After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 10: Ending This Marriage

A box of Shaomai on the table remained untouched by Tang Xi, its price of 89 almost equal to the wages she'd earn in a day of part-time work over the weekend.

She decided to find a time to speak to Cheng Yunlang and make things clear.

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Tang Xi returned home through the side door in the evening and reached her bedroom in the attic.

After taking a bath, she prepared to review some materials on difficult medical cases.

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When she opened the drawer, she saw a White Jade Pendant, which belonged to the man she had met in the ruins of an earthquake in Ningjiang City; she wanted to find his family and return the Jade Pendant to them.

At that moment, Su Mengshu pushed the door open and came in. Looking at the Jade Pendant in Tang Xi's hand, she said, "What are you secretly hiding?"

She snatched the Jade Pendant from Tang Xi's hand, glanced at it, and threw it on the floor, "What kind of trash is this?"

As for Su Mengshu's rudeness, Tang Xi seemed to have grown accustomed to it and said coldly, "What are you here for?"

Su Mengshu tossed a few old clothes at her, "Don't go around dressed so shabby every day; it makes it look like I'm bullying you to our colleagues at the hospital."

Xia Minjun never bought clothes for her; Tang Xi only had a few garments, including a pair of jeans washed to the point of turning white.

At this moment, she pursed her lips and pointed to the door, "Get out."

Su Mengshu, with arms crossed and portrayed arrogance, said, "Clothes, you can only wear what I have left over. Even Cheng Yunlang, it's only after I let him go that he shifted his attention to you."

"I give you leftovers to wear, and if it weren't for my benevolence, you and your sick mother, the Dean, wouldn't even have a bed in the hospital if my father hadn't made a call on your behalf."

"Are you done?" Tang Xi's lips were pale, "If you are done, you can leave."

Tang Xi pushed Su Mengshu towards the door and firmly closed it.

Su Mengshu put her hand up to block the door and her hand got caught slightly.

"Ah——"

A scream.

Xia Minjun hurried over and without explanation slapped Tang Xi, "You ungrateful wretch, if anything happens to Mengshu, I won't let you off easy!"

Tang Xi leaned against the door and slowly sat down, maintaining this posture until the ringing of her cell phone brought her back to reality, revealing an unfamiliar number on the screen.

"Hello..."

"Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, come find me in the Fu Building."

A deep male voice came through the phone, cold as frost.

Tang Xi was startled, her eyes widened, "You... who are you...?"

A name slowly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

"Fu Tingzhou." He said.

She gripped the phone tightly, asking tentatively, "What do you want from me? I have to work tomorrow... Can we possibly reschedule...?"

"I will discuss divorce matters with you. If you are not there at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, you know what I'm capable of; I hope you will not try any tricks," he seemed to have little patience for this secret wife, with disdain in his tone, and coldly hung up after finishing his words.

The pupils of Tang Xi's eyes trembled, her fingers gripping the phone listlessly drooped down.

It felt like a dam filled with water in her chest, a suffocating feeling spreading to her limbs and bones with each breath.

The next morning, she applied light makeup to barely conceal the swollen slap mark on her face.

Wearing a mask, she arrived at the Fu Building at half-past nine.

This was Tang Xi's first time here, and likely the last.

She knew that for Fu Tingzhou, he probably didn't even know her name, and certainly wouldn't imagine she was the adopted daughter of the Su Family.

This marriage was a mistake from the start.

Today, it can finally come to an end.

At the front desk, "Miss, Mr. Fu is not here, and there's no appointment for you today in our system. Perhaps you could wait in the lounge for a moment?"

"Would you please relay a message for me? Just say, I am Tang Xi..."

The reception manager gave Tang Xi a once-over, seeing her plain, unadorned outfit and thinking she was just one of those women who came to see Fu Tingzhou out of admiration. After all, there were many women every day who wished to see Mr. Fu.

By 10:15, she still hadn't seen Fu Tingzhou.

Tang Xi asked the front desk again, only to be told that Fu Tingzhou wasn't in the office.

