Chapter 5, "Rong Weiyue, it was you who didn't want me."...

Chapter 05

As dusk settled, the glow of sunset spread across the sky.

Finally, Rong Weiyue left the school. The road was bustling with traffic, and the crowded taillights merged into a sea of ​​fluorescent lights.

Midway through, Yin Lu called. Her boyfriend had stood her up, and she went to eat alone. She chatted with Rong Weiyue and learned what had just happened. Yin Lu clicked her tongue in amazement: "'Just throw it away like that'... It seems Fu Linzheng holds a deep grudge against you?"

A cool breeze rushed in through the car window, and Rong Weiyue's mind was once again filled with the heavy rain from six years ago.

Behind the teaching building on the university campus, Fu Linzheng was soaked to the bone. His hand, which she had flung away, trembled slightly. He looked at her with a self-deprecating smile, his eyes bloodshot.

"Rong Weiyue, it was you who didn't want me."

"From now on... don't even think that I'll ever come back."

Fu Linzheng turned and left, throwing the pair of plain rings they had made together into the bushes some distance away.

After that, they were separated by mountains and rivers and never met again.

Today, after their reunion, Fu Linzheng bluntly revealed the embarrassing ending from back then for the first time.

He was right. She sent a breakup text and left right away; she really just threw it away like that.

"So what happened next... how did you answer him?" Yin Lu asked.

“How else can I answer?” Rong Weiyue’s voice was indifferent. “His attitude was quite clear.”

He was so proud back then, but she dumped him. Why would he help her now?

Yin Lu sighed, "Perhaps he really liked you too much before. Before you came to Langao, girls were always surrounding him. I've never seen him be so crazy and passionate towards anyone else."

Yin Lu casually mentioned what Fu Linzheng had done in the past: "He said he liked you at the 100-day countdown rally, fought for you, and when you were wronged, he directly overturned the vice principal's desk and challenged the school. He always protected you. It was blatant favoritism."

Rong Weiyue remained silent, and Yin Lu felt that it was no longer appropriate to talk about this, so she changed the subject: "So what do you plan to do now?"

"I'll go back and revise the plan, and then talk to the production team again."

"Well, if Fu Linzheng won't help, fine. It's all my fault for not being rich enough. If I were rich, I would invest in fifty TV series and have you make the props, or I would take over your studio and support you for life."

Rong Weiyue smiled faintly: "I look forward to this day."

After being stuck in traffic for two hours, she returned to her residential area, first picking out some eggs at the supermarket near the entrance, then grabbing a can of milk nearing its expiration date and some discounted spicy braised food.

Supermarket food is discounted in the evening; although it's not as fresh, it's still edible.

She walked to the fruit shop next door, and the owner recognized her, asking with a smile, "What are you buying today, little sister?"

When Rong Weiyue saw the cherries she particularly liked, she asked the price, but gave up when she heard that they were 75 yuan per jin.

She needs to save money now, because if the studio runs out of money, she will have to use her savings.

Rong Weiyue squatted at the door with a bag, picked out some oranges and handed them to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper gave her two more apples, saying that she was a regular customer and that she should eat more, as she was too thin.

She smiled and thanked him, then left and walked towards the residential area.

I didn't notice the Koenigsegg parked diagonally across the street.

As night fell, the man in the car stared intently at her receding figure, his dark eyes swirling with unspoken tension.

The burning embers on his fingertips brought him back to his senses. Fu Linzheng lowered his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette. The white smoke dissipated between his lips and teeth, leaving only memories surging in his mind.

After a while, the phone rang. The assistant on the other end found the information: "Brother Zheng, the 'Frost and Snow Chant' production team and Cui'an Jewelry Company will sign the contract tomorrow. The props production has been finalized."

Fu Linzheng asked coldly, "It's decided? Who decided it? Did they approve it for me?"

The assistant was taken aback. Fu Linzheng usually didn't get involved in these kinds of things. It was already unprecedented for him to take the initiative to ask the chairman for this project today, let alone care about such a small matter: "The art director of the production team is quite satisfied with Cui An and recommended her to the director. Their offer is also reasonable."

"Treat this as a key project. Does Mingheng lack the funds?"

