Chapter 16: He completely lost his rationality when facing Rong Weiyue…

Chapter 16

As soon as Fu Linzheng finished speaking, Rong Weiyue looked at him, her heart filled with surprise.

Did he buy the house in Heshengting in the last few months?

How could this be? He actually spent 26 million to buy this house, and then not long after, he wants to rent it out...

Fu Zecheng was shocked when he learned of this: "Heshengting? Isn't that a community outside the Fifth Ring Road? You have so many properties in the city center, why would you buy a house in the suburbs?"

Rong Weiyue saw the man opposite her lift his eyelids, and his dark eyes, which met her gaze, were intense, fiery, and unfathomable.

It was like an invisible hand gripping her heart, bringing a suffocating, bittersweet feeling and a trembling sensation.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she lowered her head and stroked her wine glass.

A few seconds later, a barely audible chuckle came from the other side, followed by a deep, husky voice: "The parking lot is nearby, just for convenient training."

Fu Zecheng gave him a thumbs up: "Fu Linzheng, you're awesome, you really have too much money to burn."

Xia Sili took a sip of his drink and sighed, "Isn't that how Zheng is? As long as he thinks it's worth it, he doesn't care what the price is."

Fu Linzheng lowered his head, his pinky ring trembling slightly. He tossed aside his wine glass, picked up a lighter and cigarette case from the coffee table, stood up, and uttered a single sentence:

"You guys have fun, I'm going back to my room."

The man walked out of the private room.

The entire room fell silent for a few seconds.

Fu Xiaoying was confused: "What's wrong with Brother Lin Zheng? He seems a little unhappy. Should I go check on him?"

Fu Zecheng grabbed her, "Don't make things worse..."

"I care about him."

Xia Sili: "Sister, I advise you not to go looking for trouble. He's in a bad mood right now, and he's keeping everyone at arm's length."

Fu Xiaoying silently shut her mouth.

Xia Qiantang changed the subject: "Alright, alright, let's continue."

The noise from the people and the music in the private room grew louder. Rong Weiyue silently lowered her eyes, looked at the cards in her hand, and her eyes dimmed.

...

The night outside was as dark as ink, the mountains and forests were silent under the cloak of darkness, and the wind blew through the treetops in gusts, bringing a chill.

The balcony door of the suite was ajar, and a cold wind howled through the night.

Outside on the balcony, Fu Linzheng sat hunched over.

The orange flame of the cigarette butt flickered with each breath, white smoke billowing into the air. The man rested his elbows on his knees, the spines of his neck clearly visible, his trench coat outlining his solitary figure.

Half an hour later, the balcony door of the suite was opened.

Xia Sili came out, wrapped his coat tighter, and gasped: "You're such a cold-blooded superman! Why do you have to sit here and smoke in this freezing weather?"

He pulled out a chair and sat down beside him. Fu Linzheng stubbed out his cigarette, his voice hoarse from the smoke: "It's over."

"Yeah, you left out of nowhere, and the atmosphere just died down. We sang a few songs and then said we were going back to rest."

Fu Linzheng smiled wryly: "I didn't realize I was that important."

"That's for sure, Young Master Fu. You're always the center of attention wherever you go. Everyone loves to hang out with you."

Fu Linzheng turned his eyes away, not responding to his words. Xia Sili sighed, "Still in a bad mood?"

Xia Sili lit a cigarette to dispel the vinegar smell in the air, and smiled helplessly:

"Is it really necessary to be this jealous over just one answer?"

It was rare to see this person act like this.

Whether on the field or in the turbulent business world, Fu Linzheng handles everything with ease, always decisive and spirited. But when faced with a certain name, he loses all reason.

Six years have passed, and there has been no improvement; in fact, the situation has worsened.

It's like a wound that will never heal, repeatedly torn open before it can scab over, festering deeper and deeper, causing pain that seeps into the bone marrow.

Fu Linzheng's dark eyes narrowed, and Xia Sili couldn't help but advise, "What does it mean to have the opposite sex you contact most frequently? I don't think there's any spark between Wei Yue and that guy surnamed Peng! If they really had feelings for each other, would it be your turn after six years? If they really had something going on, do you think Wei Yue would be here tonight?"

Fu Linzheng rubbed the tattoo on his wrist that had been washed off, his right hand trembling slightly.

