Chapter 43 "Mismatch, it's going to break..."

Chapter 43

The showerhead was turned on, water droplets splashed at my feet, and mist rose up, as if I had stepped into a hazy forest.

The warm yellow light refracted a soft halo in the steam, falling on the surrounding tiles and hiding everything in darkness.

Lifted up, the little girl clung tightly to him, afraid of falling, pressed against the tiles, facing the intense heat.

He pried open her teeth, and like snakes intertwining with vines, Fu Linzheng gripped her cheeks, forcefully and domineeringly, electric sparks spreading from her heart all the way to her bones.

Rong Weiyue's vision was obscured by mist, making it impossible to see clearly. All she could see was the man's strong, broad shoulders and tall figure, which seemed like a heavy wall pressing down on her, completely trapping her with an irresistible sense of power and physical difference.

Like an unfurled sheet of Xuan paper, it is soaked with ink layer by layer, so thin that a light touch of the fingertip will cause it to dissipate into mist and rain.

Like cutting water with a knife, utterly merciless, the piercing ringing in her ears grew louder, and a blush slowly spread across her cheeks. Like a kitten arching its back, tears welled in her eyes, and her wedding ring-adorned fingers left claw marks on the man's shoulder.

“Fu Linzheng…”

The man bit her lips until they were soft and red, then used his fingertips to pry open her teeth, coaxing her with a low chuckle: "Relax, you've been biting me so hard for just a week?"

Sensing the implication in her words, she choked back a sob: "I relaxed..."

Fu Linzheng smiled and hugged her tightly, as if coaxing a child: "I know you've done your best, baby."

His deep, hoarse breath brushed against my ear like grit: "But if you can't even get used to this, what will you do later?"

Rong Weiyue's heart felt like it had been sprinkled with blueberry-flavored popping candy. She blinked her tear-streaked eyelashes as she looked at him: "You're definitely going to be stuffed..."

Who eats breakfast with just two small slices of toasted milk bread and a huge sausage? It's obviously unbalanced QAQ...

A smile spread across Fu Linzheng's eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his thin lips breathed hot air into her ear: "It's okay, you can eat it every day from now on. Your appetite will grow bigger, okay?"

Rong Weiyue's ears burned red, "No way..."

The consequence of being stubborn was being punished by having to tell the truth. After a while, tears streamed down her face as she hugged his neck and begged for mercy. Fu Linzheng grabbed her chin and sneered, "You like it so much, yet you say you don't want it?"

The man was still wearing a shirt. The water splashed on his tall body, outlining his strong physique and revealing the muscle definition. He took her fingertips and placed them on the buttons, coaxing her, "Keep going, we haven't finished the work yet."

As he kissed Rong Weiyue repeatedly, her mind began to spin like a soft, dizzy mochi, completely at his command.

One, two, until her clothes were open to her chest, she saw one spot and her gaze stopped.

The light and water droplets flowed, revealing a dark tattoo etched on the man's chest—

It is a slender crescent moon.

The letter "R" is engraved on the crescent-shaped indentation.

The letters "Luna Mia" are also engraved next to it.

Rong Weiyue's eyes widened in shock, "This is..."

Fu Linzheng looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips: "Finally saw it?"

Rong Weiyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said coldly, "This design is the tattoo you had on your left wrist before..."

"Yes, the one on my hand was washed off, so I tattooed it here."

Fu Linzheng initially got a moon tattooed on his hand because Rong Weiyue had the same moon scar in the same spot on her left hand. After their breakup, he impulsively removed the tattoo from his wrist. However, on their anniversary, he got drunk after finishing a race in Monzabi, Italy, and took the tattoo to a tattoo shop, saying he wanted it tattooed on his chest.

Rong Weiyue's eyes stung with tears: "I saw your left hand before, and it was gone. I thought that meant you had long forgotten me..."

Fu Linzheng bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, his voice hoarse:

"I haven't forgotten, I've just moved the moon to the position closest to my heart."

He later realized that many things cannot be hidden even if the surface is washed away. Even after he went abroad to study at university, competed in competitions around the world, and saw all kinds of mountains and rivers, he could not hide the existence of the moon in his heart.

He could deceive his reason, but he couldn't deceive his heart.

Rong Weiyue's nose tingled, and her heart felt as if it had been pricked by countless needle and thread, overwhelmed with emotion: "What does this letter mean?"

Fu Linzheng gently kissed her eyebrows and eyes:

"Luna Mia – Italian for 'my moon'".

He met her glistening eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Now, the moon finally belongs to me."

A tear slid down Rong Weiyue's cheek, her red eyes curving upwards: "It's always been yours..."

