Chapter 4

The glare Xie Zhi shot over made Fang Xianxing feel as if she could hear him cursing her for having a thick face, even though he didn’t say a word.

People in the field of archeology often put history on a pedestal. Someone like Xie Zhi, who used an ancient person’s portrait as his phone wallpaper, was probably beyond help.

Fang Xianxing pursed her lips. There were always people in this world who valued the past over the present.

Were modern people necessarily inferior to ancient people?

If Xie Zhi were to travel back to ancient times, would those women with old-fashioned ideas of male inferiority and female superiority agree to sign a divorce agreement before marriage?

They might directly make him an eighteenth-rank concubine and imprison him in the backyard for life!

In recent years, Fang Xianxing had been enjoying a smooth ride, with almost everyone around her showering her with praise. Even those who schemed against her would objectively compliment her a few times, affirming her worth as a target. But Xie Zhi…

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he backed out of the marriage right in front of her over a divorce agreement and even had the audacity to randomly choose the next marriage partner.

What kind of person did he take her for?

As Fang Xianxing grumbled inwardly, her gaze frequently swept over Xie Zhi at the points of her indignation.

Xie Zhi didn’t continue his absurd phone call. Instead, he stared intently at the ancient figure on his phone wallpaper, his earlier aggressive demeanor completely gone.

It was hard to know what to say.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere in the car slightly improved.

Xie Zhi’s thumb slid across the portrait of Wen Ru on his phone screen as he bit his lip, his eyes glancing at Fang Xianxing. Their gazes collided as Fang Xianxing’s eyes swept over, and both of them quickly looked away.

When Fang Xianxing looked over again, she noticed that Xie Zhi’s emotions had changed once more.

His phone screen had already turned black, but he still kept his head lowered, his thumb aimlessly sliding across the screen, his long lashes trembling slightly.

Within seconds, a teardrop fell onto the screen with a “plop,” followed immediately by a second one.

Fang Xianxing was startled, sitting up straight, stammering as she spoke.

“Why… why are you crying… I didn’t bully you…”

“I really can’t sign that divorce agreement. If the media catches wind of our sham marriage, it will harm the company’s reputation. I have to be responsible for all my company’s employees.”

“At most, we don’t have to get married. The divorce agreement isn’t a big deal. I’m sure there are people willing to sign it for you.”

“But don’t make such a hasty decision. Knowing someone’s face doesn’t mean knowing their heart. Can you really find a good wife-master with just one phone call?”

As Fang Xianxing tried to persuade him, she also felt a headache. She lightly tossed the tissue box from the car into Xie Zhi’s lap.

Xie Zhi didn’t pay attention to the tissue box. With his head lowered, his voice carried a hint of suppressed crying as he spoke. “Is Ms. Fang willing to be responsible for the company and the employees, but not for her future husband?”

“Of course, women have a broad vision and go far. They have a dazzling world to explore. Love, marriage, family, and even children are just embellishments in your lives. When they become troublesome, they might even be a burden. Only men are foolish, carefully placing those things in their hearts, afraid of making a wrong move and facing eternal damnation.”

“When I first met you, Ms. Fang, I thought you didn’t have those bad habits.”

“But I never expected that, in the end, you’re still a woman, forever unable to understand the harm divorce brings to a man. Abandoned husband, secondhand goods, a promiscuous man who has been with more than one woman… If these words don’t apply to you, Ms. Fang, can you just ignore them?”

Xie Zhi turned to look at Fang Xianxing, his eyes misty with tears, making him look like a crystal about to shatter into countless pieces, yet held together by a stubborn force.

Fang Xianxing fell silent, her gaze sweeping over Xie Zhi’s body several times. She opened her mouth to say something but ultimately just pursed her lips tightly.

“I don’t blame you for any of this, Ms. Fang. I only want a divorce agreement. I thought that if I were lucky enough to find a wife-master who truly loves me in the future, I could not only withdraw in time but also use the agreement to prove my innocence to her. But even such a small request, you won’t agree to it, Ms. Fang?”

A beautiful and helpless man—who wouldn’t feel resentful towards a woman for not agreeing to his request upon seeing him?

But Fang Xianxing opened her mouth with an iron heart. “Xie Zhi, are you putting on an act of being pitiful in front of me?”

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