C6 6th Chapter

Tang Luoran had never thought that Fu Zichen would still be in the villa. She was a little surprised. She hesitated and walked forward. Before she could walk to Fu Zichen's back, the man who had his back to her suddenly turned around.

Fu Zichen held the so-called divorce agreement with his big palm and shook it in front of Tang Luoran. "This is what you really wanted to talk to me about yesterday?"

The man frowned and formed an invisible pressure. He did not know why, but when he saw the piece of paper, his heart suddenly felt like it was burning.

He thought that she wanted to meet him again to make use of him, so he furiously wanted her. Furthermore, last night, she did not explain anything and silently endured the pain he gave her.

But who would have thought. . . She. . .

It was actually for the sake of divorce?

Why did these two words hurt his heart even more?

Tang Luoran stared at the piece of paper and then looked at Fu Zichen's dark eyes that were knitted into a ball of fire. Her entire heart was suspended because of this. After her dry lips wiggled for a long time, she still admitted the truth and spat out a word, "Yes. "

"Tang Luoran!" Fu Zichen glanced at her coldly. His palm, which was in the air, kneaded the piece of paper into a ball and held it in his palm.

"Tell me, what is marriage in your eyes!? You want to marry, you want to marry, you want to leave, you want to leave? You will only be satisfied if you follow the path that Tang Luoran wants!"

"It is not like that, I. . . " Tang Luoran hurriedly denied.

She only wanted to give the woman that he loved, Yin Zi, a place, that was all.

"Since you want to be Young Madam Fu, I will fulfill your wish and let you carry this identity for the rest of your life! You should know that this is the outcome from the moment you schemed against me! "

After saying that, the paper ball that was originally held in Fu Zichen's palm was ruthlessly thrown to Tang Luoran's feet. After Fu Zichen finished saying that, he retracted the cold gaze that fell on Tang Luoran's body. He bent down and picked up the suit on the sofa. After putting it on, he strode towards the door.

Fu Zichen's footsteps were rapid and fast. It was as if staying in this room for one more step was a stain on him.

With a bang, the door of the villa was fiercely closed. Tang Luoran, who was standing in the middle of the living room, fixed her eyes on the last second before the figure disappeared. Her eyelashes trembled.

. . .

In the next half a month, everything returned to its original state. Tang Luoran had never seen Fu Zichen again. Occasionally, she would only see him on the TV interview program and on the cover of the magazine.

He was wearing a long hand-made windbreaker, and his facial features were still as tough as before. If he slightly frowned, he would give off an intimidating aura.

"Mr. Fu, outsiders have all said that you and Miss Yin have gotten back together. I wonder if this news is true?" This was the first time the host had ever talked about Fu Zichen's relationship.

Of course, this was also the question that all the women in Jiangcheng were most concerned about.

After listening to the host's question, Fu Zichen's fingers on his legs flicked lightly. After a short silence, the simple four words were said as usual, "Forgive me for not telling you. "

A deep and mellow voice resounded in the broadcasting hall. The originally quiet crowd sighed. The host happened to cover up the embarrassment on his face. "It seems that Mr. Fu is very protective of his privacy. Does this mean that Mr. Fu is very protective of his woman and is afraid that the crowd's gaze and chase will affect your woman's daily life?"

Fu Zichen's expression could still be considered approachable a second ago, but after the host asked this question, his cold facial features instantly turned cold in the flash.

"Sorry, it seems like there is no need for this interview to continue. " After saying this, Fu Zichen stood up and habitually twisted his tie with both hands. His handsome eyebrows knitted together, scaring the entire audience and staff into silence.

The media reporters who were still fighting to take photos did not dare to make any extra moves. In this strange silence, Fu Zichen's long legs, which were wrapped in pants, strode forward. Under the protection of the special assistants and bodyguards, he walked towards the tightly shut entrance of the studio.

Fu Zichen's profile was as indifferent as an ice sculpture. During the time he stood up and left, no one made a sound in the studio.

Tang Luoran lay in the bathtub with her eyes closed, surrounded by fog. Her snow white skin stretched under the water like a white lotus. In her mind, she thought of the scene of Fu Zichen running away from the studio. Her palms, which were holding the bath towel, were drenched in sweat.

The hidden marriage or hidden love of celebrities in the entertainment industry were often afraid that public opinion would affect the daily life of their loved ones.

However, this would never happen to Fu Zichen.

He only mentioned his marriage because he did not care about it.

To Fu Zichen, this marriage was just a sacrifice in a trade. It was the victory of Tang Luoran after she calculated everything. So he ignored it, hated it, and even disdained it.

What the host said really stepped on Fu Zichen's thunder zone. No wonder he was so angry.

Tang Luoran's wet hair dripped with water. Her whole body relaxed and she slowly sank into the water.