She took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss him again, their lips and teeth lingering. After a while, their passion intensified. Fu Linzheng didn't have much patience. He turned off the shower, picked her up, placed her on the washbasin, and wrapped her in a bath towel.

The little girl looked at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes, her soft, black hair sticking to her cheeks with steam, her skin as white as snow, and the red mole on her face glowing warmly, as if she was obediently waiting for him to do as he pleased.

Fu Linzheng was incredibly agitated, but seeing her like this, he couldn't bear to bully her anymore. He lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss her: "Baby, you're so much like a kitten, so adorable."

Her eyes crinkled with embarrassment, "Your little kitten..."

Fu Linzheng pecked her cheek, and Rong Weiyue wiped the water droplets off him. Under the bright light, she suddenly noticed several strip-shaped scars on his back and shoulders, which looked hideous and terrifying, as if they were tearing him apart.

This wasn't there when she graduated high school. She asked in surprise, "What happened?"

Fu Linzheng paused for a moment, then said calmly, "It's nothing, just from training."

But the scar was too obvious. He had never had any injuries before, big or small, like this. She sensed something was wrong: "How did he get injured? What kind of training could make him like this? Does it hurt?"

He turned her face to face, "Okay, stop looking, it's ugly."

He saw her frown and smiled casually: "It hasn't hurt for a long time. What, are you so worried about me?"

Her eyes stung and she pouted, "Of course I feel sorry for you..."

Fu Linzheng chuckled lazily and teased her, "If I had known that the self-inflicted injury trick would be so effective, I should have walked around shirtless in front of you on the very first night you moved in. Maybe you would have been so heartbroken that you would have cried your eyes out and married me much sooner."

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh, saying arrogantly, "You were a hooligan back then, I didn't care about you at all."

He leaned down and bit Yingying: "Don't you care?"

She sobbed and clung tightly to his shoulders to keep from falling backward. Fu Linzheng's eyes were deep as he picked her up and carried her outside.

The bedroom was well-heated, and the soft yellow light diffused in a hazy glow, making the whole room quiet and warm.

The city of Beijing was already quiet in the dead of night. A cold wind howled outside the window, and it seemed to be raining. The night was dark, and the neon lights of the distant high-rise buildings gradually faded away.

Floor-to-ceiling windows create a cool boundary between the outside world and the warmth inside, making the two worlds completely opposite.

Rong Weiyue was thrown into the clouds, bounced once, and was quickly enveloped by them. Fu Linzheng's burning kiss fell fiercely upon her.

Like the sweltering heat outside the window on a sweltering summer afternoon, Rong Weiyue felt as if she had fallen into a wolf's den. This person was even more terrifying than in high school. Her face was as red as snow reflected in a lamplight. She scolded him, "I regret it..."

"Um?"

"I should have just told you that the doctor disagreed."

Fu Linzheng chuckled, his gaze darkening: "You think you can dodge the first day of the month, but you can dodge the fifteenth?"

Isn't this just a matter of time?

The man's dark eyes gleamed with thirst, like a ferocious wolf about to tear a rabbit's throat apart. His voice was hoarse: "Do you know what I've been thinking about every night during these seven days of business trip?"

She blushed and said shyly, "What are you thinking about..."

As he transformed into a butterfly, Fu Linzheng's mole was subtly touched by the light. His voice was hoarse to the extreme: "Of course I've been thinking about how to *you* tonight, but no matter how much I think about it, I've held back. I've saved it all up."

Fully armed and well-equipped, ready to attack the city tonight.

Rong Weiyue could hardly believe it. Trying to awaken this man's conscience, she softly reminded him, "Fu Linzheng, I will die..."

The man's lips curled into a smile as he lightly kissed the tip of her sweat-drenched nose, his voice low and husky: "Baby, you won't really die, you'll just..."

The four intersecting Chinese characters exploded behind her ear, revealing a blush, and Fu Linzheng kissed her again.

His most beloved person was right in front of him, his darling whom he hadn't seen for six years, the one he had desperately tried to win back after their reunion, the deepest, most cherished love in his heart.

He was extremely patient and submitted to the emperor.

A sharp blade against a feather, strength intertwined with gentleness, makes every second feel long and unbearable.

The sound of rain outside grew more and more intense, with raindrops forming countless silver threads that pounded heavily against the French windows.

The large penthouse on the top floor seems to be suspended in mid-air, surrounded by wind and rain, like a lone boat sailing on the deep sea, surging and turbulent.

The sound of the slurring was clearly audible in Rong Weiyue's ears. She tried to hide but was trapped, and her eyes were clouded with tears.

Her thoughts were abruptly cut off by the knife. She bit the blanket, feeling a ticklish sensation like ants gnawing at a bone, and then she cried.

