Chapter 46 The familiar feeling of fullness washes over me…

Chapter 46

...Fifteen times in two days, what a terrifying number.

For a moment, Fu Zecheng, being a man, felt a little inferior.

No, what kind of stamina does this person have?!

He suddenly realized that it was quite impressive that Wei Yue could endure this level of discomfort, especially since it was just a simple low-grade fever!

Fu Linzheng coughed lightly, thinking of something: "This morning, I opened the bedroom window for a while, and Yueyue may have been exposed to the wind at that time."

Fu Zecheng: "..."

Why open the window so early in the morning? What's the purpose of opening the window? We dare not ask.

Fu Zecheng gave him a disdainful look, and considered the case solved: "Then it must be because she was overworked these past two days, caught a chill from the wind, and her resistance was already weak, which is why she got a fever. She needs to rest well these few days."

After saying that, he sighed helplessly: "There are some things... you should restrain yourself a little. I'm not asking you to become a monk, but you can't be a heartless person either. Don't you know what kind of body Wei Yue has? If she drinks the Chinese medicine for nothing, won't you feel bad?"

"..."

The man swallowed hard, a wave of guilt washing over him, and gave a low reply.

Fu Zecheng prescribed the medicine, and Fu Linzheng got up to go to the kitchen to cook porridge. After a while, Fu Zecheng came over, gave him the medicine, explained how to take it, and then looked at him, raising an eyebrow playfully:

"How about I prescribe you a box of Hui Ren Shen Bao tablets? You should take some tonics; you seem pretty weak."

Fu Linzheng scoffed, "No need."

Fu Zecheng smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't take medicine, but remember to supplement your diet with food."

He walked to the liquor cabinet and unceremoniously picked out a bottle of Penfolds Grange. When he returned, he saw Fu Linzheng scooping millet porridge out of the clay pot and making a steamed egg custard. The table was a mess, with spilled and overflowing porridge everywhere.

Fu Zecheng glanced at what he had done, then clapped in astonishment:

"Young Master Fu, I really admire your cooking skills."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "You also think I'm a good cook?"

"Yes, it's good enough to make an earthquake disaster film."

"……roll."

Fu Zecheng clicked his tongue in amazement: "No wonder Wei Yue is so thin. I'm glad I didn't stay for dinner."

He looked down at the white fluffy ball at his feet: "Phew, I feel sorry for you all these years. You've suffered with your father. No wonder you're still so small."

Fu Linzheng: "...Get out of here."

Was he really that bad?

Huhu patted Fu Zecheng's slippers with its little paws in agreement, its palm-leaf ears drooping down.

Fu Zecheng smiled, stopped teasing Fu Linzheng, and sent him a few light recipes that his patients could eat. "Make some of these. I'm leaving now. I've taken the wine."

The door closed, and the room fell silent. Fu Linzheng looked at Hu Hu lying beside him, licked his back teeth, and questioned, "Fu Hu Hu, put your hand on your heart and tell me, have the meals I've cooked for you all these years been that bad? If they have, then say so; if they haven't, then stay silent."

Huhu: ? #￥@&%

Fu Linzheng glanced at it: "Fine, at least you have some conscience."

Huhu: ...

Fu Linzheng carried the food to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, touched the little girl's slightly feverish cheeks, and coaxed her tenderly, "Baby, get up and eat something before taking your medicine, okay?"

"Um……"

Rong Weiyue forced herself to sit up, exhausted, and he pulled her into his arms. She looked up at him, her watery eyes still drowsy: "What did Fu Zecheng say? Why do I have a fever?"

Fu Linzheng coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Because we've gone too far these past few days."

Hmm...

So that's really why...

She had considered this possibility today, and when her friends found out, she was so embarrassed that her ears burned. She turned her head away, puffed out her cheeks like a kitten, and bit his neck, saying angrily, "You culprit, you should reflect on yourself."

These words had no effect whatsoever; her voice was so soft it sounded like she was being coquettish. He was completely charmed by her cuteness and, with a guilty smile, admitted, "Yeah, it's all my fault."

He whispered in her ear in a deep voice, "But who was it that kept telling me last night that it wasn't enough, that it felt so good and that you liked it so much, that you were holding me so tightly and wouldn't let me pull out, that you wanted to do it again? You drove me crazy. If I hadn't seen you about to faint this morning, would I have let you go?"

Hmm...

Her indulgence is partly to explain why he's been acting so wildly these past two days.

She finally experienced the joy she had missed for six years, and it was even more wonderful than it had been six years ago. Moreover, Fu Linzheng was so good at it, and they were so compatible. She wanted to get closer to him, inside and out.

His words made her ears tingle, and she retorted shyly, "That was at the beginning, okay? Who knew you'd keep us up until after 3 a.m.? I even begged you in the end..."

