Chapter 42 "Tonight, there's no way to avoid overdoing it."...

Chapter 42

Outside Zhengyue Tower, snow was falling heavily, the lake surface was frozen into a jade mirror, and the jade trees and branches stood tall in the cold wind. It was as if a simple ink painting had been painted between heaven and earth. The buildings on the opposite bank were not clearly visible, only the outlines of snow white and light gray were left.

Large snowflakes swirled and fell, covering the umbrella with a thin layer of white. Rong Weiyue nestled in Fu Linzheng's arms, and hearing his words, her heart softened and ached.

How could he possibly forget her birthday?

Just like that year on her eighteenth birthday, he worked tirelessly to compete and rushed back to China overnight, just to be by her side.

Whether it was six years ago or now, his flight has never been delayed. Whenever she looks up, she can see him coming towards her against the wind and snow.

Seeing her teary eyes and red nose, Fu Linzheng reached out and wiped away her tears, a smile spreading across his lips: "Why are you crying like this? Are you so moved?"

Rong Wei looked up at him, her soft, muffled sob like a kitten's: "They've all told me the story of Zhengyue Tower, and I saw the letter you gave me back then..."

Fu Linzheng laughed, "I knew you'd cry when you found out."

"I'm sorry, I only found out now..."

“Fool, it’s not too late to know now,” Fu Linzheng looked at her intently. “Anyway, no matter how long it takes, I can wait.”

Rong Weiyue's eyes reddened, and she hugged him even tighter. After a while, Fu Linzheng couldn't help but kiss her cheek, looked into the building, and raised an eyebrow to tease her: "Rong Weiyue, the teachers are still here. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Hmm..."

It's all her fault for getting too excited QAQ...

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly pulled away from his embrace. Fu Linzheng smiled and handed her the ice cream cone he was holding.

"Let's go in and say hello first. I'll tell you about the rest tonight, okay?"

"good……"

Fu Linzheng led her into the building and greeted the teachers. The little cat was still shyly wiping away her tears. Fu Linzheng smiled and hugged her even tighter, his eyes full of doting affection: "I'm sorry, I gave my wife a little surprise. She was a little excited."

School leaders: Is one building really a small surprise?!

Seeing them get back together, everyone was happy for them and joked, "Getting married really makes a difference. This is the first time we've seen Lin Zheng so happy; his happiness is overflowing."

Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Of course I'm happy to marry Yueyue."

Rong Weiyue's eyebrows curved into crescents, and everyone said they were touched by her sweetness. The director of the Academic Affairs Office smiled and said, "You two were quite the celebrities in school back then. Although you were in a relationship early, your grades were among the best. We couldn't control you even if we wanted to. We never expected that you would be separated for a few years after graduation. Fortunately, you came back together after many twists and turns. This is what you call fate."

Bing Feng joked with his teachers, "Look, this proves that my prediction about marriage was prophetic! I was right!"

"You were right!!"

Fu Linzheng said with a helpless sarcasm, "What you said back then was like stabbing me in the heart."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Lin Zheng and Wei Yue, I wish you a happy marriage and a long and happy life together. Don't forget to invite your teachers to the wedding."

Rong Weiyue smiled and agreed. Fu Linzheng's lips curled up: "Of course, all the teachers are witnesses."

Since both of them were present, the vice principal took out a donation commemorative book and asked them to sign it. Rong Weiyue took the pen and wrote her name together with Fu Linzheng on the gold-embossed page.

This time, their names were truly written together.

They took a group photo on site, and the two of them also took a separate photo. The teacher sent the photo to their phones. In the photo, Rong Weiyue wore a light blue patterned cheongsam, with a warm white wool shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was tied into a low bun with pear blossom tassel hairpins, like frost in winter, elegant and gentle.

Her eyebrows and eyes curved like the bright moon. Fu Linzheng held her hand beside him. His gray-black coat outlined his tall figure. His face was handsome and upright. His usually sharp eyebrows and eyes were unusually gentle.