He pulled her into his arms again, and her voice was as soft as honey as she called his name: "Fu Linzheng... I like you so much, I like you so, so much..."

The man chuckled softly; he'd never seen anyone cuter than her. He licked his lips and asked, "You like me? What do you like about me?"

"I like them all..."

"Where do you like the most right now?"

Her gaze fell upon Fu Linzheng, who asked a question he already knew the answer to. She bit his Adam's apple shyly, like a cat with its fur standing on end, but she was still coaxed into saying two words.

Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng's dark eyes darkened, and he embraced her, leaning over to open the drawer.

Under the dim yellow light, it was piled up like a mountain.

Every time I see it, it's incredibly impactful and frightening.

Rong Weiyue murmured softly, as if taking a bite of a butterfly pastry, "There are many of the ones we used before..."

Fu Linzheng's breathing became heavier. "These are all the ones you said were good. I remember them all."

How much of her does he actually remember...?

He kissed her earlobe: "Baby, there are some new styles, shall we try them on?"

She was afraid: "It's too much of a test..."

"Isn't it a month?"

She said he was too conspicuous, and he operated with one hand, his voice deep and husky: "Given our previous frequency, isn't it normal to run out of these?"

“That’s not necessarily true,” she murmured softly. “That was when you were young. Who knows if you can still compare to how you were back then?”

"?"

What man could stand such words? His competitive spirit exploded instantly. Fu Linzheng laughed and bit her earlobe: "Rong Weiyue, you wait. Don't beg me for anything, no matter how much you cry tonight."

The rain continued to fall outside, and the lamplight refracted through the glass, creating fragmented light that seemed to burst through the French windows and drown people.

A few seconds felt like an eternity. Her heart pounded, and she tried to push him away, her hands on his shoulders, tears welling in her eyes. "Fu Linzheng..."

He was also struggling, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He first tried to comfort her, "What's wrong?"

No, it doesn't match.

Fu Linzheng laughed, his lips brushing against her ear: "Where do we not match?"

Her cheeks flushed red. "You're too..."

The raindrops outside suddenly intensified, as if striking the window to express the unfinished words she had spoken. The man embraced her, his smile deepening as he sighed, "We were on good terms before, didn't we? We've begged each other so many times already."

But after six years, everything seems to be the same as it was at the beginning.

Even if it's sufficient, the objective conditions are there, and the gap between the two is too large, which is still frightening.

Fu Linzheng kissed her eyebrows and eyes, chuckling sweetly, "Baby, everything is difficult at the beginning, but you'll get used to it after a while."

Hmm...

Rong Weiyue's cheeks were as if dyed by the sunset, and the corners of her eyes were gradually tinged red by his eyes, which reflected her alone.

The warm light was soft, and love enveloped everything.

The scene before my eyes gradually blurred.

Everything fell silent, leaving only the close, beating hearts of the two of them.

It had been a full six years since then.

From separation to marriage, and now to this moment, all the regrets, the pain of loss, the longing of the past two thousand days and nights, and the voids in my life are being filled little by little tonight.

Only the two of them remained. Fu Linzheng's dark eyes turned crimson as he gently brushed away the stray hairs from her face. His voice was hoarse as he couldn't help but sigh, "Yueyue, I love you so much."

Upon hearing his words, Rong Weiyue's mind flashed back to him, and she looked at him with clear eyes: "I love you too..."

A storm suddenly arose outside, the wind howled, and the air in the enclosed room gradually thinned, until everything went from bloated to empty.

The man, however, proceeded slowly and deliberately. The kitten, meowing hungry for dried fish, smirked and teased, "Getting used to it now?"

She tried to move, but was held firmly down. The little girl's eyes reddened, and she looked aggrieved. "I don't want to be friends with you anymore..."

Fu Linzheng was extremely mean: "What did you call me? You'll only get it if you call me correctly."

Rong Weiyue couldn't resist him and said softly, "Husband..."

Her soft voice was like a marshmallow being baked in an oven, sweet and melting in your heart.

Now, inside and out, she belongs to him completely.

Nothing is more agonizing than these two words at this moment.

Taking advantage of her distress, he coaxed her into calling him several times. Fu Linzheng's dark eyes narrowed, his heart burning with passion, and he showered her with kisses: "Here you go, husband."

The world is in turmoil, and order has been completely lost.

The sea was swept by howling winds, and thunder rumbled outside as storms collided in hidden places.

Six years of love.

This moment transforms into the most concrete expression.

Time passed slowly, the minute hand quietly went through more than half a circle, Rong Weiyue buried her tearful face in the pillow, a bottle of freshly brewed plum wine was uncorked with a "beep", and its sweet and rich aroma filled the air.

