 3: I’m sorry.

Wen Liang smiled when he saw those three words.

sorry.

I'm sorry again.

This is the only thing he would ever say.

Knowing that I am sorry, I still continue to feel sorry.

The fourth message was posted a bit late compared to the first three: "Wenliang, your interview at the hospital entrance was maliciously edited. I've had it downplayed." Where are you? I'll pick you up. If you see this message, remember to call me back.

Wen Liang opened Weibo and searched, and sure enough, he saw news about himself, which was published by several marketing accounts not long ago.

The media named this news "The latest response from Fu Zheng's cheating partner Wen Liang".

What was the response?

No response.

It's just that marketing accounts and the media misinterpreted Wen Liang's attitude as a sign of guilt, and he didn't dare to respond directly. The comments below were all condemnations of Wen Liang and criticisms of his appearance.

"I'm just a passerby. I don't understand what men think these days. Chu Siyi is so pretty, but she still wants to find a mistress. This woman is far from Chu Siyi."

"It fully demonstrates that men's infidelity is not based on whether the woman is good-looking, but on whether she is new or not."

"As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a secret lover."

At the same time, during this period, a number of mashups of Chu Siyi's appearance emerged on major video websites.

One of the most viewed videos is titled: Fu Zheng's Cheating Partner vs. Fu Zheng's Marriage Partner. With the popularity of this video, there are countless videos like this.

Let’s not talk about these for now.

There is another hot search: Likes on Fu’s official Weibo.

After clicking in, someone posted a picture, and a message appeared on the homepage of Fu’s official Weibo: a Weibo post he had liked.

That Weibo post was from a marketing account accusing Wen Liang of being a mistress.

But now when I look at Fu’s official Weibo, I find that the like button has been removed.

But it still makes one think.

Netizens were discussing that this must be confirmed. Even the employees within Fu’s company couldn’t stand it and were secretly seeking justice for Chu Siyi.

Wen Liang knew that the operation of Fu’s official Weibo and official accounts on other platforms fell under the purview of the public relations department.

Wen Liang took a quick look and then exited Weibo.

Just as I was about to turn off the phone again, Fu Zheng called.

Wen Liang quickly rejected the call and turned off the phone in one go.

She put her cell phone in her bag, went to the tea shop and ordered a cup of milk tea. She sat down on a high stool and drank the milk tea while gnawing on the pig's trotter.

A young man sat down next to her. He was holding a cup of milk tea, biting the straw. He glanced at Wen Liang a few times and mustered up the courage to say, "Beautiful girl, can you add me on WeChat?"

Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. Sorry to bother you." The boy's ears turned red and he said quickly.

After eating the pig's trotters and drinking the warm milk tea, I sat in the tea shop for a while and then got up and left.

She walked slowly along the sidewalk.

I don’t know how long I walked before I saw a club across the street. On a whim, I crossed the street and walked in, going straight to the basement floor.

There is a bar on the underground floor.

There are not many people in the bar now and the light is bright.

There was a beautiful woman with a smoky voice singing folk songs on the stage.

Wen Liang sat down at the bar, and the bartender asked, "What would you like to drink, beautiful lady?"

Wen Liang was about to speak when she suddenly realized that she couldn't drink alcohol while pregnant. After a long pause, she said, "Give me a Sprite."

Bartender: “…”

The bartender had a look on his face that said, "Are you kidding me?" but he still gave Wen Liang a glass of Sprite. "Enjoy your meal, beautiful lady."

"Thanks."

Wen Liang took the wine glass and found a booth in the corner to sit down. She looked at the singer on the stage, her thoughts flying away.

"You walked with me into the summer of cicadas, past the hustle and bustle of the city. The sound of your song still lingers, your eyes like pomegranate blossoms. I lose your tenderness, my laughter among the flowers. Time cannot stop, the clouds wait. I really miss you, in every rainy season. What you choose to forget is what I miss the most. Words are short, but the feelings are long. There are too many ripples to describe. My story is all about you. How could I fall in love with him and decide to go home with him? I gave up everything I had, and everything about me didn't matter. Words are short, but the feelings are long. I can't tell you all about our youth. My story is still about you..."

The singer's voice is not outstanding and his pitch is average. Perhaps because there are not many customers at the moment, his singing style is a bit lazy.

But it still made Wen Liang's eyes red and his heart ached.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a whole day suddenly burst out at this moment.

For the past ten years, as a bystander, she watched Fu Zheng grow from a young college student to the independent president of Fu Group.

He is the one she pursues, the light in her dark night, and her only story in the past ten years.

She crawled out of the darkness, covered in mud, and ran towards him with all her might.

She maintained the three-year marriage with all her heart and soul, using up all her passion.

He also tried hard to play the role of a qualified husband.

But fake is fake after all.

Time cannot stop, and he has already gone to pursue his beloved. Only she is still waiting there foolishly, hoping that he will come back.

In his heart, she was never his wife, but his underground lover, a person who should not be seen in public.

He went to see Chu Siyi every year for three years, but never told Chu Siyi that he was married.

Just like Chu Siyi said, the one who is not loved in a relationship is the third party.

She is the third person who intervenes between Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi.

How sweet the past few days were, how painful my heart is today.

It turned out that all his kindness to her was just acting and had a purpose.

She finally understood.

She won't trust him anymore.

"Aliang? It's really you! I'm so lucky to run into you here."

A familiar voice came from beside her. Wen Liang turned her head and saw a man fully armed with only a pair of eyes showing, sitting down opposite her.

Wen Liang recognized Zhou Yu at a glance, suppressed his emotions, and smiled faintly, "Zhou Yu, what's going on lately? I keep running into you everywhere I go?"

Zhou Yu pulled his mask down a little and said, "I had lunch with the TV station people up there at noon today."

He pointed to the club upstairs and tilted his head to look at Wen Liang: "Thinking you might be in a bad mood and come to the bar, I came here to try my luck, and I didn't expect to actually run into you. I sent you a WeChat message, why didn't you reply?"

"Sorry, my phone is turned off."

"Come here to hide away?"

Although it was a question, there was a firmness in his tone.

Wen Liang pursed her lips, did not deny it, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of Sprite.

"Don't take the news online to heart. What I hate most are those unscrupulous journalists and media outlets who are eager to create chaos and fabricate any rumors just to gain traffic."

Zhou Yu also saw today's news and thought Wen Liang was upset because of it, so he comforted her.

"When I first debuted, I was also very concerned about online comments. But over time, I gradually understood that to me, they were just one of the 1.4 billion people, strangers I had never met. They never really understood me, but instead vented their anger online based on a few words in the media. Why should I care about them? My life is much more interesting than theirs. Once the hype dies down, how many people will still remember this?"

Wen Liang smiled, "You're right."

But what she cared about was never the comments on the Internet, she only cared about Fu Zheng's behavior.