Chapter 134 She is always just a Plan B
Fu Zheng looked at the person in charge of the industrial park.
The person in charge immediately sat up straight and agreed, "I agree with Director Gao's approach. First, reduce the public pressure, then mediate privately. It's just a matter of paying some money. If you let him continue like this, it will be extremely detrimental to the company."
Fu Zheng leaned against the sofa, his right hand resting on the armrest, his fingers curled up and tapping lightly in a rhythmic pattern. "The matter is still fermenting. There must be reporters watching Ma He's house at this time. If we go to someone to settle it privately now, it will only make people think we are guilty. Besides, the result of the administrative review has not come out yet, so let's wait a little longer."
Director Gao disagreed with Fu Zheng's idea. "The company has been plagued by negative news recently, and its stock price has continued to fall, which has already made shareholders very dissatisfied. Regardless of the outcome of the administrative review, even if it was the deceased's fault, treating the family of the deceased with preferential treatment is a good deed and can save the company's reputation."
"I remember Uncle Gao was full of energy and ambition back then. The industrial park's current scale is inseparable from Uncle Gao's contributions. Now, after sitting in the office for so long, how come he has become so timid?"
Director Gao: “…”
"The reporters have already targeted the Fu family. Do you think that if we settle the matter privately, we can change public opinion? If we settle this privately, will we still do it privately if something similar happens again? The Fu family is not used to being taken advantage of. If it is truly our fault, we will actively compensate. If it weren't our fault, the Fu family wouldn't have suffered this loss."
The person in charge of the industrial park glanced at Director Gao.
Seeing Fu Zheng's insistence, Director Gao sighed and looked at the person in charge. "Just do as Mr. Fu says. There are reporters waiting downstairs. Be careful with your words when you speak. Don't be too arrogant, but don't be too humble. Let the police handle everything!"
The person in charge calmed down and said, "I understand."
At this time, someone knocked on the door.
"Mr. Fu."
It was the voice of Special Assistant Yang.
"Enter."
"Mr. Fu, Director Li's secretary has responded. See you at 7pm in Shengshi."
Public opinion and compensation for the deceased's family are minor matters. What Fu Zheng is worried about is that the higher-ups will use this to make things difficult for him. This is the purpose of his coming here.
"I see."
Director Gao smiled and said, "In recent years, the industrial park has attracted more and more investment. Director Li is still giving face."
As soon as the fire broke out, he immediately stopped production in the industrial park and waited for the relevant departments to investigate.
Since the safety hazards have been eliminated, it is better to restore order as soon as possible. One day later will cost a lot of money.
"This is all thanks to the good management of President Fu and Director Gao." The person in charge of the industrial park said with a smile.
…
Two days later, the industrial park resumed work.
"Mr. Fu, aren't we going back yet?" Special Assistant Yang asked.
Mr. Fu could have gone back yesterday, but he insisted on staying here for another day. I don’t know why.
Fu Zheng glanced at the date on the phone screen and fell silent.
After this fire accident in the company, he once again experienced the madness of public opinion.
People on the Internet just follow the crowd and have no way to defend themselves even with evidence.
So how helpless and desperate Wen Liang must have felt before.
Is it really too late for him to make amends?
And has she watched that interview?
What is she thinking? Will she still choose to divorce him?
"Please book a flight for me."
…
Wednesday evening.
Wen Liang returned home from get off work and saw a pair of men's handmade leather shoes at the entrance, with a black windbreaker hanging on the hanger next to them.
She was slightly stunned. He was back?
"get off work?"
When Wen Liang looked up, she saw Fu Zheng sitting on the sofa in the living room, leaning against the back of the sofa, with his legs crossed and his eyes staring at her.
"Yeah. Have you finished dealing with things over there?" Wen Liang's expression returned to normal and he continued to change his shoes.
"That's about it, just leave the rest to others."
Wen Liang walked into the living room in slippers. Fu Zheng poured a glass of water and pushed it to the edge of the coffee table. He said casually, "Did you watch the interview video that day?"
"I saw it." Wen Liang sat down on the sofa, picked up the water glass and took a sip.
Fu Zheng paused, seemingly not expecting Wen Liang's response to be just these two words. He tentatively asked, "Any ideas?"
Wen Liang looked at him and replied with just two words, "No."
Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.
"When are we going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our divorce certificate?"
Fu Zheng froze, his gaze fixed on Wen Liang, his eyes lingering, "Are you still insisting on a divorce?"
"Um."
"We've made it public."
"Who says you can't divorce if it's public?"
"Why?"
"Didn't I say that last time?"
"Because of Zhou Yu, right? Because he risked his career to beat someone up for you and attract the attention of netizens for you. Did he play that recording to you?"
Wen Liang frowned and looked at him in confusion, "What do you mean? Zhou Yu beat someone up for me? What recording?"
"Nothing." Fu Zheng looked away and shook his head. "Then why do you insist on getting a divorce?"
"I just don't want to live with you anymore. You go and fulfill your promise to Chu Siyi, and I'll live my ordinary life, isn't that good enough?"
"Is it because of Chu Siyi? What do you want me to do? I promise you everything."
"Haven't you always wanted to be with her? I'll grant your wish."
"Okay, since you don't like her, I'll send her abroad so she can no longer influence us. How about that?"
Seeing Fu Zheng's stubborn attitude, Wen Liang stood up, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "Fu Zheng, stop deceiving yourself. No matter what you do, I will insist on getting a divorce!"
After saying that, she turned and walked up the stairs.
"Wenliang, don't go!"
Fu Zheng hugged her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, his hot breath spraying on the back of her neck, begging in a low voice, "Give me another chance, please..."
Don't be so cruel!
Just when he realized that he had fallen in love with her and couldn't live without her, she chose to divorce.
"Fu Zheng, I've given you enough chances, but you haven't seized them once."
Wen Liang lowered his eyes, "It's not that I gave up on you, it's that you never chose me from the beginning."
She is always just a Plan B.
Even this time, Fu Zheng chose to come forward to clarify only when her personal information was exposed and the situation was out of control.
Wen Liang thought of the original Black Forest cake.
It represented his casual perfunctory attitude and her most youthful and innocent love.
The thoughts of a seventeen-year-old girl are like that cake, bitter and sweet.
If she had known then that Chu Siyi didn't want the cake, she would not have accepted it, nor would she have allowed herself to like the bitter chocolate.
Just like her marriage, it looked gorgeous on the outside, but when she tasted it with great anticipation, it was extremely bitter.
From the very beginning, she was destined to be Fu Zheng's second choice, and this marriage was destined to always give way to Chu Siyi.
But she didn't realize that even she was deceived by the exquisite packaging of the chocolate.
Now she understood. She still liked to eat candy, sweet candy. The fruit candy sold in the village store when she was a child was simple and unpretentious, costing only one cent each, but it was sweet to the heart.
What was now placed in front of her was a piece of exquisitely wrapped candy handed to her by Fu Zheng. She knew that it contained bitter chocolate.
"I just want this one chance."
Fu Zheng, who was always cold and arrogant, begged humbly for the first time, "Wen Liang, let me make it up to you, okay?"
Wen Liang stood there, finally broke free from his hand, and went upstairs without looking back.
This sweet fruit candy was eventually thrown away.
Fu Zheng's arms felt empty, and he stared at her resolute back, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.
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