Her back pressed against his chest, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her face was turned around. Fu Linzheng's extremely fierce breathing came over.

It's been six years since we last met.

What was once there is no less, and may even be more.

As if from bone to skin, the man turned the girl over and pulled her into his arms. Fu Linzheng wiped away her tears with his fingertips and teased, "Do you like it?"

Rong Weiyue blushed from her ears to her neck, and cried, "This is going to be bad."

Fu Linzheng bit her earlobe, his tone unusually wicked: "I told you you wouldn't last long with those big breasts, but why did you insist on playing around?"

With a "thud," the trash can was tossed in. Fu Linzheng opened the drawer again, her mind buzzing: "Fu Linzheng, can you please slow down a bit..."

Fu Linzheng picked her up, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "It's not going to get better. Didn't you just say I'm not as good as I was six years ago? Then let's see what level I'm at now."

Raindrops were pounding against the French windows, leaving long streaks in the dim light.

Fu Linzheng took out his phone, the cold white light of the screen reflecting on his deep, sharp brow bone as he looked at her:

"Take a timer, at least five minutes. If you don't finish within that time, you'll be punished."

?

She'd said she'd pay back what she owed, but she hadn't expected this person to be so petty. Her eyes welled with tears: "Five minutes is too long..."

He cupped her chin in his palm and laughed, "You can't even last a minute, can you?"

Begging for mercy was useless. Fu Linzheng picked her up with her back turned and walked towards the mirror, his fierce breath spraying into her ear:

"Well, there's nothing we can do, baby will just have to accept the punishment."

The wind and rain continued outside the window, and the light and shadows were softly scattered in the dark night. The little girl held onto the mirror and was once again swept up in the raging storm.

-

Heshengting 3401 issued a rainstorm warning overnight.

The clock struck 10 p.m. and moved to 4 a.m. the next morning before the dim yellow light in the bedroom finally went out.

A touch of pale white appeared on the dark horizon.

The interplay of gray and pale gold dispelled the lingering shadows of the night.

As the sun rises, the city's outline gradually becomes clear, and the silhouettes of tall buildings emerge from the cold mist. The lingering warmth indoors permeates the air.

With the city completely lost, the little girl was almost unconscious. She raised a small white flag to surrender, and Fu Linzheng carried her to be cleaned.

The room was a complete mess. There was a coat by the door, cushions and empty boxes on the sofa and carpet, and a tie lying under the mirror. A peculiarly sweet smell wafted through the air. Anyone who walked in would know what had happened and that it was definitely impossible to sleep.

When he lay down next to her, the little girl was already fast asleep in his arms.

When I opened my eyes again, it was almost noon the next day.

She woke up from a hazy dream to find the sky outside a hazy, white expanse, like frosted glass, as if it were a completely new world.

The beautiful girl was flipped over; the other side was already golden brown and cooked through.

To be precise, the powder was burnt QAQ.

She tried to get up, but as soon as she sat up, her back ached so much that she fell backward.

stand up.

Get up again.

The fluffy white kitten tried to leap and bound like a carp, but failed after a few attempts.

Ugh, it's so sour...

I feel like I've lost control of my bones qwq...

Soon the door to the room was opened, and the culprit walked in. He saw the little girl lying face down, looking out the window with a look of utter despair. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her slender, fair back, her skin was as delicate as bone china, and her lips were painted with a rosy hue, both pure and alluring, making one's mouth dry.

Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw him. The man was wearing a dark gray home sweater and black pants. He looked arrogant and casual, with well-defined muscles that exuded a sense of power.

Memories from last night flooded back.

They were even more... than they were in high school last night.

After taking it and sucking on it, she belatedly realized that her cheeks were a little red, a little shy, a little sweet, and a little angry. Not knowing how to react, she simply buried her head in the blanket.

Fu Linzheng couldn't help but smile at her cuteness. Soon, Rong Weiyue sensed him approaching and pulling her into his arms from behind.

"Why are you hiding? Are you shy?"

Fu Linzheng took her to every corner of the room last night.

Rong Weiyue finally witnessed how terrifying a wolf that had been starving for a long time could be. All the trouble she had caused in the past was thoroughly settled, and she was retaliated against tenfold.

The man's voice was low and seductive, and Rong Weiyue's ears turned as red as freshly baked peach shortbread. She haughtily snorted, "Let go of my hand, I don't want you to hug me."

"You won't loosen your grip, but you expect me to loosen it just because you want me to?"

Rong Weiyue was turned over, and Fu Linzheng was charmed by her slightly puffed-out cheeks. He smiled and massaged her cheeks, asking, "Are you tired?"

"I've been trying for ages to sit up..."