Unable to argue with him, she decided to bite him again and concluded, "Anyway, I'm going to rest well for the next few days, so you're not allowed to do anything reckless."

Fu Linzheng patted her head and joked, "With your physique, would I dare to push you any further? In a serious case, I'd have to abstain from sex for a month."

He finally understood that she was like "cotton" – easily stressed and prone to problems.

Rong Weiyue leaned on his shoulder and muttered, "That won't do. We need sustainable development."

Fu Linzheng smiled and patted her head: "Then eat something first, I'll feed you, okay?"

"good……"

Fu Linzheng brought the tray over, and Rong Weiyue took a closer look, then froze—

On top of it was a bowl of millet porridge that looked like thin soup, an egg custard with a skin wrinkled like an eighty-year-old's face, and a bowl of strangely pasty yam puree.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked cautiously, "Did you just make this?"

Fu Linzheng replied lazily, "Yeah, there wasn't enough time, so there wasn't much of a chance to show off."

"..." Didn't he overdo it?

Rong Weiyue suppressed her doubts and sweetly praised him, "It's okay, it looks delicious."

Fu Linzheng fed her slowly, and Rong Weiyue ate bite by bite. After a while, she couldn't help but murmur, "Fu Linzheng, could you get me a bag of pickled vegetables? And could you also get me a bowl of millet porridge, with less soup and more rice?"

"..."

"What, is my steamed egg custard not as good as the pickled mustard greens?"

She muttered softly, "It tastes good, but it's a little bland."

"..."

Fu Linzheng had no choice but to get some pickled vegetables and ladle in a bowl of thicker porridge, continuing to feed her. Thinking of Fu Zecheng's sarcastic remarks earlier, he casually asked, "Baby, what do you think of my cooking?"

Rong Weiyue looked up at him, blinked and smiled: "What kind of cooking are you talking about?"

Fu Linzheng chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Rong Weiyue, what's on your mind all day? I know how good I am at cooking in that area, do I need to ask you? I'm talking about the food you're eating right now."

"Now..." Not wanting to discourage the young master, she could only coax him softly, "It's fine now."

Fu Linzheng lowered his lips and said lazily, "Alright, since you can talk, tell me what dishes I usually like to cook? Or what dishes I've made that you think are pretty good? Just list a few, no need to list too many."

"..."

Rong Weiyue tried hard to recall, then pursed her lips and replied, "Pasta is delicious, like the tomato pasta, black truffle pasta, and black pepper pasta you made before."

Fu Linzheng sneered: "That's because of the seasoning packet."

"..."

Rong Weiyue thought for a moment, her dimples curving upwards: "And there's fruit salad, fruit salad is delicious."

"..."

It's just cutting fruit and adding salad dressing, is that so difficult?

Rong Weiyue continued to think, "The yam and pork rib porridge I had before was also quite delicious."

Upon hearing her answer, Fu Linzheng realized that anything he interfered with too much was not going well. He stared at her and said, "Rong Weiyue, just give an objective evaluation of my cooking skills."

Is it objective?

"Hmm, no need to flatter me."

"You have no cooking skills."

"..."

Fu Linzheng's face immediately fell.

He looked up at her, somewhat doubting his own existence: "I've made so much, and not a single dish is edible?"

Rong Weiyue looked at his face, which was full of shattered confidence, and quickly suppressed a laugh as she gently comforted him:

"Actually, everyone has weaknesses. You're so good at everything else, and if you're such a good cook, how are we supposed to compete? You never had much opportunity to cook before, and you only recently started cooking for me. You're already better than many husbands who don't cook!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against his cheek, the corners of his lips curving up and down again. Rong Weiyue smiled and coaxed him with child psychology: "Besides, I weighed myself yesterday and I've gained two pounds. It's so wonderful to eat your cooking. Your cooking skills will definitely get better and better. A-Zheng is so amazing, he'll succeed at everything he does."

When Fu Linzheng met her bright eyes, he knew that this was what she was really thinking. "Why do you have such a sweet tongue?"

Rong Weiyue's eyes curved into crescent moons as Fu Linzheng fed her porridge, saying, "Two jin is nothing. Anyway, I have the strongest learning ability, so learning to cook is definitely no problem for me. Give me some more time, and I'll take care of all of this from now on."

He couldn't bear to see her cook, didn't want her to get tired. He thought he had finally married a girl who deserved to be pampered for life. She had had such a hard time all those years alone, but now that he was here, she should be a princess who never had to lift a finger.

She smiled and agreed.

