Chapter 11 is about to be broken by him...

Chapter 11

Rong Weiyue was a step too slow. When she rushed into the duty room, she heard wails coming from inside. She was worried that Fu Linzheng was in danger, but to her surprise, it turned out that three men who were playing cards had fallen to the ground.

Just after Zhao Xin was beaten, some arrogant guy came out of nowhere and tried to punch him, but was immediately pinned to the ground. Two men next to him tried to rush up to help, but neither of them was a match for Fu Linzheng.

Rong Weiyue had witnessed firsthand how ruthless Fu Linzheng could be in a fight, so she quickly stopped him. Zhao Xin's nose was bleeding, and Fu Linzheng, with his long legs, sat down on the sofa, lifting him up from the floor like a fish, his dark eyes filled with malice.

"You like throwing other people's luggage, huh? How do you feel now?"

Zhao Xin felt dizzy until he saw Rong Weiyue next to him. Suddenly, he understood what was going on and burst out cursing, "So, you're this woman's boyfriend, aren't you? Damn it, having someone back you up makes you so great! She's the one who's been staying at my house and won't leave!"

Rong Weiyue said in a deep voice, "Zhao Xin, get this straight. You're the one who didn't pay the penalty and even threw away my rent. I recorded everything you said in here. You had no intention of paying me back, did you?"

Zhao Xin's face paled, and he glared fiercely at the two men, still stubbornly insisting, "What did I say? You're the one who damaged my furniture! Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'm calling the police! One of you is loitering in my house, and the other is causing trouble! You'll both be going to jail!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stern rebuke suddenly came from the doorway:

"Zhao Xin, are you crazy?! You still dare to cause trouble?!"

Zhao Xin was dumbfounded. He turned around and saw his boss, Yan Jiang, rushing in. When Yan Jiang saw Fu Linzheng, he quickly smiled apologetically and said, "President Fu, I'm late. I'm Yan, the manager of Linjiang Property in charge of this area. I'm sorry for the trouble. You said you could have just made a phone call, but you had to come all the way here in person..."

Mingheng is one of the property investors. Fu Linzheng's name is unattainable for them at the bottom. They usually don't even see him. He was stunned when he received a call from his superiors. He didn't know that someone under his command had caused such a big problem. He rushed over quickly.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xin on the head, lowering his voice: "Do you even know who this person is? You still called the police! Don't you want your job anymore?!"

When Yan Jiang revealed Fu Linzheng's identity, Zhao Xin was stunned, his face changing drastically. Yan Jiang angrily rebuked him: "I know everything you did. You cheated someone out of their breach of contract fee and threw their luggage out. This is illegal. It's a miracle they didn't call the police to arrest you first!!"

Zhao Xin hadn't expected Rong Weiyue to have such powerful backing. Terrified, his mind went blank, and he instantly backed down: "That was a misunderstanding. How could I possibly intend to deduct your pay? It's all a misunderstanding, young lady..."

"Quickly compensate them!!" Yan Jiang said.

Zhao Xin nodded quickly. At this moment, the lawyer that Fu Linzheng had called also arrived. Rong Weiyue explained the whole story and provided all the chat records from this period and photos of the house today. The lawyer said that she had sufficient evidence and that even if she had to go to court, she would most likely win. As for the wear and tear on the furniture, it was within the normal range of use and there was no need to pay compensation.

Zhao Xin was terrified of losing his job, so he apologized in a panic. When the lawyer asked Rong Weiyue for her opinion, she looked at Zhao Xin's pleading eyes and, considering their relationship as senior students, didn't want to push things too far. She said calmly, "I can choose not to sue, but I must get the compensation I'm owed."

Zhao Xin said he would pay immediately, but Fu Linzheng said coldly, "Also, pay all the previous expenses for repairing the toilet and the kitchen leak. Including the economic losses caused to my people today, not a penny can be missing."

It's rare to see this usually extravagant young master being so calculating.

Zhao Xin reluctantly agreed, filled with regret. He wished he had just paid the penalty for breach of contract in the first place...

After completing the transaction, Fu Linzheng asked Rong Weiyue, "Has everything arrived in the account?"

"Um."

Yan Jiang smiled apologetically: "President Fu, Miss Rong, this is all Zhao Xin's fault. We will handle it properly. Please contact me anytime if you have any further questions."

After the matter was resolved, Yan Jiang and the others saw them off. In the end, Zhao Xin was demoted and punished. He barely kept his job but had no further room for promotion. But that's another story.

Back in the car, Rong Weiyue was still in a daze, as if she were dreaming.

Unexpectedly, the housing problem that had troubled her for so long was solved just like that.