She leaned against him as if she had run a marathon, and seeing that he looked calm and composed as if he hadn't eaten yet, she asked, "Aren't you tired?"

The man raised an eyebrow: "Is this level of physical exertion comparable to my usual training? You're just lacking in exercise."

"..."

Which good person would exercise for six or seven hours straight?

She traced the moon tattoo on his chest with her fingertips and murmured teasingly, "Even if you're not tired, you're still weak. You need to replenish yourself properly today."

He lowered his eyes, glaring menacingly: "How am I weak?"

Rong Weiyue blushed as she recalled the shocking sight in the bucket last night: "You... last night, so many times, you were completely exhausted, you must be weak..."

She never expected him to have so many things going on; it's really terrifying.

Later, when he was in a hurry, he tore open his clothes, and they were all over her body, the mirror, and the sofa.

Fu Linzheng's Adam's apple bobbed, he rubbed her stomach, and asked in a raspy voice:

"Baby, if we hadn't... gone all the way inside last night, would it have been there already?"

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but imagine that scene, her watery eyes welling up with shyness, yet she was also fearless, exhaling softly at him:

"Why don't you try and see?"

That's incredibly bold.

Fu Linzheng kissed her passionately until she begged for mercy, "You still dare to provoke me?"

"I was wrong……"

Afraid of tiring her out, Fu Linzheng didn't bother her. He then picked up the ointment he had ordered for takeout. She saw it and asked, "What's this?"

“Medicine,” he said in a hoarse voice, “apply it there, it’s all swollen like that.”

She said shyly, "I'll apply it myself..."

"Lie down, can you see anything?" Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against his palate, his voice thick with malice. "And the culprit isn't held responsible?"

Rong Weiyue's cheeks were as red as pomegranate blossoms. Fu Linzheng, his dark eyes filled with embellishment, licked his lips and sighed in a hoarse voice, "Even at such a young age, you can still... get me inside. How amazing is your baby?"

She covered his mouth, "You're not allowed to say anything..."

Doesn't this person have any shame?!

He laughed, "Isn't that true? It matches perfectly."

Those who can eat it are exceptionally gifted. Rong Weiyue didn't know how she could do it. No matter how fierce he was, she could wrap him in gentleness and make him feel like he was dying.

Seeing that things were about to go wrong again, he forced himself to restrain himself. After applying the medicine, he pulled the girl back into his arms. Rong Weiyue thought of all the ways he had played with her and teased, "Fu Linzheng, have you been working on your skills with someone these past few years?"

Fu Linzheng's face darkened, and he pinched her cheek. "Where would I go to improve? Try talking nonsense again!"

Rong Weiyue pressed down her lips, "A brief fling isn't necessarily a bad thing, I agree."

He ruffled her hair, laughing and pulling her away, saying, "I've been single for six whole years, completely chaste. I haven't even touched another woman's hand. It's purely a matter of innate talent, I'm strong in every way, understand?"

"..."

From all perspectives, it is indeed...

Rong Weiyue pouted: "Whether you are strong or not is not up to you to decide, but up to me. Stay humble and keep working hard. I will give you a score."

He grabbed her and said, "Fine, shall we try again?"

She instantly cowered and begged for mercy. Fu Linzheng knew that was just her nature, so he carried her to wash up.

After leaving the bathroom, she went back to the master bedroom to change into a new nightgown. Fu Linzheng asked her what she wanted to eat, and she said she would just have some simple pasta. He raised an eyebrow and said leisurely, "That's easy, I'll go cook it."

"..."

She couldn't help but laugh, looking at him as if he were preparing a grand feast.

After he left, Rong Weiyue scanned the room and found that Fu Linzheng had already cleaned it, changed the bedding, removed the carpet, and even replaced the sofa cover with a new one.

Last night was really...

Embarrassed to the point of looking away, she finished her skincare routine, dealt with some work, and went outside. She saw Fu Linzheng already busy in the kitchen. He ran over and she smiled as she picked him up, saying, "Good morning, baby."

He shook his head vigorously, indicating that he liked his mother.

Holding it, she lingered and went over. Fu Linzheng, who was washing fruit, looked up at the sound and teased:

"It's so sore? You're even limping when you walk?"

"..."

She was too embarrassed to answer him, and walked over to him, placing Huhu on the kitchen counter. "When will you be done cooking?"

"Just a fruit salad will do. Are you hungry?"

"Of course, I'm tired and hungry..."

Fu Linzheng smiled, his broad body encircling her from behind. He fed her some fruit to fill her stomach first. "What are the plans for today? Don't you need to go to the studio?"

"You can take a day off; these next two days won't be so busy."

"I'm going to the parking lot for training this afternoon."