After finishing her porridge and taking her medicine, Rong Weiyue lay down to rest. Fu Linzheng fed her and Hu Hu dinner. After dinner, the little guy wagged his tail and came in, rubbed against the edge of the bed, and when no one chased him away, he jumped on the bed, rolled into a ball, and lay down next to Rong Weiyue, soft and warm, serving as a hand warmer for his mother.

Its tail swished slowly. Rong Weiyue opened her eyes and saw it. Thinking of Fu Linzheng's previous description, it was indeed very good at providing emotional value. She smiled and rubbed its head, "My baby is the best."

Huhu nestled against her palm, acting all cute. Fu Linzheng walked in and saw this sycophantic scene. He scoffed, "He was yelling at me for cooking too slowly, but after finishing his meal, he turned around and came in to fawn over you. He's using all his rebellious tendencies on me."

Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows, "It inherited your genes and loves me just like you, is that not allowed?"

Fu Linzheng: "...Fine, I can't argue with that."

Rong Weiyue smiled and continued sleeping. Fu Linzheng sat by her bedside, texting Huaiyu: "[Find me a chef, skilled in Hunan and Sichuan cuisine, and also able to teach some nourishing home-style dishes. I want to learn.]"

Huaiyu was shocked when he saw the message: [Zheng-ge, you've been training so much lately, and you're even learning to cook? Can you manage?]

Fu Linzheng said lazily, "How can I not be busy? My wife comes first."

Huaiyu sighed, "It still has to be my sister-in-law. Brother Zheng is on the path of becoming a husband and there's no turning back..."

An hour later, Rong Weiyue broke out in a sweat and her fever subsided. Fu Linzheng carefully wiped her sweat and changed her into pajamas. She felt better and said she felt stuffy in the room all day and wanted to get out of bed for a walk.

So Fu Linzheng accompanied her to the living room to watch a movie. The young girl was still a little sore all over and ordered the man to help her massage her.

She sprawled lazily on the sofa like a fish, and Fu Linzheng massaged her. Seeing her like this, he asked, "Is it that serious?"

She pouted and said coquettishly, "It's all your fault..."

Last night, she was kneeling, standing, and clinging to his waist to keep from falling. He also pressed her into an M-shape, an L-shape, and a starfish shape. She was also lying on her side with one leg lifted up by him. She was like a glutinous rice cake, rolling around. If it weren't for her good flexibility, she would have fallen apart long ago.

Fu Linzheng smirked: "Didn't you say you were afraid I wasn't as good as I was in high school? I have to prove you wrong, right? I think it's you who's not as strong as you used to be."

"There weren't so many times before..."

Fu Linzheng was previously the horror version, now it's the horror max version.

After a while, the massage ended, and he picked her up again. Fu Linzheng looked at her soft face and lowered his head to kiss her, but Rong Weiyue pressed her hands against his chest: "I still have a cold, I'll give it to you later..."

Fu Linzheng gripped the back of her neck, his dark eyes deep: "Then infect me with it, and get well soon. It breaks my heart to see you always sick."

His warm breath enveloped her, slowly penetrating her teeth and rubbing against her red lips. Rong Weiyue's eyelashes fluttered, but she couldn't help closing her eyes and taking the initiative to cling to his neck.

A cold wind swept past the window, but the room, filled with the scent of mugwort, was exceptionally warm. He was as gentle as water, yet he could melt hearts.

Fu Linzheng knew there was nothing he could do, except kiss. After the movie ended, he said, "Can we go back to sleep now?"

"Um."

Fu Linzheng picked her up and carried her back to the room. Rong Weiyue said, "By the way, could you please bring me my tablet and the leather notebook from my drawer? I need to reply to an email."

Fu Linzheng responded, put her on the bed, went to the next bedroom to find the tablet, and then went to find the laptop, asking, "Yueyue, where is your laptop?"

He casually pulled open the bedside table drawer under the tablet and saw several strangely shaped medicine bottles inside.

His gaze paused.

He frowned slightly in confusion. Before he could take a closer look, he heard the little girl walk over. He closed the drawer, and a sweet, soft voice came from outside: "It's the desk drawer."

Fu Linzheng suppressed his thoughts, took out the notebook, and walked out. Rong Weiyue smiled, took it from him, and pulled him back, "Let's go."

Back in her room, she leaned against the pillows and dealt with emails. Fu Linzheng looked at her radiant face, his brows furrowing slightly, a shadow falling over his heart. Rong Weiyue looked up in bewilderment and saw his deep eyes:

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to lie down?"

"Um."

Fu Linzheng sat down to keep her company. Rong Weiyue finished her work and said, "I'm done."

Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms, looked at her, swallowed the words that were about to come out, kissed her cheek, and said softly, "Go to sleep quickly."

Rong Weiyue smiled and closed her eyes, "Goodnight, my husband..."