Xia Sili sighed: "Zheng, you've been broken up for six years. The fact that you weren't involved in her past life is unchangeable. Don't let yourself get caught up in these meaningless emotions."

Since you can't control yourself, just do what you want to do and don't regret it.

The darkness above was boundless and endless.

Fu Linzheng gazed at the scattered lights at the foot of the distant mountain, remaining silent.

-

The gathering of eight people ended fifteen minutes ago.

Everyone went back to the hotel together. On the way back, Rong Weiyue didn't expect it to be so cold in the mountains at night. She wrapped her coat tighter, but the cold wind blew in from all directions, and with the help of alcohol, it felt like needles piercing her skin.

Back at the hotel, she was stiff with cold and her throat was itchy.

The four girls lived in a duplex suite. Rong Weiyue and Yin Lu slept on the first floor. After entering the room, Rong Weiyue coughed and went to turn on the heating. Her head was dizzy and throbbing.

She forced herself to go and boil water, then collapsed onto the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket tightly over her body.

Yin Lu walked over: "Baby, I didn't bring any cold medicine either. What should we do? Are you feeling really unwell?"

Rong Weiyue sneezed, her voice hoarse: "It's nothing, I'll just drink some hot water..."

"Your health is too weak," Yin Lu asked with concern. "Should we go to the clinic in the mountains to get checked out?"

"No need, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

She was used to it. During college, she was always in poor health and often got sick. She didn't have much money, so she wouldn't go to the doctor unless it was too serious. She would just buy some cold medicine, drink more hot water, and tough it out for a week.

One winter night, she was working a part-time job with a fever. On her way home, she felt so bad that she fainted from the fever. When she woke up, she was already in the hospital. The doctor said that a kind lady had brought her there. When they called her emergency contact in her phone, the number was switched off. "Did you send someone to the hospital to keep you company?"

She looked down at the number Fu Linzheng had saved, her eyes slightly moist, and gently shook her head: "No, I'm all alone."

Inside the room, water was boiling. Yin Lu poured a glass, added some mineral water, and handed it to Rong Weiyue. Rong Weiyue took it and drank a few sips, then held the glass absentmindedly. Yin Lu asked softly, "What's wrong? Is something on your mind?"

"……No."

"I've seen you spacing out several times tonight, and you still won't admit it in front of me?" Yin Lu asked. "Is it because of Fu Linzheng?"

Rong Weiyue's gaze followed the slight sway of the water's surface, her lips moving but she remained silent.

She couldn't quite explain it; she didn't know exactly how she felt, only that her heart felt heavy.

What kept swirling in her mind were the questions Fu Linzheng had answered, and the way he had looked at her that evening.

Yin Lu hugged her knees and looked at her: "Did you notice that his mood changed after you mentioned Peng Qingshi tonight? I think he was jealous."

"Besides, that house thing is really strange. Why would he buy a house in the suburbs? Do you think it's because he wants to rent it to you..."

The guess in Rong Weiyue's mind was stirred up again, but was quickly suppressed by reason: "Didn't Fu Linzheng say that it was for the convenience of training?"

"Yueyue, but I feel that Fu Linzheng still treats you quite specially. He helped you with so many things before, I don't believe you didn't feel it. Why don't you believe it?"

The water in my hand gradually burned my heart.

Rong Weiyue lowered her head, and after a few seconds spoke with difficulty: "Yin Lu, do you think that someone who got close to you and pursued you because of a bet, and said 'it doesn't matter how long or short a relationship is, as long as you're happy,' will still be very special to you when you meet again six years after you broke up?"

Yin Lu was slightly taken aback.

Rong Weiyue said with a faint self-deprecating smile: "Back in high school, Fu Linzheng wanted to add me because he told his friends that there was no girl he couldn't add. Later, they bet on whether Fu Linzheng could win me over within two months. Maybe all along, his desire to win me over has been more about competitiveness and conquest."

That day, Rong Weiyue was practicing the piano in the school's music room. She finished early and went downstairs, where she overheard Fu Linzheng chatting with his friends. One of the boys was teasing her:

"Brother Zheng, you're always hanging around Goddess Weiyue, but has she even given you a second glance? I bet you're going to lose the bet to win her over in two months. I'm getting ready to get a new phone, hahaha."