"You still have the energy to drive?"

Fu Linzheng's husky voice, tinged with a smile, brushed past her ear: "What kind of car do you want to drive?"

"Hmm..."

"Don't worry, I have the strength to drive both cars."

Rong Weiyue blushed and refused to agree with him. Fu Linzheng asked seriously, "Do you want to come with me this afternoon?"

"Um?"

Fu Linzheng’s nonchalant tone carried a hint of displeasure: “We’ve been married for so long, shouldn’t Mrs. Fu come and inspect my training place? Those people are always gloating and asking me if I’ve won you over yet. I’m even thinking of slapping the marriage certificate on their heads.”

When Rong Weiyue had a stomachache, Fu Linzheng carried her to the parking lot clinic. The news spread throughout the team that Zheng-ge's first love had reappeared in his life. However, Weiyue never showed up again, and everyone was filled with curiosity, wondering about the state of the two of them.

Rong Weiyue leaned against him, her bright eyes curving into crescents: "You didn't tell them we got married? I thought you couldn't resist."

“At first I wanted to say that, but I felt that taking you would be more impactful for them.”

Rong Weiyue smiled, actually feeling that she hadn't been involved enough in his life and work, and she wanted to know more about him. "Okay, then I'll go to training with you this afternoon."

After lunch, the two rested briefly, and Fu Linzheng drove her to the training ground on the outskirts of Beijing in his Bugatti.

A cool breeze blew in through the window as the two chatted sweetly.

More than an hour later, the Bugatti drove up to the mountainside, and the deep roar of the race car could be heard echoing through the valley in the distance. Rong Weiyue asked, "Is someone racing a car?"

"Yes, our reserve drivers are training."

Fu Linzheng has participated in fewer competitions in recent years, focusing more on working behind the scenes to cultivate more young Chinese people.

After a while, the car stopped at the entrance of the training ground. The two got out and went inside. Then, two young mechanical technicians saw Fu Linzheng leading a woman and exclaimed in shock, "Brother Zheng, what's this...?"

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow, put his arm around Rong Weiyue, and said lazily, "Is there any need to ask? Call her sister-in-law."

Good heavens!!!

The technicians quickly replied, "Hello, sister-in-law! Hello, sister-in-law!!!"

Rong Weiyue, always introverted, greeted them with a shy smile. The two of them then turned and rushed to announce their greeting to the entire convoy.

"Everyone, Brother Zheng has brought his wife!!"

A crowd gathered around: "Holy crap, is that true?! Brother Zheng brought a woman!"

"Go and see for yourselves, it's true!"

"Is that Sister Weiyue?!"

"I don't know, this is my first time seeing her too, but she's incredibly beautiful, has a great figure, and her smile is so sweet and gentle!"

"You guys didn't see Zheng's expression. He was like a peacock spreading its tail feathers. I've never seen him so smug even when we won the World Championship!"

"That must be Sister Weiyue, hahaha! He was so smug when he won her over in high school! Let's go, let's go see her!"

Almost the entire racing team came out. In the office, Fu Linzheng changed into a racing suit. The suit fit him well, outlining his broad shoulders and sharp waistline. His long, straight legs showed off his explosive power.

Rong Weiyue's heart was pounding, and she rubbed her cheeks: "Your team seems really excited..."

Fu Linzheng smiled, leaned down and kissed her lips: "After all these years, a woman has finally appeared by my side. How could they not be excited? Anyway, you've met many of them. If they're too shy, just hide in my arms."

"?"

Wouldn't that make her even more shy...?

Fu Linzheng then led her out of the office, and a swarm of car convoy members rushed over. Some of them recognized her and were so excited that their voices changed:

"It really is Sister Weiyue!! She's still my sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law, after six long years, you're finally back! We've missed you so much!"

"Master Zheng, you really succeeded in winning back your wife?!"

Fu Linzheng embraced Rong Weiyue, his laughter radiating charm: "What, isn't this something we expected?"

People said he was getting cocky. Rong Weiyue looked at several familiar faces and thought that six years ago, she was also brought here by Fu Linzheng. The team members were very friendly to her and would give her a lot of snacks. Many of them were older than her and treated her like a younger sister.

Those beautiful things are no longer just memories.

Rong Weiyue smiled and said to everyone, "Long time no see, I'm back."

Everyone was delighted: "The other day, when Brother Zheng carried his wife to the infirmary, we thought he had finally found love again, but it turned out to be Sister Weiyue. Brother Zheng has never truly let go of her all these years!!"

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, all these years we've only ever called you sister-in-law, hahaha!"

"Weiyue, you've gotten back together with Azheng? He just won you over?"