Fu Linzheng stubbed out his cigarette and said lazily, "After collecting all the proposals from the filigree studios, submit them for unified review. I remember there's one called Qingyue Pavilion; make sure they submit theirs."

The assistant, bewildered, replied, "Okay, Brother Zheng."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Linzheng glanced at the white puppy on his phone's lock screen, then started the car and drove away.

...

Meanwhile, Rong Weiyue climbed six floors to get home.

After dinner, she was thinking of making her favorite lime lemonade before going to work, but a message came in and disrupted her routine.

The landlord, Zhao Xin, informed her that he was selling the house and asked her to move out as soon as possible.

An ice cube hit the bottom of the glass, and her heart skipped a beat. She asked, "Brother Zhao, why didn't you tell me you were selling the house? I signed a lease with you until next February. Where am I supposed to find a new house in two weeks?"

The person on the other end said they were short of money and sold the apartment, hoping she would understand: "I'll refund your deposit and remaining rent. The contract also stipulates that you need to cooperate with viewings. I'll be bringing people over soon, so please open the door for me."

If Rong Weiyue remembered correctly, selling the house during the lease term was a breach of contract, but she couldn't change that. She went to the bedroom, found the lease agreement, and slapped it on his face: "Brother Zhao, since you mentioned it in the contract, it says that in addition to the deposit and the remaining rent, you also need to give me one month's rent as a penalty for breach of contract."

Zhao Xin: [Little sister, I only rented this place to you because of my cousin, and the price was very reasonable. I'm having financial difficulties now and don't have the money to pay the penalty for breaking the contract. Could you please be lenient? [clasped hands]]

Rong Weiyue had a headache, so she went to find her cousin, who was also her senior, He Wei. He Wei had just gotten off work and said she would ask for her. Five minutes later, she called back: "Weiyue, I'm sorry, my cousin recently lost a lot of money in business and has to sell the house."

Rong Weiyue said she understood, but the breach of contract fee had to be paid. He Wei smiled and coaxed her, "Weiyue, I know you're a kind person. My brother isn't doing well right now. Can you let it go? I helped you find a place and saved you the agency fee, which was only four thousand yuan. You're a boss now, you don't need that little bit, right?"

Rong Weiyue said calmly, "I'm short of it, why wouldn't I be? This was originally meant for me, senior. You may not know that when I first moved here, the toilet broke down after only a few days, and the kitchen was leaking. I paid for all the repairs myself. I asked your cousin for it, but he wouldn't give it to me. I've already forgotten about these things."

When He Wei helped her rent a house, Rong Weiyue treated her to a meal and gave her a filigree inlaid jewelry worth a thousand yuan. If you really calculate the price, it is definitely higher than the agency fee.

Rong Weiyue said her job was also difficult right now, and He Wei was speechless. She said she would try to talk to them again for her. After a while, Zhao Xin called, and Rong Weiyue hung up immediately: "[Type it. Let's talk about something with reason and evidence.]"

She said the law stipulates that a sale does not break a lease, and she could stay without paying a penalty. Zhao Xin didn't expect her to be so assertive, and her expression changed: "Young lady, I used to think you were a very gentle and kind person. If you're so stubborn and inflexible, you won't do well in society in the future."

Rong Weiyue: [Thank you, but I've graduated from university and don't need any more teachers to give me lessons.]

The person on the other end remained silent for a long time, then finally replied: "Fine, I'll pay you one month's rent, but you'd better move out within two weeks."

Rong Weiyue locked her phone screen, exhaled, and chewed on two ice cubes.

The next day in the office, Shu Jin learned of this and offered to help look for a house. "It's like everything is happening at once. Wei Yue, are you alright?"

Rong Weiyue smiled faintly: "It's fine."

All roads lead to the grave; to live another day is a victory.

After Shu Jin left, Rong Weiyue was turning on her computer when her phone rang.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she answered the call a few seconds later:

"mom."

"Weiyue, are you at work yet? I haven't heard from you at all this week. Why don't you come home for dinner this weekend?"

"We have to work overtime this week, let's wait until next week."