Fu Linzheng laughed and kicked him: "You're happy too soon? It hasn't even been two months yet!"

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips: "Someone as outstanding as me, who wouldn't I be able to win over?"

That day, Rong Weiyue stood against the corner wall for a long time.

A chill crept up from her feet to her back, freezing the little flower that had just begun to bloom in her heart to death.

Later that weekend, on Halloween, her friends organized a trip to the amusement park. Fu Linzheng didn't expect to invite her out, but she brought Peng Qingshi along that day. Her friends were shocked. Rong Weiyue looked at Fu Linzheng's dark face and smiled faintly: "Didn't you say you'd bring whoever you wanted to bring? We originally wanted to come to the amusement park too."

She retaliated in a very childish way.

That day, she only spoke to Peng Qingshi the entire time, until it was time to ride the carousel. Fu Linzheng suddenly pulled her away, questioning her uncontrollably. Rong Weiyue smiled coldly:

"Fu Linzheng, you don't actually think I'd like you, do you? Don't be so presumptuous. You don't like just anyone."

That day, Fu Linzheng watched as her eyes grew redder and redder, and a few seconds later he curled his lips and threw the bag in his hand into the trash can.

The things that fell out were a parasol, mosquito repellent, mosquito repellent patches, snacks prepared for her, and a Halloween cat headband bought for her.

The moment she saw it, her nose suddenly stung with tears.

She couldn't figure out what kind of person Fu Linzheng really was.

As the eldest son of a top-tier wealthy family, he was confident and arrogant, and could get anything he wanted. At that young and naive age, she couldn't tell how much of his surging and turbulent emotions were genuine.

Although he continued to pursue her after losing the bet, this incident planted a seed of insecurity in her heart, which later erupted along with other events.

She didn't know if she was embracing him or a fog. What if Fu Linzheng won her over but then grew tired of her after the initial infatuation wore off? She didn't want to become the girl she first met, the one who invited him to her birthday party, so humble and pitiful in front of him.

Rong Weiyue coughed until tears welled up in her eyes, a surge of bitterness rising in her heart, her voice choked softly: "Yin Lu, I don't think I'm anything special. Six years have passed, and I dumped him like that back then. What do I have that he would still miss? I don't believe he would still like me..."

From childhood to adulthood, she rarely received any affirmation from her parents. She always told herself that if many things were destined to be lost, she would rather have never had them at all, so that she wouldn't feel so bad.

Just like Fu Linzheng to her.

She didn't even have the courage to gamble on his sincerity.

Yin Lu felt sorry for her and hugged her, "Yueyue, you're not bad at all, you're really wonderful, don't talk about yourself like that..."

Rong Weiyue wiped away her tears and smiled faintly: "I'm fine, I guess I was a little emotional after drinking."

She felt cold. "I want to lie down and sleep."

"Okay, lie down quickly."

Yin Lu covered her with a blanket and went to take a shower. When she came back, she saw Rong Weiyue curled up in a ball on the bed, her face pale. She went over and touched her forehead, which was burning hot.

"Weiyue, do you have a fever?"

Rong Weiyue mumbled, "I'm fine..."

"How can you say you're fine when you have a fever?!"

Yin Lu went upstairs to find Xia Qiantang. Xia Qiantang came downstairs and saw the situation. She said she would call Fu Zecheng, who was a doctor, to take a look. "Lu Lu, give Wei Yue some hot water. I'll go ask if there's any medicine. I didn't bring any with me."

"good."

Xia Qiantang went out, and five minutes later she returned with Fu Zecheng, carrying a quilt, a large bag of cold medicine, and duck-shaped hand warmers.

Yin Lu helped Rong Weiyue up, surprised: "Where did you get this?"

"It was... given to me by the front desk."

Fu Zecheng examined Rong Weiyue and said she had caught a cold. He gave her some cold medicine and put on a heat pack.

She thanked him and lay down. Fu Zecheng said he would come to see her again in two hours and that they could communicate anytime if there was any problem.

After a while, Xia Qiantang walked out of the room and met the person at the corner of the corridor: "Don't worry, Weiyue has taken her medicine. I've prepared a blanket and a heat pack for her."

Fu Linzheng lowered his eyelashes and handed over the brewed longan and red date tea. In the dimly lit corridor, his expression was unclear.

"She doesn't eat ginger, so let her drink this to warm her up."