Fu Linzheng, dressed in a black racing suit, looked dashing and handsome. He looked down at Rong Weiyue with a clear smile on his lips: "Baby, aren't you going to introduce yourself to them as to who you are to me now?"

Facing the curious gazes of the crowd, Rong Weiyue smiled and said generously, "We're already married. Now I'm...his wife."

An uproar erupted in the crowd:

"Holy crap?! She got married?!"

"Really? Brother Zheng, your efficiency is amazing!"

"No wonder Brother Zheng is showing off like a peacock; he's really not afraid his wife will run away this time!"

Fu Linzheng took out the marriage certificate from his pocket and lazily sighed, "We got the certificate a while ago, but I was afraid it would upset you, so I only told you today. I tried my best to keep it low-key before."

"Holy crap, that's so annoying, hahaha!"

Everyone looked at the marriage certificate and clamored to treat everyone to a meal. Fu Linzheng readily agreed and told them to choose any place they wanted tonight.

The group headed towards the training ground. Rong Weiyue looked at Fu Linzheng and shyly tugged at his sleeve: "Can you be a little more discreet?"

"I couldn't keep a low profile. I'm already being kind by not putting up a banner or setting off firecrackers."

"..." She still had to thank him.

Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, they met the engineer and coach, who were happy to learn that the couple had registered their marriage and offered their congratulations with smiles.

"Finally, it's come to fruition. With Wei Yue here, A Zheng is clearly in much better shape."

“Weiyue, let’s exchange contact information quickly. If Azheng ever misbehaves in the future, I’ll contact you immediately. Only you can handle him from now on.”

Everyone burst into laughter, but Fu Linzheng scoffed, "Useless, no one can control me."

Rong Weiyue turned to look at him, "Can't I?"

Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against his cheek and honestly said, "Then we should listen to what my wife has to say."

"Hahaha, Brother Zheng was instantly won over!!"

"It's obvious at a glance, Brother Zheng is henpecked!"

After chatting and laughing for a while, Rong Weiyue didn't want to disturb Fu Linzheng, so she said she would sit down next to him. He patted her head and said, "Go ahead and wander around. If you want anything, just tell the people in the caravan. I'll come and keep you company later."

"good."

Fu Linzheng went to physical training first, and then went to the simulator room.

This is an indoor training room. Sitting in the simulator, which simulates various real tracks, he became completely focused after starting, his dark eyes sharp as a falcon's, his foot throbbing on the gas pedal, and he constantly communicated with the engineers.

When he is working, he is always completely focused.

During this time, Rong Weiyue wandered around the training ground. The team members who were free enthusiastically took her around. Finally, she returned to the outside of the simulator to handle her work. More than an hour later, Fu Linzheng finally came out.

"Are you bored waiting?" He walked closer and pulled her into his arms.

"No, I'm drawing a draft too."

Rong Weiyue, holding her tablet, was led downstairs by Fu Linzheng, who raised an eyebrow at her: "How about I take you for a drive around the training ground? The scenery on the mountain is beautiful."

"Don't you still have training?"

"Can't I take a break and spend some time with my wife? I can rest for half an hour and then go to the track to finish today's training."

Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Sure, show me around."

The two left the parking lot, and Fu Linzheng drove her to the top of the mountain. The deep, booming engine of the Bugatti echoed in the valley. The car was not going fast, but the wind was howling outside the window.

Rong Weiyue turned her head to look out the window. The trees on both sides of the mountain road were bare, bathed in a pale golden light in the afternoon. A few branches still had a few bright red fruits hanging on them. "Are those persimmon trees?"

“Yes,” Fu Linzheng followed her gaze, operating the steering wheel with one hand, “They’ve all fallen off because of the cold weather.”

Rong Weiyue looked at the orange-red lanterns and smiled. "My grandmother's family also grows persimmons. I love eating them. My mouth gets numb after a while."

Fu Linzheng smiled and ruffled her hair. "I'll bring you here to pick them next summer."

"OK……"

The Bugatti climbed all the way to the top of the mountain and stopped on a dry grassy field. The cold wind made the grass rustle. After getting out of the car, Fu Linzheng took her hand and walked forward. In the distance, there were layers of mountains and a few thin clouds drifted in the cold blue sky.

Looking down, there is a lake at the foot of the mountain, its surface covered with a thin layer of ice, shimmering with a golden luster, like stars swaying in the wind.

Rong Weiyue looked across the street, her eyes lighting up: "That's Huaixing Ridge, where we had dinner last night."

Today they arrived at the opposite side of Huaixing Ridge. Fu Linzheng smiled and hugged her: "It looks a bit desolate here now, but it will be better after winter. In spring, peach and apricot blossoms will bloom, and in summer there is an orchard at the foot of the mountain where you can pick peaches. In autumn, the entire mountain forest will be dyed red by maple leaves."