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh, "It's really beautiful, isn't it?"

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "Don't you even know who you're dealing with?"

From graduation photos to wedding photos, and now to commemorative photos.

For the rest of his life, he could hold her hand again in every photograph.

Before leaving, Bing Feng told Rong Weiyue something: "Did you know that during the school anniversary celebration last month, Lin Zheng came back and donated another building?"

Rong Weiyue remembered hearing everyone mention it before the class reunion dinner. Bing Feng pointed to the open space next to Zhengyue Tower and smiled:

"The address is right next to this Zhengyue Building. Last month, Lin Zheng called us and said that it was a donation in the joint name of you two and had even chosen a name, Chaoxi Building."

tidal……

Something occurred to her, and her heart stirred with emotion. Just as she was lost in thought, Fu Linzheng put his arm around her and said, "Teachers, we'll be going now."

The leaders hurriedly said they would treat them to dinner tonight, and the restaurant was all arranged. Fu Linzheng pinched Rong Weiyue's earlobe and smiled lazily: "Not today, it's Yueyue's birthday, we want to have some time alone."

"Oh, so they're annoyed that we're the third wheel, hahaha..."

The teachers didn't insist that they stay, and smiled as they told them to come back and play whenever they had time.

Once outside, Fu Linzheng helped her into the car. After they got in, Rong Weiyue flipped through the donation commemorative book, still feeling a little embarrassed.

"You paid for the construction of Zhengyue Tower. I didn't do anything; I just benefited from your generosity."

Fu Linzheng leaned over and pinched her cheek, his voice low: "What's yours and what's mine? Do you want to review our marriage certificate again?"

Rong Weiyue's heart softened, "No need..."

Fu Linzheng started the supercar. Rong Weiyue carefully put the commemorative book and envelope into her bag, holding the flowers and looking at him. Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Rong Weiyue, can you be a little more reserved? I'm getting embarrassed by your staring at me like that."

Would this person really be embarrassed?

Her voice was soft: "I just want to see you."

Fu Linzheng suppressed a smile. "You miss me that much after just one week?"

Her eyes sparkled: "Hmm, can't I think about it?"

Fu Linzheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his palm towards her. "Why not? Your husband can think whatever he wants. He can pounce on you and kiss and bite you. Anyway, I have no right to resist now."

Rong Weiyue smiled and reached out her hand, which he grasped, their fingers intertwined.

She murmured softly, "I knew you didn't mention my birthday today. I thought you were too busy to remember. Xia Sili and Hu An wished me a happy birthday this morning."

“How could I forget your birthday?” Fu Linzheng scratched her palm with his fingertips. “When I called you at noon, I was about to board the plane. I told those friends not to make plans with you today.”

No wonder even Yin Lu said she didn't have time to eat with him today. She said he was domineering, and Fu Linzheng was utterly wicked.

"I'm so domineering. I haven't celebrated your birthday in six years. Tonight, aren't you mine?"

Her ears burned, and her heart felt like it was soaking in honey water. She obediently replied, "Yes, they're all yours."

As they stopped at a red light, Fu Linzheng couldn't resist leaning over and pulling her into his arms for a kiss. Their breaths were lingering, and he wanted to hold her close and take a bite. "How can you be so cute?"

How could he have such a lovely wife?

She smiled broadly, "You drive carefully first..."

Fu Linzheng rubbed her head and stopped teasing her. Rong Weiyue thought about the past few years and said softly, "When I was studying in Hangzhou, I didn't really celebrate my birthday. I would just eat a bowl of noodles and buy a triangle cake to make a wish."

During those years, her relationship with her family soured, she didn't have many friends in college, and she didn't get along well with her roommates. Yin Lu was also studying in another city.

Rong Weiyue said softly, "Later, I didn't celebrate my birthday much anymore. There was nothing to commemorate, and I didn't like making wishes."

She had lost the best things in life, and dared not hope for anything more.