"good."

Fu Linzheng handed over the thermometer he had brought, his voice hoarse: "Please take her temperature every hour. She doesn't like to drink water when she has a fever, so you need to supervise her. If she gets a rash, tell her not to scratch it and wipe her with a cool towel. If her fever goes up to 38 degrees or higher, call me and I'll take her down the mountain."

"Okay, don't worry."

Xia Qiantang turned to leave, but couldn't help asking, "Do you want to go in and see her yourself?"

Fu Linzheng leaned against the wall, his body shrouded in shadow.

The night light streamed in through the window, blurring his solitary figure.

A few seconds later, suppressing the pain seeping from his very bones, he spoke in a hoarse voice:

"No need, she probably doesn't want to see me. Please take care of her."

Xia Qiantang softly said "okay".

Back home, Xia Qiantang gave Rong Weiyue some longan and red date tea.

The alcohol kept churning in her stomach, making her feel extremely nauseous. She couldn't take it anymore and went to the bathroom to vomit once, which finally eased the dizziness a bit.

She lay back on the bed, her thoughts once again lost in a fog.

She had a dream.

Her dream was fragmented; she was in a time machine, returning to New Year's Eve when she was seven years old.

That night, many relatives came to the house. In the living room, her father, Rong Chengye, said that he had prepared New Year's gifts for her, her sister, and her brother.

The younger brother had a toy race car. Then Rong Chengye took her and her sister to a room. He opened the door and found a beautifully decorated music room. He took out a violin and asked Rong Weiyue if she liked it. The introverted girl couldn't help but nod happily. A relative joked with a smile, "Xiaoyue, your dad said that if you perform a talent, he will give you the violin."

Rong Weiyue blushed, but she still tried her best to sing a song and dance, making everyone laugh and chatter. Rong Chengye smiled helplessly.

“Look at her, she’s willing to do anything related to the violin. She can’t stay in the workshop for even half an hour, she’d rather turn around and run away.”

Xiao Weiyue smiled expectantly, and Rong Chengye said with a smile, "However, I only bought one violin, which is for my sister. What I gave you is a violin model."

Rong Chengye handed over a violin music box.

She froze.

"I promised to buy this violin for Qingqing a long time ago. Qingqing got a perfect score on her final exams this time, and she also studied filigree inlay very diligently. Rong Weiyue, think about it yourself, are you as obedient as your sister? So from now on, your sister will practice the violin in the music room first, and you can only play with this music box for now."

As her relatives laughed, at that moment, Rong Weiyue's self-esteem, along with all her expectations, shattered like a crystal ball falling from a great height.

She had been waiting for this for so long. Her eyes were red as she looked at Rong Chengye and said, "If you didn't want to give it to me, why did you lie to me?"

Her relatives laughed and comforted her, saying, "It's okay, Yueyue. The fake violin is fine too, it's very cute."

She raised her voice: "You can't lie to me!"

Rong Chengye's expression changed slightly. "Shout again? You've gotten so bold, you dare to throw a tantrum? Just because of you, I know I was right not to buy you a piano!"

The older sister, Rong Siqing, quickly pulled Rong Weiyue aside: "It's alright, I'll give the violin to my younger sister, we can use it together."

She tossed the music box onto the sofa, her lips tightening into a grimace: "Give it to someone else, I don't want anything!"

She ran into the room, hugged her knees and huddled at the foot of the bed. As soon as she lowered her head, large tears fell onto her knees.

Soon Rong Siqing came in and gently coaxed her, "Don't cry, Yueyue. How about I give you the violin? Daddy gave it to me, and you can play it too."

Rong Weiyue sobbed, "Sister, I... I don't necessarily want that violin... but he clearly knew I liked it very much... If he didn't intend to give it to me, why did he lie to me..."

Her biggest dream was to have a music room and a violin, so why did it fill her with such anticipation only to leave her disappointed...?

Rong Siqing wiped away her tears. There was a loud knocking at the door; it was Rong Chengye calling for her to open it. Her mother's voice, grumbling about her husband, also came in: "Why were you teasing the child like that? Do you know she likes the violin…?"

Rong Chengye was angry: "Did I say I wouldn't buy it for her? I was just advising her to behave better. Look at her attitude! It's Chinese New Year and there are so many relatives here, and she still gave me the cold shoulder!"

