After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 471 - 325:

In the evening, Jiang Wangyue reserved a private room at a Sichuan cuisine restaurant.

"This restaurant is owned by a friend of mine, everyone feel free to eat whatever you want to order."

About 10 colleagues were seated around a round table.

Jiang Wangyue had made arrangements in advance, "Gathering together, we can have a little drink; I’ve arranged for drivers, so if anyone drinks too much, the drivers will take you home directly."

A male colleague said, "Thank you, Director Jiang."

"Director Jiang’s arrangements are just perfect, let’s all toast to Director Jiang together."

At one colleague’s prompting, everyone raised their glasses.

Jiang Wangyue took a sip of wine and followed with some official remarks, roughly about hoping everyone would work well and get along in the future.

An hour later, everyone had nearly finished their meal.

There was a card table on the other side of the room, as well as sofas for resting.

A few people were playing cards there, while Tang Xi and Fang Yuan moved their chairs to chat by the window.

At that moment, Jiang Wangyue came over, "Is Tang Xi your name? It sounds nice."

Tang Xi nodded her head.

"Don’t you remember me?" Jiang Wangyue sat down beside Tang Xi, "A few days ago, at the subway station, my mother suddenly passed out, and it was you who came over to save her."

Tang Xi recalled the incident and revealed a smile.

So it was her.

"I just happened to be passing by at the time, how is your mother?"

"She’s fine, rested at the hospital for two days and then went home. I have hired a caregiver for her. Her examination results were just as you said, no major issues, just some neurological problems that led to her fainting. She also asked me to thank you, it was really fortunate you were there."

"I’m glad your mother is fine."

"Were you a doctor before? I’ve seen your entry information. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to pry; it’s just that I needed to understand the personal and family background of the employees when I took over as director. I saw there were many blanks in your file. Lan Ke mentioned that you did not graduate with a degree in design."

"Yes." Tang Xi nodded lightly, speaking softly to Jiang Wangyue, "I used to be a surgeon."

She did not explain why she switched careers to do design work, and Jiang Wangyue did not pursue the question further because she had seen Tang Xi’s design works. When she was about to take over as director, Lan Ke, the assistant to the former director, sent her some of the designers’ works from the design department.

She was immediately attracted by Tang Xi’s designs and thus remembered the name.

When she saw Tang Xi’s profile picture, she was surprised to find that it was the savior of her mother.

The dinner party didn’t break up until 10 p.m.

Having had a few drinks, Jiang Wangyue arranged for drivers to take them back home.

Tang Xi was ready to take a taxi.

Jiang Wangyue said, "Let my driver take you, we’ll go together."

Tang Xi wanted to say there was no need for the trouble.

But she couldn’t resist Jiang Wangyue’s insistence.

Jiang Wangyue opened the car door for her, her eyebrows gentle and smiling, "I brought you all out for dinner, so I must ensure you get home safely. It’s too late for you to take a cab now, I’d be worried."

Her words were very sincere.

Tang Xi, having taken a liking to her, thanked her and got into the car.

She gave an address, which was the main street in front of Longshan Villa.

Tang Xi wanted to take a cab by herself partly because she feared people discovering she lived in Longshan Villa. This location in North City was a well-known wealthy neighborhood, whereas she was just an ordinary person.

Jiang Wangyue didn’t ask further; she wasn’t fond of inquiring too much into other people’s private lives. She nodded and chatted casually with Tang Xi. About half an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop.

Tang Xi got out of the car and thanked Jiang Wangyue.

Watching the car leave, Tang Xi then turned and headed towards Longshan Villa.

This was the main road in front of Longshan Villa; a 10-minute walk would suffice.

But Tang Xi was wearing a pair of high heels today.

She had not walked far before the back of her foot began to sting from chafing.

The uphill journey made it even more difficult to walk.

It was now around 10:30 p.m., and the street was deserted on both sides.

Occasionally, there were a few people out walking their dogs at night.

Tang Xi sat down on a bench by the roadside after taking off her shoes and turned on her phone flashlight to inspect the chafed wound on her heel that was now red and broken.

She took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped it.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only occasional passersby walking their dogs and cars driving past. Tang Xi sat on the bench enjoying the night breeze; the wind in North City in October was getting cool.

She looked calmly into the distance, where the Long River was shimmering with ripples under the night breeze.

Buzz buzz, Tang Xi’s phone vibrated briefly.

It was a call from Yellow Jade.

"Sister Yellow, is something the matter?"

"It’s so late, why haven’t you come back yet, Miss?" Yellow Jade then whispered, "It’s the gentleman who asked me to check."

"Oh, I’m on Qingshan Road North, a few minutes away from the villa."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xi walked barefoot uphill.

Stepping barefoot on the ground, she tried to walk on the smoother parts of the road. Although it was uncomfortable underfoot, this was still more manageable than wearing high heels to climb uphill.