Fu Linzheng stroked her soft, long hair, his heart churning.

Rong Weiyue quickly fell asleep in his arms.

In the stillness of the night, Fu Linzheng quietly got out of bed and went to the next bedroom. The door was pushed open, and the dim light from the hallway lamp shone in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, opened the drawer, and saw the medicine bottle inside again.

He picked up one of the blue medicine bottles. The bottle was worn and old, and the edge of the label had been repeatedly rubbed. The name of the medicine was clearly written:

Zolpidem.

Fu Linzheng's breath hitched, and his brows furrowed.

There were several boxes of medicine next to it, some half empty and wrinkled, others with only one or two pills left, neatly stored at the back, indicating they hadn't been touched recently.

Fu Linzheng nervously took out all the products, pulled out his phone, and searched for them one by one. The results, illuminated by the cold light of the screen, showed: [Anti-depression, anti-anxiety, treatment of severe insomnia, prolonging sleep duration, reducing nighttime anxiety...]

Words exploded before my eyes, sharp as knives.

Fu Linzheng felt as if his heart was being choked, and his throat was dry.

He hunched over and looked down at the medicine again, his fingertips turning white, his deep black eyes reddening, and his breathing tense.

Why is she taking these medications...?

Why didn't he know...?

He realized why she had specifically told him not to make noise after 11 p.m. when she moved in, as she had difficulty falling back asleep if she was woken up.

He never knew she had such severe insomnia that she needed this medication to relieve it.

He knew she had suffered a lot alone over the past six years, but he didn't know it had gotten so bad that she needed antidepressants. How did she manage to get through it all? What had she been through...?

His little girl was a very sensitive and fragile girl. He used to be able to protect her, but later he was no longer by her side. How lonely she must be.

They've been married for so long, and he only found out now...

The room was quiet. Guilt surged through Fu Linzheng's chest like a flood, so intense it almost suffocated him.

If he hadn't been so proud and self-respecting back then, and had clung to her a little longer, wouldn't she have ended up breaking up with him? It's all his fault...

He lowered his bloodshot eyes, a sharp bitterness rising in his throat, as if every pill she had swallowed was now dissolving in his throat, entering his bloodstream, and spreading throughout his body.

The next day, when Rong Weiyue woke up, she felt an arm across her waist and a warm chest pressed against her back, enveloping her tightly.

She turned and met Fu Linzheng's gaze, then froze: "Why are you still home at this hour...?"

Fu Linzheng had been sleepless all night. When he saw her wake up, he reached out and hugged her even tighter, his voice low and hoarse: "Baby."

She hugged him, bewildered, "What's wrong...?"

He was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a hoarse voice: "Last night I went to look for your notebook and found those medicines in your bedside table."

Rong Weiyue was stunned.

Fu Linzheng's eyes flashed with a dark light as he looked at him with heartache: "Why didn't you tell me all this time?"

Rong Weiyue lowered her eyes and smiled, "It's nothing, I just didn't want you to worry..."

Fu Linzheng felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he blamed himself more than anything else, murmuring, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for finding out too late."

Her nose stung with tears, and she shook her head. "It's not your fault, I'm really fine. I've stopped taking a lot of my medications..."

When did you start taking those medications?

She whispered, "First year of freshman year..."

She pursed her lips, her throat tightening: "I was a bit depressed and anxious in college, and I felt really bad. Later, I was afraid something would happen to me, so I went to see a doctor."

She lost a lot of weight during her first year of college, but gained it back for a while after taking medication for depression. After stopping the medication, her weight started to drop again, and her health has not been very good.

"Why did you take those medicines back then?" Fu Linzheng asked.

Rong Weiyue's eyes trembled slightly, and she suddenly fell silent. Seeing this, Fu Linzheng patted her head and comforted her, "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, we won't."

Rong Weiyue raised the corners of her lips and said softly, "I'm much better now. It's just that I had a lot of work pressure and some insomnia recently, and I was still taking zolpidem. But lately, with you by my side, I really haven't had any insomnia."

Fu Linzheng felt a sharp pain in his heart. "Can we stop taking this medicine?"

Rong Weiyue said softly, "A doctor needs to diagnose this before I can make a judgment. I used to be a bit psychologically dependent on it, and I always felt that I couldn't sleep if I didn't eat it..."

Fu Linzheng stroked her face gently and said, "Yueyue, believe me, I'm here for you from now on. You won't need to rely on these things anymore, okay? I'll be with you and we'll gradually reduce the dosage of this medicine."

He knew that all medicines have side effects, and he was worried that they might harm her health. He also didn't want her to bear all her worries alone.

Her nose tingled with emotion upon hearing this, and she nodded slightly, "Okay."

With him around, what does she have to be afraid of?