As Fu Linzheng got into the car, she looked at him with her amber eyes. Thinking about what he had done today, her heart skipped a beat, and she murmured, "Fu Linzheng, thank you... for helping me so much today."

Whether he gets angry at the proposal meeting or rushes over to beat someone up for her, Fu Linzheng seems to be just like he was in high school, always standing in front of her whenever she encounters trouble.

The man started the car and said casually, "It was nothing."

Rong Weiyue was still shaken: "I didn't expect him to have no bottom line at all. I was prepared to sue him."

"This kind of idiot bullies the weak and fears the strong. He thinks you're an easy girl to bully. He'll behave himself after being beaten once."

He messed up the little girl's luggage like that and made her cry; it's already a sign of restraint that he didn't beat her to a pulp.

Rong Weiyue looked at him: "Then you're not hurt, are you?"

"Are they my opponents?"

She said softly, "Anyway, thank you."

Fu Linzheng tore off a mint and popped it into his mouth. The words Zhao Xin had said at the door flashed through his mind. He said casually, "But why didn't your boyfriend come to help you? Where was he when you got into trouble? Did he chicken out?"

That's a nonsensical question. "What...boyfriend?"

He didn't say anything. She realized that Zhao Xin had told her colleagues that she had a boyfriend, so she explained, "I was afraid that Zhao Xin would harass me, so I lied and said that I had a boyfriend. I don't."

Fu Linzheng chewed on his candy and lazily turned his eyes away. "Oh, that's really unfortunate."

"..."

The car returned to the residential area, where the people Fu Linzheng had called had already packed Rong Weiyue's luggage. Fortunately, no major damage had occurred. All the luggage was carried downstairs, and the two of them walked last. Fu Linzheng said:

“I’ll find you a place to stay until we find a new place. Don’t overthink it. After all, once your hand has healed, we can’t delay the cooperation process.”

"No need, I've contacted my best friend. I'll move to her place for a few days first." She had already contacted Yin Lu when she returned.

He paused for a moment, then said nothing. "Have you found a new house yet?"

"Not yet, I'm looking into it now."

"oh."

Fu Linzheng stroked the Tide Ring, his tone languid: "You have to be careful when looking for a place to live. It has to be comfortable, reasonably priced, and convenient for commuting. The key is to find a good landlord. If you encounter someone like today, the consequences could be unpredictable."

He lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Don't you think so?"

Rong Weiyue, who was behind him, met his gaze, snapped out of her reverie, and nodded: "Mm..."

She thought again of Fu Linzheng's house that she had seen on her WeChat Moments.

That was her favorite set.

Compared to that, nothing else seemed to hold any appeal.

The man, hands in his pockets, strode down the stairs. Rong Weiyue's mind went blank for a moment: "Fu Linzheng..."

"What's wrong."

Um... can I rent your house?

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she suppressed them with reason and shook her head: "It's nothing."

He turned around, seemingly scoffing lightly, but didn't ask any further questions.

-

That evening, Rong Weiyue arrived at Yin Lu's apartment.

Yin Lu's family is relatively well-off. After she was admitted to this school, her parents helped her rent a one-bedroom apartment near the school. Yin Lu usually stays here during the week and goes home to her parents on weekends.

After dinner, Rong Weiyue received a call from her senior, He Wei. He Wei had heard about what happened that evening: "Weiyue, this is my fault for not negotiating properly. I was going to come back and talk to you, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Senior, it was your cousin who threw my luggage out of the house and withheld my money. Also, I couldn't contact you while you were away on a business trip. I've called you three times today."

"..." He Wei chuckled dryly, "It's all my brother's fault, don't be angry, I'll go over and apologize to you another day. By the way, my brother said you know Mingheng's heir? He was so protective of you today, you've never mentioned him before, what's your relationship?!"

"We were high school classmates."

"So what are you now?"

On the other end of the line, Rong Weiyue didn't want to say too much about the gossip, so she made an excuse and hung up.

Yin Lu took out the hot compress of Chinese medicine and led Rong Weiyue to sit on the sofa. "You should stay away from this person in the future. She's too unreliable. You shouldn't have trusted her in the first place."

Rong Weiyue nodded, picked up a silver tabby cat that Yin Lu was raising, and Yin Lu was applying a hot compress to her, still sighing, "It has to be Fu Linzheng, he not only backed her up but also beat her up, achieving the feat of being a hero twice in one day! I feel like he still has feelings for you."

Rong Weiyue lowered her expression: "Don't talk nonsense. He said it was just a small favor. He would have helped any of his classmates he knew before."

“Fu Linzheng is very righteous, but there are different kinds of help. Is helping by making a phone call the same as helping by rushing over to beat someone up for you? You even said he hates you. What kind of good person hates someone like that?”