She walked with her head down, slowly, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of her. Tang Xi stepped aside, thinking it was someone walking their dog at midnight. So she moved to the side and waited for the person to pass by.

But the figure stopped right in front of her.

The shadow stretched long under the streetlight.

In the air, the evening breeze flowed, carrying the fresh scent of a man’s shower gel.

Tang Xi raised her eyes and found herself caught in Fu Tingzhou’s gaze.

The depths of his eyes were as dark as two tranquil, black seas, undisturbed. He looked at her for two seconds, then lowered his gaze to her bare feet on the filthy ground, the woman’s feet as white as porcelain.

In the night, they were startlingly eye-catching, and a shade of darkness slowly surfaced in Fu Tingzhou’s eyes.

Meanwhile, in her hand, she carried a pair of shoes.

Without asking, Fu Tingzhou knew the reason; he bent down, picked her up, turned around, and walked away.

As they passed by a roadside trash bin, he set her down, took the shoes from her feet, and tossed them in. Then he continued to carry her forward.

Tang Xi exclaimed with some reluctance, "Those were new shoes I just bought."

"If they don’t fit and cause blisters, then discard them," he said.

"New shoes tend to cause blisters, but they’ll become comfortable soon after," Tang Xi thought about breaking free from his embrace and rushing to the trash bin to rescue her shoes.

Fu Tingzhou looked down at her, catching a glimpse of the resentment on her face, "Tomorrow, I’ll have yellow jade buy you a new pair."

"But those were new too..." she had bought them while shopping with Fang Yuan. She mostly owned sneakers. Being frequently involved in patient emergencies at the hospital, she prioritized flat and comfortable footwear.

Now working in the office area, she needed to change her dressing style.

Fu Tingzhou carried her several more steps, saw her silent and seemingly unhappy, then set her down and said, "Wait here."

He turned and jogged back to the trash bin.

Two minutes later, Fu Tingzhou returned with the beige high heels he had discarded and then picked up again. At the moment her clear eyes revealed astonishment, he bent down once more to lift her up.

They made their way back to Longshan Villa.

-

To Tang Xi, Fu Tingzhou’s mood was unpredictable, sometimes good, sometimes bad.

Most of the time, he was calm and indifferent.

In this respect, he was the same as he was four years ago.

In the living room.

When they returned, yellow jade happily went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of bird’s nest, suggesting Tang Xi have it for beauty and health at night.

Tang Xi sat on the sofa, thanked her and took a few sips from the bowl.

Suddenly, a hand grasped and lifted her left foot.

Fu Tingzhou, clad in grey home clothes, knelt on one knee on the carpet, placing her foot on his knee and from a medical box, he took out a cotton swab and gently wiped her heel’s wound.

The sting of the alcohol made Tang Xi instinctively shrink back.

But Fu Tingzhou held on even tighter.

"Don’t wet it," Fu Tingzhou said while applying a bandage to her.

Tang Xi lowered her lashes, quietly glancing at Fu Tingzhou as he treated the wounds on both her feet. He then sat on the side and, when she glanced at him again, she saw he was browsing Weibo on his phone and had shared a post.

The air was silent.

Tang Xi started a conversation with a light cough, mentioning the dinner with colleagues that evening, hosted by the newly arrived director.

She just felt it was too quiet and should start a topic, without expecting Fu Tingzhou to say anything.

She anticipated Fu Tingzhou’s response to be a simple indifferent "Hmm."

But she heard the man’s slow and deep voice, "Jiang Wangyue is a very good designer, formerly from WS Studio. Her jewelry designs have a unique style, niche but also popular among many. She just returned to North City this month and accepted the invitation from Fu Family, just in time for a vacancy in the design department."

Tang Xi nodded.

She had browsed Jiang Wangyue’s work on the internet that morning and personally liked this style.

And she seemed to be easy to get along with.

"Um... thank you, for all these things these days, it’s been a bother to you," she said.

Fu Tingzhou put away his phone, his gaze locking onto her face, "Fair trade, mutual benefit."

Tang Xi’s face turned red immediately.

She hadn’t forgotten how she was ’tormented’ in his office a few days ago. When she walked out, Tang Xi noticed Lin Can wearing headphones... and his expression changed, looking at her with an all-knowing, gossip-filled face, as if to say he understood everything and had heard nothing.

He even maliciously made her cry out on purpose.

Tang Xi stood up, "I... I’ll head upstairs first."

Having said that, under his gaze, Tang Xi quickly made her way upstairs.

-

The next morning, at Fu Family’s house.

Fu Yuanshan descended from upstairs, as a person clad in black entered to report on some matters.

Upon hearing the report, Fu Yuanshan’s expression changed instantly.

His pupils even quivered.

"She’s still alive?"