Fu Linzheng felt a pang of heartache as he listened, unable to imagine how lonely the young girl must have been all those years. He gripped her hand tighter and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You're not allowed to say there's nothing to commemorate anymore, understand? This day is the most important to me. I'll be here every year from now on, okay?"

Her heart softened as she looked at him: "Okay..."

The Bugatti drove towards the outskirts of Beijing, and the city lights gradually faded. Rong Weiyue asked him curiously where he was going tonight, and Fu Linzheng replied, "Huaixing Ridge, do you remember it?"

Rong Weiyue paused, "Was it the place we went to at high school...?"

After they got together in high school, one night Fu Linzheng drove her to Huaixingling for a drive. At the top of the mountain, she nestled in his arms and looked at the stars. They even made a promise to go to university together in Beijing.

Fu Linzheng replied, "This mountain was acquired and developed by Mingheng a couple of years ago. They built a clubhouse on the top of the mountain, and tonight it's just us."

As they drove up the winding mountain road, night fell, and the entire forest seemed to be covered with a blanket of snow. Upon reaching the summit, Rong Weiyue saw a clubhouse built against the mountain, its roof covered with thick white snow, like a warm winter castle.

After getting out of the car, Fu Linzheng led Rong Weiyue inside. The club manager greeted them with a smile at the entrance: "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Fu."

Leading them inside, the other person smiled and joked, "A couple of days ago, Mr. Fu said he was going to prepare a birthday dinner for his wife. We were very surprised, as it was the first time we had ever met Mrs. Fu. She's really beautiful."

Rong Weiyue blushed and smiled, gently tugging at Fu Linzheng's sleeve: "They all know about our relationship, won't it reach your parents' ears?"

The man's deep, chuckling voice fell on her ear, "What, you want to keep sneaking around as my wife forever?"

She blushed and said no. The two walked through the tea room and into the innermost dining room, which was decorated in a dark chestnut wood style. The hanging glass lamps emitted a hazy warm light. There was a round table by the floor-to-ceiling window, on which tableware and flowers were placed. The black stone fireplace crackled and burned, making it especially warm.

Sitting down at the round table, Fu Linzheng played with Rong Weiyue's hand. "Actually, the night we got our marriage certificate, I told my parents about the wedding."

"ah?!"

“Men and women are different. I don’t want you to marry me quietly like this. You’ll feel wronged. I also need to prepare many things in advance so that I can marry you in a grand and glorious way in the future.”

Her heart was pounding, "What did my uncle and aunt say...?"

He laughed, "What, are you afraid they won't be satisfied?"

"Hmm... I don't know if my qualifications meet their standards."

Fu Linzheng said in a drawn-out tone, "I like it, that's enough. Why should I meet their standards? Besides, with my standards, I only want the best in the world. I'm afraid I'm not good enough for them."

This person...

Fu Linzheng poured her a glass of juice: "Don't worry, my parents are very happy with you and have been wanting to come see you, but I was afraid you would be nervous, so I told them to wait a little longer. They often remind me to take good care of you. The seafood that was sent to my house yesterday was all bought by them."

Fu Linzheng's parents knew that Rong Weiyue was in poor health and wanted to treat her better. Rong Weiyue was stunned: "Are they really satisfied with me? But I haven't even met them yet..."

“I just casually mentioned a few things about you, and they think you’re really great and easy-going,” Fu Linzheng said with a nonchalant grin. “And they should be secretly happy that I can get married, otherwise I’d rather stay single for life.”

Rong Weiyue's dimples couldn't help but soften, "Then I'll find an opportunity to visit my uncle and aunt. They already know, so it would be impolite of me to do this."

Fu Linzheng ruffled her hair, his tone lazy yet indulgent: "Okay, I'll make the arrangements. Let's celebrate your birthday properly today."

Before long, one exquisite Chinese dish after another was served. Fu Linzheng had instructed the kitchen staff on Rong Weiyue's preferred flavors and dietary restrictions in advance, and every dish was to her liking.