A relative came over and said, "The child is all grown up now and has a temper. You can't tease her. Yueyue, you bought a piano, so you have to be obedient like your sister. You can't be so rude to your father."

Xiao Weiyue curled up in a ball, silently shedding tears. Rong Chengye knocked on the door: "Rong Weiyue, before I completely lose my temper, you better come out right now. You've turned on me over a violin. I think I've spoiled you too much!"

Later, her mother brought the key to open the door, and her father dragged her out.

As she sat back down on the sofa, her relatives offered her snacks, saying, "Yueyue, you must be obedient and sensible when you grow up."

The music box was returned to her hands, and the topic was quickly moved on.

The air was filled with laughter and joy, and the Spring Festival Gala was in full swing. Outside the window, snowflakes were still falling heavily. She looked down at the music box spinning in her hand, as if she were isolated from the bustling world.

...

In the room, Rong Weiyue lay on the bed, clutching the blanket tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Xia Qiantang and Yin Lu, confused, asked with concern, "Wei Yue, are you alright?"

Rong Weiyue closed her eyes and shed tears.

It's as if I'm always trapped in a cage.

Xia Qiantang gently patted her back to lull her to sleep. After a long while, her tears slowly stopped.

She was so tired that she fell asleep.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

Yin Lu and Xia Qiantang took turns caring for him. Around 1 a.m., Fu Zecheng came over to check on him and said that his fever had subsided, which relieved them.

Walking into the living room, Xia Qiantang saw a message from Fu Linzheng from ten minutes ago: [Has your fever subsided? What's your current temperature?]

She replied: "The fever has subsided, don't worry."

She added, "I don't know if she had a nightmare, but she cried for a long time just now. She doesn't seem to be in a good mood tonight."

In the dark room, Fu Linzheng sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked at the message, his eyes gradually becoming deep and confused, his throat dry.

-

After the fever subsided, Rong Weiyue slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When she woke up the next day, her headache had cleared up a bit, and she felt less uncomfortable.

She sat up, her stomach still warm. She took out the hand warmer and saw that it had a cute little duck design.

She was stunned for a moment.

Fu Linzheng bought her this hand warmer when she was in high school. Back then, she was always cold in winter, and Fu Linzheng would always keep one in his bag.

Was it given to me by Fu Linzheng...?

Yin Lu, who was in the next bed, turned over and was still asleep.

Rong Weiyue got out of bed and covered her with a blanket, then went to wash up. Around eight in the morning, Xia Qiantang and Yin Lu woke up to find Rong Weiyue already working. Shocked, they asked if she was alright. Rong Weiyue shook her head and smiled faintly at them.

"Thank you both for taking care of me last night. I'm sorry for troubling you. And Tangtang, thank you for the jujube tea and the hand warmer."

Xia Qiantang blinked, "Actually, that was..."

"What?"

Thinking of the instructions, she shook her head, smiled, and patted her head: "It's nothing, why are you being so polite with me?"

Rong Weiyue smiled faintly.

Yin Lu took the two of them by the arm. "Let's go, let's go have breakfast. I'm starving. Yueyue, you need to eat something to replenish your energy."

Fu Xiaoying was still sleeping. The three of them went out first and were walking towards the elevator when Fu Linzheng and Hu An also came out.

Rong Weiyue looked up and met Fu Linzheng's gaze.

His eyes were slightly dark, and his face looked tired.

It's like I didn't sleep well last night.

A ripple of emotion stirred within her.

Hu An asked, "Wei Yue, I heard you had a fever last night? Are you feeling any better today?"

"I'm much better. I got drunk last night and caught a cold, so I felt a bit unwell."

"Can we still go hiking today?"

"It should be fine."

"Okay, there's another performance ticket at the top of the mountain. Ah Zheng, you can buy an extra one later."

Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng looked at each other. The elevator doors opened, and the man responded indifferently before turning his eyes away.

So in the morning, the group continued their journey to the mountaintop.

The weather was sunny and the road was flat. Rong Weiyue was in good physical condition. Everyone had lunch at a farmhouse and then went down the mountain in the afternoon.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone was reluctant to part, saying they would meet again next time. Rong Weiyue and Yin Lu still rode home in Fu Linzheng's car.

After Yin Lu got off the bus midway, only Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng remained on the bus.