Rong Weiyue was lost in thought until the cat swished its tail and rubbed against the back of her hand. She continued to feed it treats and said with her eyes downcast, "Maybe he said some harsh words back then, but we really don't have any relationship now."

Their circles are completely different, and they won't have much interaction outside of work. In fact, she will have a hard time contacting him again, even as his top boss.

Yin Lu: "No matter what, at least the issue of the penalty for breach of contract has been resolved. You can stay here with me without worry. You can move out when you find a new place. I really want to live with you."

Rong Weiyue nodded with a smile, saying how envious she was. This place was so cozy, convenient for commuting to work every day, and she could even keep a pet. This was her ideal life.

Yin Lu also likes this place very much. "I'm exhausted at school every day, but I feel alive again when I get home. By the way, have you really considered Fu Linzheng's house? I saw that Xia Qiantang was still posting on WeChat Moments tonight. It seems that it hasn't been rented out yet, and the rent has been lowered a bit."

"It's still not rented out?"

Yin Lu showed her the WeChat message, and Rong Weiyue was tempted again. Yin Lu then asked Xia Qiantang for information, and the other party said that no one wanted the dog. "The key is that Fu Linzheng has a dog at home and needs tenants to help take care of it. Some people can't accept this requirement."

Is his dog difficult to raise?

“It’s not difficult. Feeding the dog, taking it for walks occasionally, bathing it regularly, etc., are all paid for by Fu Linzheng. But many people find it troublesome and are unwilling to do it.”

Rong Weiyue was even more tempted after hearing this.

She loves dogs the most and isn't afraid of any trouble...

Xia Qiantang was also troubled: "Lvlu, if you know anyone who rents a house, please help promote it. Fu Linzheng said the price is negotiable, and he won't take back the house if the rent doesn't increase within three years."

"Okay." After hanging up the phone, Yin Lu tilted her head at Rong Weiyue: "Really not considering it? I want to get a dog!"

Rong Weiyue was torn and conflicted: "I...I'll think about it some more..."

She was very tempted, but her relationship with Fu Linzheng was delicate, and if money got involved, it might cause trouble.

But every day after that, she saw Xia Qiantang and Xia Sili posting rental information for Fu Linzheng's house on their WeChat Moments.

It's like constantly dangling dried fish in front of a hungry kitten, making your heart itch—it's too agonizing.

Meanwhile, the real estate agent, Xiao Liu, persisted in taking her to see apartments. The next day, she saw a two-bedroom apartment that she thought was acceptable in all aspects. She gritted her teeth and decided to settle on it, so as not to keep wavering and causing trouble for Yin Lu.

Two days later, the contract was signed. Qingyue Pavilion also won the bid to produce the accessories for "Frost and Snow Ballad". The production team sent the signing time. The employees all heard from Shu Jin about the proposal and were moved by the boss's persistence. They said that they would definitely work hard to make good accessories and make Qingyue Pavilion famous.

In the afternoon, before signing the rental contract, Rong Weiyue went to Mingheng Group to sign the props cooperation contract.

She arrived at the conference room, and soon the door was pushed open. The producer, director, props supervisor, and other leaders walked in. She stood up to greet them, and they were very warm and friendly to her. The director asked, "Ms. Rong, how is your tenosynovitis?"

The production team also sent medical compensation that day. "Thank you for your concern, director. I'm much better now. I apply hot compresses and plasters every day."

The director apologized again for what happened that day, "but it was through that extra round that we saw Miss Rong's love and dedication to filigree inlay, and we were deeply moved. You must take good care of your injury; your hands are worth a fortune."

Rong Weiyue smiled and agreed.

The two sat down, and the director said, "Wait a little longer, there are still people."

A minute later, the conference room door was pushed open, and Rong Weiyue looked up to see Fu Linzheng walking in.

The man was dressed in a rare dark gray suit today. The close-fitting fabric accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs. Two buttons of his white shirt were undone, the collar was casually open, and he was too lazy to tie his tie. He exuded a natural, roguish charm.

Even when she wore a suit, the words "refined and abstinent" never came to mind when she thought of Fu Linzheng.

After all, she had seen how terrifying he was before—on her side, in his arms, lying down, and being carried by him. The absolute size difference made him completely dominant, and he had done it all.

Finally, her waist was lifted up, and her long legs were placed on his shoulders. She felt the explosive power of his rapid opening and closing movements, and she felt like a little shrimp that was about to be broken by him.

Rong Weiyue was stunned to find him attending such a small signing ceremony.