A plate of steamed sea bass with jade dew was served. She wanted to take a bite, but Fu Linzheng told her to eat other things first. He helped her pick out the fish bones. Rong Weiyue watched and sighed happily, "From now on, I won't have to worry about anything when I go out with you. I can just open my mouth and wait to be fed. You are much more attentive than me."

The man lazily curled his lips: "I've never seen anyone so delicate. You're the only one I've ever served in my life."

Rong Weiyue pouted, "If you think it's too troublesome, then choose another one."

Fu Linzheng stared straight at her with his dark eyes: "Watch your mouth tonight, haven't I disciplined you for a week?"

Her cheeks flushed red. Fu Linzheng fed her fish and teased, "What, not going to continue?"

She mumbled guiltily, and the man's low, husky, and suggestive voice brushed past her ear: "It won't help if you don't say anything; what's meant to happen tonight won't be missed."

"Oh..." she smiled, "Then I'll wait."

Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened, and he smiled smugly.

Okay, so you're really not afraid, and you even dare to provoke him.

The meal was pleasant and enjoyable. Afterwards, Fu Linzheng took her for a walk around the club and finally asked her, "Would you like to see the night view?"

"OK."

He led her to the top floor of the club, pushed open the door, and Rong Weiyue did not expect that there was an extended viewing platform outside. The snow had temporarily stopped, and the wooden boardwalk was covered with a layer of white fluff. The glass railings on both sides were decorated with roses and warm yellow lights, like a starry river.

She walked a little further out and gazed into the distance. The night view of Beijing was bustling and vast, with the neon lights of skyscrapers and the winding traffic intertwining to form a flowing sea of ​​light.

She exhaled a puff of white mist, her eyes sparkling: "So beautiful..."

Fu Linzheng helped her wrap the scarf, and seeing that she was standing still, he asked, "Aren't you going to walk to the front?"

She stammered, "I'm afraid of heights..."

Fu Linzheng smiled and took her hand. "It's okay, don't look down, just follow me."

She walked slowly forward to the front of the platform, touched the snowflakes on the railing, turned to him and smiled: "The scenery here is even better than it was six years ago."

Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms. "I thought I would never have the chance to bring you here again."

She paused, then leaned against his chest: "I also thought I'd never have another chance to come..."

Fu Linzheng looked down at her face, his voice deep and magnetic: "It's alright, going from girlfriend to wife, so the six years haven't been wasted."

She smiled, and then a cheerful birthday song rang in her ears. Rong Weiyue froze and turned around, only to see waiters smiling as they slowly pushed a cake with flickering candlelight towards her.

Fu Linzheng sang a birthday song in her ear. His voice was deep and pleasant, and each word softened her heart, filling it with happiness.

The cake was pushed in front of the two of them, and the waiter quietly withdrew. Rong Weiyue smelled the sweet scent of green tangerines. "Is this a green tangerine cake?"

"Hmm, how's this cake?"

The cake frosting was light green, with a crescent moon rising from the tide in the center. "Did you buy this?"

Fu Linzheng smirked nonchalantly, "Can my cooking skills match those bought outside?"

"You did this?!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Is this difficult?"

"No wonder it's a bit ugly..."

"...?"

Fu Linzheng laughed in exasperation, "Rong Weiyue, are you trying to discourage me like this?"

She laughed and said she was just joking. Fu Linzheng said that he went to the cake shop near the entrance of Langao last week to learn. During his few days abroad, he would practice after finishing his work during the day. He ruined seven or eight cakes. This one was made this morning and was brought here by his assistant after he flew back to Beijing.

Fu Linzheng said, "Isn't this green orange cake your favorite? No matter which store opens or not, you can always have it at home."

Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears. Fu Linzheng was clearly a rich young master who never lifted a finger, but whether it was the soup and dishes he had recently made for her, or this cake, he was willing to give his all to make it happen as long as it was related to her.

Fu Linzheng's lips curled into a smile. "Alright, stop being so sentimental. The candles are almost burned out. Aren't you going to make a wish?"