Fu Linzheng carried her to wash up. Today, she had basically recovered. He accompanied her to see a psychologist. After the examination, the doctor said, "Miss Rong's mental state is quite good at the moment. The dosage of zolpidem can be gradually reduced, and she will not need to take it anymore in the future."

Rong Weiyue smiled faintly at Fu Linzheng, and he embraced her, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Afterwards, he took her to his studio. At noon, Fu Linzheng sent someone to bring her lunch and made sure she took her cold medicine and went for a nap, saying, "Make sure you're covered up properly so you don't catch a cold."

Rong Weiyue's smile spilled into her dimples: "Fu Linzheng, do you think I don't know how to take a nap? Why are you treating me like a child?"

“To me, you’re just a kid, a preschooler who hasn’t even graduated yet,” the man said lazily, “Even kids don’t get sick like you.”

She gave a soft hum.

Over the next few days, Fu Linzheng cooked for Rong Weiyue every day after finishing his work and took care of her health, and her cold gradually got better.

He also found a chef that Huaiyu had found, and he attends culinary training classes every day.

Meanwhile, Fu Linzheng also learned from his family that his younger sister Ni Yin had broken up with Song Zhan. On Ni Yin's birthday, a grand banquet was held. Rong Weiyue was working overtime at the studio and couldn't get away, so Fu Linzheng went home alone to attend.

When Rong Weiyue got home that evening, she saw that the trending topics on her phone were all about Ni Yin revealing her identity as Ming Heng's daughter, which refuted many of the haters. Fu Linzheng told her that the Song Zhan family had also come tonight, and their expressions were quite unpleasant.

"Did you hit Song Zhan?" Rong Weiyue took off Fu Linzheng's scarf.

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "Huh? How did you know?"

"With your fiery temper, how could you possibly ignore Yinyin after she's suffered such a great injustice?"

"That scumbag deserves to be beaten up. I would have given him a punch without being too harsh."

Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "That's right, I also think that Song Zhan isn't very good. Yinyin will definitely meet someone better in the future."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow and sighed, "I actually hope she doesn't get married so soon. After all, there aren't many men in this world as outstanding and impeccable as me."

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh, "Narcissistic."

Fu Linzheng grabbed her waist and forcefully kissed her, "Isn't that right?"

She smiled and begged for mercy, but he carried her back to her room.

The next day, Rong Weiyue also called Ni Yin to check on her. Ni Yin laughed and said that everything was fine and that she didn't need to worry. She said that she would come to have dinner with Rong Weiyue after she finished her work in the next two days. Rong Weiyue smiled and agreed.

In the evening, Fu Linzheng came to the studio to pick up Rong Weiyue and take her home. He said he would cook her a white crucian carp soup tonight to nourish her body. Rong Weiyue wondered which recipe app he had been studying on. "You've been enjoying cooking so much lately?"

He tapped the steering wheel and said nonchalantly, "Of course, I like to do both in bed and out of bed."

This person...

To everyone's surprise, a little while later he actually went to the supermarket, bought a white crucian carp, and cooked it quite well.

At dinner, a steaming bowl of fish soup was served. Fu Linzheng ladled a bowl for her, and Rong Weiyue took a sip, her eyes lighting up:

"This tastes so good! Where did you learn to cook? Are you really a culinary genius?"

Fu Linzheng, of course, wouldn't mention that he had ruined five fish in a row that afternoon under the chef's guidance. He calmly picked the fish meat off her bones, his thin lips curving into a smile: "There's nothing I can do. My intelligence is what it is. I'm gifted at everything."

How come she didn't see that this person had a talent for cooking...?

Rong Weiyue didn't think much of it, praised him repeatedly, finished all the fish soup, and encouraged him to cook more in the future.

After dinner, Fu Linzheng urged her to rest in the living room while he cleaned up.

After finishing his work, he went to get some water. His phone on the bar vibrated, and it was Huaiyu calling: "Brother Zheng, I just received an invitation from the SEDR Safe Driving Research Institute. They are currently preparing a project to film an educational documentary called 'Borderline Decision Making,' and they would like to invite you to participate in the filming."

Huaiyu paused for a moment, then added, "The location is Lucerne, Switzerland."

Fu Linzheng paused in his action of filling the container with water.

Huaiyu cautiously probed, "Brother Zheng, if you don't want to go, I'll politely decline on your behalf."

A few seconds later, warm water overflowed the cup and trickled down his fingertips. Fu Linzheng snapped out of his daze, turned off the water dispenser, and said in a deep, hoarse voice:

"Show me the invitation email."

In the past, Fu Linzheng would have refused without a doubt.

