After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me Chapter 11 - 11 11 My surname is Tang my name is Tang Xi

11: Chapter 11: My surna is Tang, my na is Tang Xi.

11: Chapter 11: My surna is Tang, my na is Tang Xi.

The man who wanted to divorce her and stood her up was actually here.

Tang Xi took out a pair of scissors from the dicine box and cut open his sleeve, looking at the shocking wound, the woman slightly frowned.

On the side, Xu Ze cautiously asked, “Doctor, how is Mr.

Fu, is the injury serious?”

“It didn’t reach the bone.” Tang Xi lowered her eyes, disinfected the wound, applied dicine, and spoke lightly, “The wound is quite long, it needs stitching.

My stitching skills are average, I will call another doctor over.” Saying so, she was about to leave.

“Other patients are okay, but not when it cos to ?” His voice was calm as he asked, but it carried an invisible pressure.

Fu Tingzhou grabbed her wrist, “Or is it that you don’t want to.”

“Mr.

Fu is honorable, my skills are poor and not up to the mark.” Tang Xi said, calmly breaking free from his wrist.

“So you do know who I am, I thought, you were going to continue pretending not to recognize .” Fu Tingzhou looked at her, his dark eyes flashed waves, and he uttered her na, “Su Xi”

From beginning to end, her tone was cold and unrecognizing.

This woman, he had only t a few tis, but the feeling she gave him was complex and familiar.

It was then Xu Ze understood, so it was Miss Su the Second, no wonder she looked sowhat familiar.

Tang Xi took a deep breath, lifted her head to et Fu Tingzhou’s eyes, with a very official smile she responded, “Mr.

Fu, you still have wounds on your hand, my stitching skills are not good and might not match your status.

I also have other patients needing my attention…”

At that mont, a female doctor passed by.

“Oh dear, Little Tang, you’re too modest.

Last month at the departnt’s stitching contest, you took first place.”

Tang Xi ‘ah’ed, and awkwardly smiled at the female doctor, “Sister Sun, aren’t you on a break today?”

“A phone call and here I am,” Sister Sun said to Fu Tingzhou, “Don’t underestimate our Doctor Tang because of her young age, but her skills are absolutely top-notch, rest assured.”

The air lapsed into a brief silence.

Xu Ze also sensed this awkwardly dead silence and stepped back two steps.

Beneath the mask, Tang Xi’s face blushed, about ten seconds later, the man coldly sneered, breaking this awkward atmosphere.

Tang took out the needle and thread and began stitching, the man kept silent from beginning to end.

She, on the other hand, was not so calm, seeing the wound on the man’s arm, her fingers slightly trembled, and the needle also lightly tugged.

Fu Tingzhou’s thin lips curled into a faint cold smile, “Indeed, not very skilled.”

Tang Xi, “…..”

After finishing the stitching, she packed up the dical box ready to leave, but Fu Tingzhou stopped her by the wrist, she lifted her gaze, eting the man’s dark and deep eyes, Tang Xi bit her lip, “Let go.”

The man stared at her, his dark eyes flashed a cold light, “Your last na is Tang?”

She caught her breath, “Um…”

“What is your na?”

Tang Xi clenched her teeth, composed and firm, she took on his words, and when she said her own na, she felt an unexpected sense of release, “My na is Tang Xi.”

This was the first ti, she told him her own na.

She is not called Su Xi, she’s called Tang Xi.

If she was going to be found out anyway, it didn’t matter.

This marriage was neither loving nor voluntary, he was bound to know of her existence sooner or later, she just didn’t expect that this man would end up being her brother-in-law, Tang Xi also did not intend to deliberately hide it.

However, she felt that they were about to divorce soon, there was no need to ntion it.

When the ti cos, being known by the Su family people wouldn’t be beneficial to her anyway.

“If your last na is Tang, why didn’t you object when I called you Su Xi?”

Unexpectedly, Tang Xi saw no other emotion at the bottom of the man’s eyes.

In that mont, Tang Xi understood.

She realized that perhaps Fu Tingzhou never even knew the na of his wife whom he had never t.

To a favored son of heaven like Fu Tingzhou, she was nothing but a burden his dying mother pushed onto him before he set off quickly for England, imdiately forgetting who she was.

“We are not even close…

nas are just symbols anyway…” Tang Xi looked into Fu Tingzhou’s eyes, her voice hoarse and sour…

She secretly ridiculed herself, feeling pathetically hopeful when she had just ntioned her na, hoping that he might show so reaction upon hearing it.

Tang Xi found it both ridiculous and pitiful.

He didn’t even know his own na.

He didn’t want to know, disdained to know.

Turning around and picking up the dicine box, she had been squatting for too long, and typically suffering from anemia and low blood sugar, she felt sowhat dizzy.

She staggered a few steps, feeling a buzzing in her ears.

Everything before her eyes turned pitch black, and Tang Xi slowly collapsed.

Xu Ze shouted, “Miss Su Xi—”

Fu Tingzhou saw the slender figure of the woman slowly falling, and he quickly stepped forward.

A similarly white figure was one step ahead of him and caught Tang Xi.

Cheng Yunlang held her, “Tang Xi, Tang Xi are you alright?”

Tang Xi raised her hand to rub her forehead, “I’m fine, thank you, Senior Cheng.”

Cheng Yunlang looked at her with concern, “You’re too exhausted, take so rest.”

“I’m already fine.” Tang Xi, not liking the touch of strangers, politely took a step back and pushed Cheng Yunlang away, “Doctor Cheng, since you are here, I will go back to my departnt to rest.”

Fu Tingzhou watched this scene, the woman relying on the man’s embrace, the man’s eyes gradually turning colder.

Xu Ze said, “It seems to be the young master Su, should we go over and greet him?”

Fu Tingzhou had already turned around, walking away briskly with a displeased expression.

Tang Xi returned ho in the evening, tired after a day’s work.

After sorting out recent patient dical records she went to take a shower, suddenly rembering that today was supposed to be the day she would divorce Fu Tingzhou.

She took out her phone.

Tang Xi composed a text ssage, “I agree to the divorce, don’t want any of your property, you set the ti.”

Fu Tingzhou, just out of the shower, saw the ssage and snorted coldly, no property?

The words coming from such a covetous person were simply ridiculous.

Using tricks again, playing hard to get, thinking that by pretending to be weak and pitiful he wouldn’t divorce her?

Asking for nothing, this kind of woman clearly wanted more.

He replied with a terse, “You better be.”

Fu Tingzhou tossed his phone onto the table, stood up, and walked restlessly towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He looked out at the night-shrouded North City.

His brow furrowed deeply.

Three years ago, had his mother not forcefully arranged this marriage while critically ill, he would have never married her.

A plain orphan girl, sohow forced his mother into such a request on her deathbed, he despised this arrangent, and even more so resented such a scheming woman.

He had seen too many such vain won, rely approaching him for his money.

Such a woman, still unworthy of being his wife, Fu Tingzhou’s wife.