Rong Weiyue felt a lump in her throat, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.

For the past six years, all her birthday wishes have been the same: that Fu Linzheng be safe and sound on the field, always happy and joyful, and that she meet someone better to grow old with.

She dared not hope for any future for them, but today, she could finally boldly tell God her wish—

May he be by her side forever, day and night, until their hair turns white with love.

She opened her eyes, blew out the candle, and saw a long jewelry box being handed to her.

She took it, bewildered. "What is this?"

"Open it and take a look."

She opened the box, and inside was a necklace.

Fu Linzheng said that the main stone of this necklace is a real lunar meteorite with the number Lunaria 12-A. Its surface has natural star gray texture and it is one of the few in the world that is privately collected and can be used for jewelry design. It is extremely rare in the world.

The necklace is sealed with a special coating and, after countless polishing and cutting processes, is sculpted into the shape of a crescent moon, with a ring of silver-blue natural diamonds resembling the tides surrounding the moon.

The necklace, engraved with "1208" and her initials, gleamed under the light.

"I contacted a jewelry brand in Paris to have this custom-made for my wedding day. It's called La Lune du Cur, which translates to 'the moon in the heart' in French."

Fu Linzheng gazed at her intently, his eyes deep:

"This is the most beautiful moon in my heart."

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in her eyes, and she smiled. Fu Linzheng picked it up and put it on her wrist.

Happy birthday, my princess.

"I will spend every year of the rest of my life with you."

A surge of warmth welled up in Rong Weiyue's heart, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She hugged him tightly, saying, "I really like this gift, and with you here, I like it even more."

She felt incredibly content to have him with her on her birthday this year.

Fu Linzheng pulled her closer, wiped away her tears, and chuckled teasingly, "Little crybaby."

Rong Weiyue looked up at him and said, "Today, our class teacher told me that when you went to donate to build Zhengyue Building in your junior year, you cried while looking at our graduation photo in the stairwell."

How much pain must Fu Linzheng have felt back then? Pain so intense that he couldn't help but shed tears. Rong Weiyue's eyes reddened. "I thought that after I broke up with you in freshman year, you must have hated me to the core, forgotten me long ago, and started dating new girlfriends. So, all these years, have you never forgotten me...?"

Fu Linzheng's eyes burned with tears as he laughed, "How could you be so dense, only realizing it now?"

He encircled her and pointed to the mountain opposite: "Do you know what that mountain is?"

She looked over in bewilderment and saw the winding mountain road across the street, illuminated by streetlights, vaguely outlining the shape of a running track. "What is that..."

"I come here to train almost every day."

Parking lot...

Rong Weiyue's heart skipped a beat. "But it takes two hours to get from here to Heshengting. Didn't you say it was close to my studio?"

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled: "So now you understand?"

Rong Weiyue's heart was in turmoil, and she suddenly realized: "So it wasn't for your training convenience at all. You bought the house in Heshengting for me, and Xia Qiantang and Xia Sili's WeChat Moments were deliberately sent to me?"

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow at her, all his previous guesses now confirmed. Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears: "I knew it, with your wealth, how could you be so short of money as to have to rent a place..."

She kept saying she didn't have money to buy a combination lock, but when she accidentally dropped a bronze horse worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, he didn't seem to care at all.

Fu Linzheng said in a low voice, "This house is so close to your studio, and it's decorated in your favorite style. I even brought Hu Hu out to tempt you. Tell me, what is my purpose?"

His eyes burned as he looked at her, his voice deep and hoarse: "I just want to be closer to you, to see you every day, and to protect you, afraid that you will suffer those injustices again."

Like a cat fishing, he painstakingly led her into his "trap" step by step, all for the sake of her.

Fu Linzheng's voice was low and hoarse: "On the day of Xu Chengguang's wedding, I knew you were coming from the very beginning. Although I stubbornly said that I had nothing to reminisce about with you, I actually turned down some things and rushed back from abroad. The moment I saw you, I really wanted to rush over and hug you."