Rong Weiyue was tempted, "Then I'll come often in the future."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Fu is welcome to come and check up on me often."

Back in the car, the wind howled outside the window, but the interior was warm and quiet.

Fu Linzheng didn't start the car. He handed the young girl a cup of hot black tea. Rong Weiyue took a sip, smiled, and sighed:

"I'm so happy to be at your race track today. The people in your team are very friendly to me, and several of the younger guys even showed me around."

Fu Linzheng tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips. "You like playing with them?"

“Yes, they’re all such young guys,” Rong Weiyue said, sipping her tea, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous smile. “They’re all just like you when we first met, eighteen-year-old fresh meat.”

Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened:

"What? You think I'm too old?"

Rong Weiyue put down her black tea, pressed her lips together, and said, "Some things are just objective facts. Age is what it is. Fu Linzheng, don't be sad. You can't compare to her..."

Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, his burning breath forcefully covering her lips, stirring up intense jealousy. He was exceptionally domineering, and his intertwined lips and teeth almost destroyed her.

How could I possibly hear such a thing?

He exploded instantly.

Fu Linzheng gripped her body, his punitive kiss deepening, instantly overwhelming her with passion. His breath was heavy.

"No comparison?"

"Hmm..."

Fu Linzheng pressed him wickedly, "Have you forgotten how badly I...made you last night? I could make you like that when I was eighteen, weren't you even more submissive last night than you were six years ago?"

She's so mischievous, isn't he the only one who can satisfy her?

Rong Weiyue's cheeks turned as red as apples.

It has to be said that Fu Linzheng was already very skilled six years ago, but back then he mostly acted recklessly. Six years later, his mature charm was on full display, and he had more tricks up his sleeve and knew how to serve her. She simply couldn't resist him.

Rong Weiyue's head was spinning from his kisses, and she meowed, "I was just kidding, I was wrong..."

"Is it useful to be wrong now?"

The temperature rose inside the Bugatti's cramped cabin, the windows fogged up, and Fu Linzheng's dark eyes gleamed with a dark undercurrent. His rough, calloused fingers gripped her tightly, his voice hoarse and out of control as he issued the punishment order:

"Come here, sit on my lap."

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies about to take flight. "No..."

Regardless of her consent, Fu Linzheng adjusted his seat and pulled her face-to-face into his arms. Her back was pressed against the steering wheel, as if she were trapped in the cage he had built. His strong body left her with nowhere to retreat.

She pressed her hands against his chest, like a marshmallow being put into an oven. Fu Linzheng kissed her earlobe, his voice husky: "Baby, I want to *you* again."

She was shy and flustered: "Someone will see..."

Fu Linzheng chuckled: "This mountain belongs to me, and it's in the middle of nowhere, where would anyone be?"

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies as she leaned against him, "But no..."

Fu Linzheng then opened the storage compartment, where it was found.

? ?

This guy is awful! She finally understood why he suddenly brought her here for a drive; it turned out he wanted to have afternoon dessert.

Only a few hours have passed...

A cold wind howled outside the car, and the wilderness was empty and deserted, except for the silver-black Bugatti parked on the grass.

The kitten lay on the steering wheel, being held and kissed by him; its skin was as white as porcelain. The soufflé he had bought that afternoon emitted a sweet fragrance in the car.

After a while, Fu Linzheng's phone rang.

The man clung to her kisses, seemingly oblivious to her feelings. Rong Weiyue blushed and said, "You should answer the phone first..."

Fu Linzheng's brow furrowed, and he answered the call with a steady breath. A voice from the other end of the convoy said, "Brother Zheng, where are you? Weren't you supposed to be here for track training?"

Fu Linzheng bit her, his eyes burning, his breath coming out, his voice low and husky: "I don't have time now. Yueyue is hungry. I came out to get her something to eat. You guys rest first, it'll be forty minutes later."

The voice on the other end immediately replied, "Okay, Brother Zheng, you stay with your wife first..."

He hung up and casually tossed his phone onto the passenger seat. Rong Weiyue, hearing his nonsense, blushed and scolded him. Fu Linzheng bit his tongue and blurted out, "Did I say something wrong? Is the baby hungry? What do you want to eat?"

He deliberately refused, and she felt a burning sensation in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried as she whispered in his ear, "I...I want a really, really big hot dog..."

Hold.

Unexpectedly, the girl was so savage. Fu Linzheng's arm veins bulged, and his kiss landed heavily. The man bit her chin, his breath low and seductive:

"Baby, how about you break it open and eat it in one bite?"