Huaiyu paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

A short while later, a screenshot of the email arrived. He read through the English text, which mentioned that the documentary was dedicated to providing psychological support and risk awareness training for more young professional drivers. It was filmed privately, respecting his privacy and not subjecting him to forced exposure.

The last few lines were written in English:

Dear Mr. Fu, we understand that you are unwilling to talk about that past, and you are perfectly free to refuse, which we respect. However, you have the right to forget, and you are even more qualified to return and move forward as a strong person.

Your story may become a source of help for someone in a time of crisis.

We look forward to your response.

SEDR (European Society for the Study of Accidents in Motorsports)

Jonathan, Head of International Affairs

As Fu Linzheng looked at the email, his right hand twitched slightly, the pain spreading to his bones along with the chill of the torrential rain during their breakup.

A chill ran up from the soles of my feet.

His throat tightened.

The indoor heating was on full blast, and Fu Linzheng felt stuffy and couldn't help but push open the glass door and walk out onto the balcony to let the cold air extinguish the suffocating feeling in his chest.

He instinctively reached into his pocket for a lighter, but it was empty.

The young woman didn't like him smoking, so he quit after they got married.

In his right pocket was only a slightly stiff paper booklet. Fu Linzheng leaned against the railing, lowered his eyes, and took out the marriage certificate from his pocket.

The photo of Rong Weiyue standing beside him with her clear, smiling face slowly melted away the slight redness in his eyes.

A few more snowflakes drifted down outside, the cold wind howled, and white fluff landed on his shoulders.

As night fell and all was quiet, Fu Linzheng looked up into the room. In the warmly lit living room, Rong Weiyue sat cross-legged on the carpet, snuggling into her arms, which made Fu Linzheng's eyes crinkle with a smile, her face fair and gentle.

With her there, there was Huhu, and there was laughter and joy.

It was the most beautiful picture of home in his imagination.

Now, the wish has come true.

She's back, so what does he have to fear?

After a long silence, Fu Linzheng let out a sigh of relief and sent Huaiyu a message: [Reply to SEDR, I will go.]

In the living room, Rong Weiyue was wiping away Hu Hu's tears when she felt someone hug her from behind. Fu Linzheng's broad chest, carrying the chill of snow, completely encircled her, yet it seemed as if he was trying to draw warmth from her.

"What are you doing?" His low, husky voice was close to her ear.

"Wiping Hu Hu's tear ducts."

Rong Weiyue leaned against him, "Didn't you say you were going to get a glass of water? Why did it take you so long?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I just took care of some official business."

Before Rong Weiyue could say anything, Fu Linzheng raised his hand and held the back of her neck. His hot breath immediately came to her, their lips and teeth grinding together, exchanging breaths. He possessed her with a greedy desire, yet he treated her with the utmost care, as if she were a precious treasure, and he fused her into his very bones and into his life.

"Yueyue..." he kissed her, calling her nickname in a hoarse voice.

It was as if they were confirming the reality of her existence.

Rong Weiyue's heart fluttered, and she raised her hand to wrap around his waist, responding to his advances.

The air grew thinner, the kiss ended, the woman's red lips glistened, she breathed softly, meeting his slightly reddish dark eyes, sensing his odd expression: "What's wrong?"

Fu Linzheng composed himself and curled his lips into a smile: "It's nothing, I just want to kiss my wife, is that not allowed?"

She blushed and said "oh". He patted her head and changed the subject: "I'm going to Switzerland on a business trip the day after tomorrow, and I'll probably be back in three days."

"Are you going to a competition? Or just training?"

“No,” he paused, “other official business.”

Seeing that he was reluctant to talk about it, Rong Weiyue assumed it involved business secrets and didn't press him further. She nodded in agreement, "Then you should focus on your work and don't worry about me. I'll definitely take good care of myself."

His voice was low and flirtatious: "Okay, I'll check it when I get back."

She blushed, "It'll probably be worse by the time you finish your checkup..."

That night, Fu Linzheng held Rong Weiyue in his arms and gradually fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again.

He arrived again on that sweltering afternoon.

The blazing sun shimmered before his eyes, heat waves emanated from the air, firelight danced with the summer breeze, and the roar of engines filled his ears. His vision blurred, and he plunged into the abyss once more.

In the darkness, a girl appeared ahead.

It was Rong Weiyue, wearing a white shirt and school uniform skirt, her long hair wet with rain, her face aloof.

The rain poured down from the sky, and she looked at him coldly:

"Fu Linzheng, let's break up."

"From now on, we'll go our separate ways and wish each other well. Please let me go."

She turned and left indifferently.

"Yueyue, Yueyue, don't go..."

He plunged into the rain, running desperately toward her, but the rain swallowed her figure, and the distance between them seemed to be stretched into an eternal chasm.