He waited a full six years before daring to reunite with her.

“At the wedding that day, I couldn’t help but keep glancing at you. You’re allergic to seafood, so I rushed downstairs to get you some medicine. Later, you went to see Professor Chen at the Sino-American University. I was there that day because I heard him mention you that morning. I said something too harsh in the parking lot and made you leave. I regretted it and couldn’t help but go to your office to see you. That’s why I bumped into you that night and was deliberately cut off by your car.”

At first, all his indifference was a forced pretense; his pride and self-esteem prevented him from bowing down so quickly, so he could only try to create one coincidence after another.

In reality, there were no coincidences; everything was premeditated.

Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears. No wonder Fu Linzheng was so jealous when he saw Peng Qing on the day of the teacher's birthday; he got so angry when she was targeted at the election meeting; he rushed over to beat up the landlord without saying a word when she was bullied; and later, after they lived together, he took care of her and protected her in various ways despite his true feelings.

Even on the night of the class reunion, when he misunderstood that she was going on a blind date, he burst into tears in the parking lot.

She thought that by proposing marriage, she was taking a step towards him, unaware that he had already taken a hundred steps towards her from where she couldn't see.

A surge of warmth welled up in her heart, and Rong Weiyue's voice trembled slightly: "I thought that your initial indifference towards me was because you hated me, and that even your kindness towards me was just a way to get revenge on me..."

Fu Linzheng couldn't help but laugh: "Rong Weiyue, you miss me that much? I'm being so careful, afraid of scaring you away."

He wiped away her tears with his fingertips: "Although I have a bad temper, I'm not that vengeful. How could I hold a grudge against you for so many years?"

He leaned down to look at her, his throat burning, and said, word by word;

"From the age of eighteen until now, the first girl I liked was you, and the only one I've ever liked is you."

The world was silent, with only the gentle glow of lamplight reflected in his eyes.

Fu Linzheng's eyes shone with a burning light, his deep affection intense:

"The only conclusion I've drawn from these six years apart is that I can't live without you in this lifetime."

"So, Rong Weiyue, it's not that I fell in love with you again after we met, but that I've loved you all along, from six years ago until now."

That statement, "I'll never look back," was both stubbornness and impulsiveness.

He only ever loved her.

She was deeply moved. Just then, a loud "bang" came from above, and a pale golden firework bloomed in the night sky. Then one after another, they burst into clusters, like a cascading silver river, illuminating the entire night sky.

Like a golden tide rising on the horizon, Rong Weiyue looked up in a daze, stunned by the beauty, her heart pounding like a drum. Fu Linzheng's lips curled into a smile:

"Tonight, there is one last ceremony."

He took her hand and touched her collar: "Have you always been curious about what the pendant around my neck is? You can take it off today."

Rong Weiyue was confused. She helped him untie the Cuban chain, and when she saw the pendant, she froze.

"This is a ring we made together in high school..."

She stared at the pair of plain rings, her mind blank: "Didn't you throw them away the day we broke up?"

Fu Linzheng chuckled lightly: "I regretted it the moment I threw it away. I was out of my mind and threw it on the lawn during a heavy rain. After you left, I searched for five whole hours before I found it."

That day, he, who was always the pride of heaven, was soaked to the bone and his hands were covered in rainwater and mud as he searched for the wedding rings. He looked disheveled and alone.

"But perhaps it's because I found these rings that I was able to find you again today."

He gave his all and finally won her back.

Fu Linzheng held up the plain band ring she once wore, engraved with the moon, and knelt down on one knee before her:

"Yueyue, I said before that I would give you everything. You were the one who proposed to us, so I still owe you a proposal."

Rong Weiyue's vision was blurry as he gently held her hand. Fu Linzheng raised his crimson eyes and gazed solely at her:

Even if I know the answer, I still want to ask you one more time—Rong Weiyue, will you marry me?

Let me, Fu Linzheng, be your husband. I will cherish you and protect you for the rest of my life, giving you the most beautiful love. No matter what the future holds, let me hold your hand tightly, share every meal with you, through all four seasons, and love you forever, until the very last moment of my life.