The man sat down opposite her, his gaze first falling on her right hand, then on her dark blue cheongsam, her slender waist cinched by the fabric, her skin glowing white, her nose pert, her red lips and watery eyes, like an alluring ragdoll cat.

She stared blankly at him. Fu Linzheng glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppressed the itch, and said in a low, magnetic voice, "Let's begin."

The director handed her the contract and explained the basic process: "Our CEO, Mr. Fu, attaches great importance to this collaboration and has increased the cooperation amount from the original 3.5 million to 5 million."

Rong Weiyue was stunned. She had only been able to earn 10% when she tried to secure the cooperation, but she didn't expect the budget to be increased, which also meant that their profits had increased.

Fu Linzheng said, "Every investment Mingheng makes is worthwhile. I hope our products will be more refined and that every step will meet our requirements."

"no problem."

Fu Linzheng looked at her and said, "Where are your hands? Can you submit the preliminary design draft by the deadline? Don't force yourself if you don't have time. I can wait."

She paused for a moment, then said that she had been taking care of herself these past few days: "I'm much better now, and I can submit my manuscript."

After confirming everything was correct, both parties signed the contract. Everyone then enjoyed some tea and snacks while chatting. The producer smiled at Rong Weiyue and said, "Miss Rong, I've heard about you before. Professor Chen Rusheng asked someone to recommend you to me, and your father also contacted me, saying that you are very outstanding and that he can vouch for you."

The producer said that Rong Chengye had come to see him several times, showing him Rong Weiyue's college and high school works, saying that she was a very talented child and hoping that they would give her more consideration.

Rong Weiyue was stunned. Didn't he say he would never help her...?

"Of course, what really impressed us was your performance at the proposal meeting, which was admirable. Moreover, it is not easy for young people to be willing to pass on intangible cultural heritage."

She smiled and said, "I hope that through this TV series, more people will learn about filigree inlay."

"Yes, that's our wish too."

Afterwards, as everyone left the meeting room, Fu Linzheng's phone rang. He answered, "Yeah, you've finished swimming, right? Bring the snacks to the parking lot. They're in my office cabinet..."

After hanging up the phone, the producer saw the photos Fu Linzheng had collected: "Wow, your son? He's so cute!"

Fu Linzheng gave a faint smile and responded. The producer laughed, "I saw you bring him here before, he's so cute..."

Rong Weiyue, who was walking behind, was stunned.

What...son??

Fu Linzheng has a son?!

When did he have a child? Is he married? That can't be right, I've never heard anyone mention it before...

The other leaders went upstairs, while she, the chief director, and Fu Linzheng rode the elevator down together.

The director, who had just heard that, looked at Fu Linzheng in disbelief: "Mr. Fu, I didn't expect you to have a son?"

Fu Linzheng asked calmly, "What's wrong? Is something unusual?"

“That’s normal! I’ve never heard anyone mention it. With your looks, you’re the kind of girl many girls would like. Young people sometimes get married quite early when they meet someone they like,” he casually asked someone to agree. “Miss Rong, don’t you think so?”

Rong Weiyue nodded mechanically. The director sighed, "President Fu, you are so young and have achieved success in both your career and love life. It's truly enviable. I wish you and your wife a loving relationship and a happy family."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "Thank you, I appreciate your kind words."

Rong Weiyue was stunned.

He didn't deny it... so is it true...?

Rong Weiyue's head was buzzing. All her previous wild thoughts seemed like a joke. He was already married. What kind of person was his wife...?

Clutching the document, a strange bitterness welled up inside her. Watching the elevator descend, she just wanted to escape as quickly as possible. The director was still asking, "By the way, Mr. Fu, do you have any photos of your son to see? Producer Song just said he's very cute."

Fu Linzheng smiled lazily: "He's cute, but he's just like his mother. He's too picky about food and hard to raise."

He handed her his phone, which was right in Rong Weiyue's field of vision. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly; she didn't want to look but couldn't help herself. But when she glanced at it, she suddenly froze—

There was a puppy on the screen.

A white Maltese puppy.

Its ears were tinged with brown hair, and its eyes were big and black. It was lying on a bone doll, looking like a fluffy ball of cotton.

It looks a bit like...

The little dog they raised together after graduating from high school.

Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?

The director was dumbfounded: "Mr. Fu, are you saying your son is a puppy?"

Fu Linzheng lazily locked his phone screen. "Yes, I've raised it for several years, and we have a good relationship. It's just that its mother is very heartless. She abandoned her husband and child six years ago, leaving the two of us to depend on each other."

Rong Weiyue was stunned. Fu Linzheng leaned down to meet her bewildered gaze and asked leisurely:

"Miss Rong, tell me, isn't this kind of person going too far?"

Rong Weiyue: "..."