No matter what he did, he couldn't catch up and could only let the rain blur his vision.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and my consciousness gradually went blank.

Suddenly, Rong Weiyue's gentle voice reached his ears, pulling him out of the abyss: "A-Zheng, A-Zheng..."

He jolted awake from the nightmare.

Fu Linzheng opened his eyes, sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and met the worried gaze of the little girl beside the bed.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Rong Weiyue asked worriedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Fu Linzheng's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and the next second he pulled her tightly into his arms as if he had regained something he had lost, his head pressed against the crook of her neck, his eyes red and burning:

"Thank goodness it was just a dream...you didn't leave..."

For the past six years, countless times in the middle of the night, he would wake up in that heavy rain, with no one beside him.

Only now, when he opens his eyes, is she by his side.

Rong Weiyue was confused and felt a pang of sadness. She gently patted his back and softly comforted him, "I didn't leave, of course I didn't leave."

She had just been woken up by Fu Linzheng's voice, thinking he was calling her. But instead, he had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if he were trapped in a dark and hopeless cage.

She had never seen this side of him before.

She had never seen him have nightmares before.

Rong Weiyue soothed her gently.

When Rong Weiyue woke up the next morning, she asked him about the previous night. Fu Linzheng composed himself and didn't say much, only holding her in his arms, his voice hoarse:

"Never leave me again in this lifetime."

"Otherwise... I really will die."

She told him not to talk nonsense, blinking in bewilderment: "Of course I won't leave, aren't we married?"

Fu Linzheng held her hand tightly, his breath hot and lingering, his voice hoarse and fierce: "If you leave again, I will definitely bring you back, lock you in the room and make love to you, and never let you out again."

Rong Weiyue blushed and scolded him playfully. Finally, she intertwined her fingers with the man's, their wedding rings gleaming in the morning light, illuminating her clear eyes and reflecting his image.

"Fu Linzheng, I will not leave, I will never do it again."

How could he be so foolish as to suddenly bring up something like that?

She would never leave again.

Throughout the rest of the day, Fu Linzheng would send her messages from time to time, and they would video chat in the morning, noon, and afternoon. She was puzzled, and the man said in a low voice, "I just want to talk to you more."

She sensed something was off about him, and seeing that he didn't say much, she just smiled and said, "Okay, I'll keep you company."

That evening at home, Rong Weiyue helped Fu Linzheng pack his luggage. He didn't have much to bring, but he kept reminding her to eat on time and take her medicine. Rong Weiyue smiled helplessly: "It's your business trip, not mine, and you've only been gone for three days."

"Three days isn't long enough? I want to put you in my pocket and take you away."

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, "Fu Linzheng, you say I'm clingy? You're the clingy one."

"You're always the one clinging to me, so shouldn't I cling back to you?"

She let out a soft moan of embarrassment. Fu Linzheng embraced her, looked down at her, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Baby, I want you. Will you give yourself to me?"

Her heart fluttered, and she missed him. She took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss his lips.

Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened, and he immediately picked her up and threw her into the soft embrace.

The man spoke with unusual gentleness and slowness, as if deliberately taking his time. After a while, she urged him in a sweet voice, and Fu Linzheng chuckled: "Baby, why do you snore like a snoring dog when you're hungry?"

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and soon the light and shadow in her watery eyes created ripples.

She was being kissed, and a familiar, lingering feeling washed over her.

She had a fever before, and Fu Linzheng had been very well-behaved these past few days. Now, after a few days apart, his dark eyes burned with desire: "Baby, do you like it?"

The kitten shed tears: "I like you, how could you do this..."

Fu Linzheng held her tightly: "Isn't this what you like?"

He was also suffering, trying to coax her... in an unusually wicked way: "It's only been a few days, and the baby... is already like this... it's... right?"

The night outside the window was quiet, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden in the clouds.

…She collapsed like a small cake, crying as he pulled her into his arms. Fu Linzheng kissed away her sweat and said in a hoarse voice:

"Baby, I love you, I love you so much."

She nestled into his arms, responding to his affection.

The next morning, Fu Linzheng was about to leave.

Rong Weiyue had originally offered to see him off, but he told her to continue sleeping, kissed her for a while, and then reluctantly left.

She woke up around 8 a.m. and thought about how Fu Linzheng had kept asking her if she loved him the night before, wanting to hear her admit it again and again.

Moreover, his mood has seemed strange these past few days.

She couldn't figure it out; something just felt off.

After a busy day at the studio, Rong Weiyue received a call from Ni Yin in the evening.

Ni Yin happened to be free today and planned to come to visit her with her mother, Ni Yingzhi. Rong Weiyue readily agreed and rushed home.