The night sky was pitch black, and clusters of fireworks bloomed one after another, as if the entire mountaintop was submerged in a sea of ​​light.

All the romance in the world pales in comparison to the overwhelming love in his eyes at this moment.

Rong Weiyue looked at him, tears streaming down her face, and nodded, a smile curving her lips:

"I do."

This was her unchanging answer throughout her life.

She wanted to see every sunrise and sunset with him, to see the sea and the snow, even if it was simple and ordinary, as long as he was by her side, she would be happy every day.

Upon hearing her answer, Fu Linzheng smiled and pushed the plain ring onto the ring finger of her right hand.

He stood up, and Rong Weiyue looked at him with tears glistening in her eyes:

“Fu Linzheng, I love you too…”

Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms and leaned down to give her a passionate kiss.

Above them, crescent-shaped fireworks shone brightly in the night sky, their light reflecting on their faces.

Fu Linzheng gripped the back of her neck, opened his eyes, his gaze bloodshot, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Say it again."

With tears streaming down her face, Rong Weiyue poured out her heart: "Fu Linzheng, I love you, I love you so much..."

She hugged him tightly: "No matter what happens in the future, I will never let go of your hand again."

A tear slid down Fu Linzheng's cheek, a warm feeling spreading through his chest: "To have received this answer, my life has been worthwhile."

...

The fireworks overhead lasted for a long time.

It's the most beautiful night view tonight.

After pouring out all her long-buried love, Rong Weiyue leaned against Fu Linzheng's chest with a kiss, her dimples curving upwards: "Fu Linzheng, today is the most unforgettable birthday of my life, apart from my eighteenth birthday."

Fu Linzheng's eyes softened: "Then I will try my best to make every birthday unforgettable for you."

After eating some cake, she put the men's plain ring on his hand and said softly, "I didn't expect you to secretly hide this pair of rings until now, to propose on my birthday today."

He pulled her close, "Surprised?"

She nodded and smiled, "How come you're so good at this? You used all your tricks on me."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow and whispered in her ear in a raspy voice, "I know a lot more, and I can use it all on you."

She blushed and scolded him playfully. The two stayed on the viewing platform for a long time. Finally, Fu Linzheng led her downstairs. The waiters, who had witnessed the proposal, all smiled and offered their blessings.

Fu Linzheng asked her, "Would you like to rest here tonight or go home?"

Rong Weiyue thought for a moment, "Let's go home, we haven't prepared anything..."

Yes, the important thing is that I wasn't prepared.

"By the way, what about Huhu? We haven't gotten home yet, it's so late."

"So you finally remembered your son?"

Her face flushed. "I really forgot today..."

He smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Before I went to pick you up from school, I had Huaiyu feed the little darling dinner, so don't worry, she won't go hungry."

I started the car, and the silver-black sports car drove down the mountain.

Rong Weiyue was a little sleepy on the way, so she dozed off for a while. When she woke up again, Fu Linzheng carried her out of the car. "You're awake, Princess?"

He carried her in his arms, holding the flowers and cake in one hand, and walked easily to the elevator. Rong Weiyue's ears turned red: "It's okay, I can walk by myself..."

Fu Linzheng hugged her even tighter, showing no intention of letting go: "Don't move, press the floor button."

She pressed the floor button and simply clung lazily to him.

When we got home, Huhu was already at the door, wagging its tail excitedly and circling around our feet.

Rong Weiyue looked at Hu Hu, realized what was happening, and felt a pang of tenderness in her heart.

Yes, if Fu Linzheng didn't like her, why would he have silently raised their dog for six years?

Although he was a kind person, just like when he built the Zhengyue Tower, he always did his best to protect and cherish their shared memories.

She chuckled and ruffled Hu Hu's hair before heading to the kitchen. Hu Hu tried to follow, but Fu Linzheng stopped him with his foot, saying lazily:

"Your parents are doing important business tonight, don't disturb them. Anyone who dares to be a third wheel will be thrown out tomorrow."