Tang Xi redialed the unfamiliar number from last night, but there was no answer. After waiting another fifteen minutes, her cell phone suddenly rang; it was a colleague from the hospital.

"Tang Xi, where are you? If there's no emergency, come back quickly. The hospital is overwhelmed; there's been a traffic accident on Sanchun Road, and the emergency and reception halls are filled with injured people..."

Tang Xi hurriedly took a taxi to the First Hospital. The emergency room was severely understaffed, so after changing clothes, she rushed over with a medical kit, looking around as patients bustled in and out of the ER.

The hospital was short-handed, and there were too many patients. Most of the attention was on those with severe injuries, leaving many with minor injuries holding their wounds and waiting on the side.

"Grandpa, it hurts so much," cried the girl softly.

Next to her, the old man was looking for a doctor to examine his granddaughter, but doctors were rushing past him with stretchers, their faces stern as they entered the operating rooms.

"Nini, be good, just wait a little longer, it will be over soon."

Tang Xi went over to the girl and examined the wound on her knee.

The old man immediately said, "Doctor, please help my granddaughter. She keeps crying out in pain. We were just unlucky, passing by the roadside when a truck and a sports car collided, causing the sports car to flip and smash into more than a dozen other vehicles. We got caught in it too."

Tang Xi disinfected and bandaged the girl's knee wound. "It's not a big issue. Come here for an X-ray when it's less busy tomorrow. If all is well, you can recover at home for a week."

"Thank you, Doctor Sister."

Soon after, Tang Xi was surrounded by a group of patients with minor injuries. Perhaps because they had been waiting too long, the injured patients were growing impatient, but there were no free doctors in the emergency room at the moment.

Tang Xi methodically took out bandages and antiseptic from her medical kit, checking and dressing each injury in turn. For the more serious ones, she directed patients to the triage desk for registration, fearing that a simple treatment might worsen their wounds.

Not far away, a gaze lingered on her, the man initially swept his eyes briefly over her, but his stare did not leave her for a long time.

The woman was bent slightly, wearing a white coat, with hair casually tied back revealing delicate earlobes, a face mask on, her skin very pale.

When suturing wounds she would wear glasses, ordinary and even a bit outdated black-framed ones, but on her face they added a tranquil and refined look.

She was earnestly stitching up a wound on a boy's leg, the boy crying, and she reached into her pocket to hand him a piece of candy; her expression was serious.

There were many injured people around her, and when she spoke, her tone was clear, gentle, and carried a stabilizing force.

Those patients also gradually calmed down from their anxiousness, seemingly placing their trust in her.

Fu Tingzhou slowly withdrew his gaze, the man leaning against the wall, his left hand lightly supporting his right arm, blood trickling from his fingertips, steadily dripping onto the pristine floor.

Xu Ze came running, out of breath, "Nobody's at the nurse station. This accident has paralyzed the entirety of Sanchun Road. This is the closest hospital, so all the injured have been brought here. Mr. Fu, please wait a bit longer, I've already contacted Dean Ning, and he is sending someone."

Fu Tingzhou's gaze swept over the injured patients in the emergency room. Apart from those with severe injuries who had been taken to the operating room for rescue, those with minor wounds were waiting outside. There were dozens of people, and he looked serious, "It's a mess, no need to trouble Dean Ning."

"But, Mr. Fu, your arm..."

A white medical kit was placed at Fu Tingzhou's feet, and the woman in the white coat approached. Fu Tingzhou smelled that familiar scent again, a mix of antiseptic that irritated his nerves.

Tang Xi took out bandages and disinfectant from the kit, not looking up as she was intent on helping more people quickly. She asked directly, "Where are you injured? Your arm? Can you roll up your sleeve? Can the arm move? Do your fingers have sensation? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous, and is there any other discomfort?"

Fu Tingzhou looked down slightly, startled while he began to remove his suit jacket, replying, "My fingers can feel, I was a bit dizzy at first, but not anymore."

Tang Xi, hearing the somewhat familiar male voice, raised her head.