After tidying up the house briefly, the doorbell rang, and Ni Yingzhi and Ni Yin arrived. The mother and daughter stood together, looking like they were cut from the same mold, exceptionally beautiful and elegant.

"Mom, Yinyin—"

Ni Yingzhi smiled and responded, Ni Yin's dimples curving as she threw herself into her arms, "Sister-in-law!"

Rong Weiyue smiled and hugged her. Ni Yin sighed, "It's been so long. We finally got good news from you and my brother. I said there was something going on between you two when you came to our house for dinner last time. Sure enough, living under the same roof makes your relationship heat up quickly."

Ni Yingzhi laughed: "Alright, let go of your sister-in-law now. You're blocking the doorway, why aren't you going in?"

Rong Weiyue greeted the two of them with a smile. Ni Yingzhi had brought her abalone, bird's nest, and other delicacies to nourish her body. Also, since she had casually mentioned wanting to eat dumplings at the Fu family's old house, Ni Yingzhi had made many different kinds of wontons and dumplings and brought them over, making it convenient for her to be home alone.

Rong Weiyue accepted the gift with gratitude, saying that she could cook something and the three of them could eat together.

Ni Yin smiled and picked up Hu Hu, who jumped up to her side. She then showed her mother around the house. Ni Yingzhi looked at the furniture that Rong Weiyue had added and liked it too: "The house that A Zheng used to live in was so cold and lifeless. Now it feels like a home, so warm and cozy."

Ni Yin smiled faintly: "Where my brother is, that's home. I bet he'll want to rush back as soon as he finishes his business trip."

“That’s good. I was worried that he would settle abroad in the future. If he stays in Beijing every month, he won’t be able to go anywhere.”

The mother and daughter went to the kitchen. Rong Weiyue brought over the washed cherries, and Ni Yingzhi said she would cook dumplings and told the two girls to go and chat.

Rong Weiyue and Ni Yin sat in front of the central island to keep her company. Ni Yin noticed the diamond ring on Rong Weiyue's hand. "This ring is beautiful. It's a moon. My brother is quite romantic. Hey, why are you wearing two rings?"

Rong Weiyue smiled: "We made this together in high school."

"No wonder, it looked so familiar."

Ni Yin took Rong Weiyue's arm and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm so happy for you and my brother. I haven't had a chance to congratulate you in person yet. You two have gone from school uniforms to wedding dresses. Not every relationship that lasts this long has a happy ending."

Rong Weiyue boiled water to make tea. Seeing Ni Yin's gloomy expression, she remembered Ni Yin's breakup with Song Zhan and quickly comforted her, "Yin Yin, you are great too. You will definitely meet someone who cherishes you."

"Sigh, I don't even want to date anymore. I guess I'll never get married." Ni Yin said, resting her chin on her hand and biting into a cherry.

Rong Weiyue smiled and cut open a packet of jasmine tea. "Whether you get married or not is fine. You might change your mind if you meet someone you like in the future. I thought the same way as you before."

Ni Yingzhi took out the dumpling box, turned to look at the two children, and said in a gentle reproach, "Yueyue, look how thin you are, even thinner than Yinyin. How does Azheng take care of you? Come back for dinner this weekend, and Mom will cook you something delicious."

"Okay, thank you, Mom." Rong Weiyue smiled, her dimples appearing.

Ni Yingzhi put the dumplings into the pot: "Where is A-Zheng going on his business trip this time? Will he be back this weekend?"

Rong Weiyue picked up the kettle to rinse the teacups and casually said, "He went to Lucerne, Switzerland, and will be back on Friday."

"Lucerne?!"

The mother and daughter of the Ni family were startled almost simultaneously.

Rong Weiyue looked up and nodded in confusion: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Ni Yin stared at her in disbelief: "My brother... he hasn't been there for six years. He has a psychological trauma from that place and has never been able to set foot there..."

Rong Weiyue's heart sank, and she was even more puzzled: "Psychological trauma? Why?"

Ni Yingzhi looked at her, surprised that she was completely unaware: "Yueyue, didn't Azheng mention it to you?"

Rong Weiyue paused slightly in her movements, and her heart tightened suddenly.

What was mentioned?

Rong Weiyue was puzzled, but the next moment she heard Ni Yingzhi slowly speak:

"The summer after you graduated from high school, he was training in Lucerne... and had a very serious car accident. He was in a coma for two whole weeks and his life was hanging by a thread... He almost died abroad."

These words are like sharp knives, stabbing heavily.

The hot tea suddenly poured out, overflowing from the rim of the cup and landing on her fingertips.

Rong Weiyue's hand trembled violently from the heat, the teacup slipped from her hand, and her heart felt as if a massive boulder had struck her.

Her ears were ringing, her mind went completely blank, "Car accident..."