Fu Linzheng turned up the temperature and said, "If you're sleepy, take a nap."

"Um……"

Then the car remained silent the entire way.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and she didn't know what to say.

Perhaps this is the state they should maintain between each other.

Back at Heshengting in the evening, as soon as the door opened, Huhu jumped around excitedly. Fu Linzheng picked it up and said, "Are you hungry? I'll make you some food."

He went to cook something, while Rong Weiyue went to add water to Hu Hu's water dispenser.

After she finished, she went to the kitchen. Fu Linzheng was making spaghetti, and said casually with his eyes downcast, "It's cooking right now. Do you want me to cook you some?"

She looked over and said, "It's okay, I'll cook something else myself later."

She had no appetite and really couldn't eat.

Fu Linzheng's expression hardened slightly, and he remained silent.

After dinner, Fu Linzheng went out for a while, leaving her at home alone to draw design drafts.

The next morning, she was having breakfast in the restaurant when Fu Linzheng pushed his luggage out of the bedroom.

She was slightly taken aback. Fu Linzheng went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of milk, and walked over, his voice calm and even:

"I'm going to train out of town. I'll have to trouble you to take care of Hu Hu from now on."

She paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

The man lifted the suitcase handle: "I just bought too much stuff last night, it's in the fridge. If you're not going to eat it, can you get rid of it for me?"

"……good."

Fu Linzheng left.

After Rong Weiyue finished eating, she washed the dishes, opened the refrigerator, and found fresh vegetables and meat, a whole box of cherries and strawberries, and a box of green orange cake.

She paused, a ripple of emotion stirring in her eyes.

She closed the refrigerator door and saw Hu Hu lying sullenly at her feet.

She bent down and touched it, lowering her eyelashes: "Are you unhappy because Dad is gone?"

The little dumpling whimpered and rested its chin on the floor.

For the next two days, she and Fu Linzheng were out of contact.

She goes to her studio during the day, and when she comes back in the evening, she cooks dinner for herself and Huhu, and then takes Huhu for a walk downstairs.

The little guy gradually grew closer to her, but because Fu Linzheng wasn't there, he wasn't as lively as usual.

She didn't know how long Fu Linzheng would be away for training or when he would return.

She wasn't qualified, nor did she know how to ask.

She slowly devoured the fruit and cakes in the refrigerator.

Three days later, one evening after dinner, she wanted to practice her violin, but found that she couldn't find it.

When she moved in, she packed her zither and all her sheet music into a box, but now the box is nowhere to be found.

She searched the living room but couldn't find it.

After hesitating for a long time, she hurriedly sent a message to Fu Linzheng: [Excuse me, have you seen one of my cardboard boxes? My violin is inside.]

She continued searching, and five minutes later, her phone vibrated.

She picked it up immediately and saw the message on the other end:

[The one closest to the pool.]

Huh? What?

She walked over in confusion, and Hu Hu followed beside her, wiggling its bottom. She saw a room with the door closed, but a key was stuck in the door.

Rong Weiyue turned the key in confusion, pushed open the door, turned on the light, and looked inside. Suddenly, she froze—

It was a very cozy room inside.

The interior is decorated in a light, warm wood tone, with the light diffused by a soft light diffuser, casting a soft, milky yellow glow on the carpet and bookshelves.

The neon lights outside the window were swallowed by the night. As the long gray carpet was laid out, a sofa was placed in front of the French windows, with a white wool blanket on it. The bookshelf stood quietly against the wall, with the sheet music and music textbooks that she had originally packed in cardboard boxes neatly arranged on it. The various certificates and trophies she had won for violins were also displayed in the glass case as if they were being cherished.

Huhu ran inside and rolled around on the carpet. On the carpet were a piano chair and a music stand, and on the shelf next to it was the violin that Fu Linzheng had once given her.

The soft, orange-yellow light shone down.

The string of English words on the piano shone brightly, like the moon in the night.

Unexpectedly, this is how it is inside. Rong Weiyue's gaze froze, her mind blank.

She froze, looked around, and couldn't help but ask Fu Linzheng, "This room is...?"

Two minutes later, the phone vibrated.

She picked up the message and froze, seeing the man's reply, which still had that same indifferent tone:

There's an empty room in the house, which we've prepared as a music room for you.