Huhu: ...

Rong Weiyue put the cake in the refrigerator, then poured herself a glass of water. Fu Linzheng walked over, his broad, warm body trapping her in front of the kitchen counter. He leaned over and stared intently at her: "What's next?"

She grunted, her ears burning, "I need to get ready to take a shower."

Rong Weiyue looked up at him, her watery eyes full of charm:

"Shall we go together?"

Upon receiving the kitten's invitation, Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened. The next moment, he bent down and easily picked the kitten up, carrying it straight to the room.

His coat kissed the floor, the bathroom door closed, and Rong Weiyue was held and placed on the washbasin, the cool marble contrasting sharply with his burning aura.

Fu Linzheng braced himself on the marble countertop on either side of her, his breath hot against her chest.

He touched the buttons on the cheongsam with his fingertips. Rong Weiyue was shy and wanted to dodge, but he held her in place. The antique cheongsam, like a verdant landscape, unveiled the scene of spring snow from summer to winter. The white dogwood was in full bloom, and it looked as if it had been covered with honey in the warm light.

Fu Linzheng's bulging veins gripped the back of her head with the back of his hand, prying open her teeth. His kiss was like a wildfire, fiercely aggressive. Rong Weiyue's fingertips clung to his shoulders, her eyelashes fluttering. She couldn't help but push him away, who was so eager, and murmured with a smile, "Fu Linzheng..."

The big dog had a deep voice and a mysterious look in its eyes.

"Didn't you say you wanted to shower together?"

Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed, her breath soft: "I feel like you don't want to take a bath... you want to eat me..."

He slowly and deliberately traced her soft, red lips with his fingertips, his dark eyes filled with desire: "If I want to eat, will you give it to me?"

Tonight, he finally received a clear response from her about his feelings. Coupled with the fact that absence makes the heart grow fonder, all his emotions and longings had reached their peak and he could hardly control himself.

He kissed her ear, gently biting it. The girl arched her back like a cat, pressing herself against his chest, wrinkling his shirt, her eyes crinkling: "Aren't you...aren't you afraid my health will deteriorate?"

Fu Linzheng's throat was dry and burning, but he still managed to maintain some composure upon hearing this, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did the TCM doctor say when I went to see him this week?"

A sly glint in her eyes, and she said regretfully, "The doctor said I'm not fully recovered yet and need to rest properly. I can't do those things."

It still doesn't work...

Fu Linzheng took deep breaths, his eyes clouded, feeling that he had never been so sad in his life.

She laughed: "Then will you still shower with me?"

"You think there's nothing else that can't be done?"

He took her slender fingertips in his hand, placed them on his shirt collar, and kissed her swan-like neck. "Baby, help me open it first."

Rong Weiyue kept dawdling back and forth. He bit her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "You're driving me crazy."

Rong Weiyue looked at his eyes, which were red from holding back her laughter, and couldn't help but laugh. She hooked her arm around his neck and stopped teasing him.

"Fu Linzheng, I was actually lying to you."

"What?"

"The doctor said I'm much better, and as long as it's not too excessive... I should be fine."

She whispered, "I just want to see what you'll look like when you're going crazy from holding it in."

Fu Linzheng laughed angrily, his eyes blazing with fury: "Are you kidding me?"

The sound of tearing fabric suddenly came, and Rong Weiyue looked down to see that her cheongsam had been ripped open. A chill instantly swept over her, making her eyes widen.

The man said he would make it up to her tomorrow, his muscles bulging, and he lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom, his voice hoarse.

"Baby, this is all your fault."

She was pressed against the tiles, her eyes red-rimmed, "Fu Linzheng..."

The man's strong chest enveloped her like an iron wall, his hormonal scent overwhelming her completely, his voice hot and husky, landing in her ear:

"There's no way to avoid overdoing it."

"Look how long I've been holding back, I'm going to fuck you to death tonight."