“You’re so busy. Your brother said he misses you. Why don’t you move back home? Renting a place outside isn’t cheap,” Sheng Liu said, putting her phone on speakerphone and looking at her husband, Rong Chengye, across the dining table. “Your dad talks about you every day.”

Rong Chengye sneered: "All you do is work all day. Your aunt kindly arranged a blind date for you, and what was your attitude? And what nonsense were you spouting? You have no ladylike modesty at all! I heard you're trying to get a collaboration on 'Frost and Snow Chant.' Let me tell you, you won't amount to anything outside. Do you know how cruel this society is? Don't think life is as simple as you imagine! Come back to work at the factory, and I'll help you get it."

Rong Weiyue sneered: "No need. Whether the studio lives or dies is my own business."

"What, I can't even take care of you?"

"How do you plan to control me? Lock me up again?"

Rong Chengye suddenly choked, and Sheng Liu told him to stop talking. She took her phone to the balcony and told her daughter not to be angry, "Your father hopes you will come back and inherit the family's filigree factory, so you won't have to work so hard outside. He loves you very much..."

Rong Weiyue found it ironic, "Does he love me, or does he want me to live like my sister?"

Sheng Liu was stunned.

Rong Weiyue hung up the phone, only to belatedly feel pain in her hand. When she loosened her grip, she found two deep red marks on her palm from her fingernails.

She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and went to the workshop to apply the blue dye.

Enameling involves filling a metal body with blue glaze and then firing it. It requires meticulousness and patience. Recently, the enamel maker fell ill, so Rong Weiyue came to help.

Around 10 a.m., a middle-aged man came to order a birthday peach gift for his elderly relative. He needed it for the beginning of next year and had very high requirements for quality, but he asked for 800,000 yuan, which was 40% higher than the market price.

"Miss Rong, do you think this order is acceptable?" the man asked.

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Of course."

"Okay, let's sign the contract then. I'll transfer the deposit next week."

After signing the contract, the middle-aged man left and made a phone call: "Brother, I've placed the order as you said."

Inside the studio, the employees exclaimed in amazement, "Which boss is so generous, signing such a big deal right away?"

"That person said he went to many filigree inlay factories but was not satisfied. He liked Sister Weiyue's work the most. She is so young but has a good eye."

Everyone laughed, and Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Alright, let's get back to work."

This order was like a timely rain, relieving their urgent financial crisis and giving her a slight sense of relief.

In the afternoon, Rong Weiyue received a call from the production company, saying that they would provide a detailed design plan in a few days and they would discuss it again.

She thought Cui An was a sure thing, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, so she immediately called a meeting with several design team employees.

Next, Rong Weiyue searched for a house while working on the job.

Sometimes she is forced to go back early at night to help the landlord show the apartment.

A few days later, on Friday night, around 10 p.m., the workshop lights went out. Rong Weiyue finished her work, took off her sleeves, and went to the sink to wash her hands.

Her wrists ached slightly, and her knuckles were sore and red. She applied some ointment, put some eye drops on her dry eyes, turned off all the lights, and left the studio.

The cold wind howled outside, so she wrapped her coat tighter around herself, got into the car, and drove out of the creative park.

As the car passed the entrance of a nightclub, a white car sped out and cut into her lane. Rong Weiyue was almost caught off guard and slammed on the brakes, honking the horn twice.

How can you drive like that...

The white car didn't stop. The short, thin man in the passenger seat looked back, while the red-haired man driving laughed and cursed, "What the hell are you honking for, you idiot?"

Rong Weiyue changed lanes and stopped at the red light. The white car stopped next to her. The two men turned to look and saw that the woman's profile was fair, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, her nose was straight and her lips were red, and she had a gentle temperament.

Unexpectedly, it was a beautiful female driver. The red-haired man, who had been drinking, whistled and called out to her, "Hey beautiful, where are you going alone tonight? Want to get to know each other?"

The two men grinned at her with roguish expressions. The short, thin man raised an eyebrow and said, "Beautiful lady, shall we escort you home? You must be lonely all by yourself."

Rong Weiyue said calmly, "You should turn left."

Her cool eyes looked at them: "The mental hospital is 500 meters ahead."

The two people: ? ?

Rong Weiyue rolled up the car window and stepped on the gas. The two people in the car, not expecting her to be so fiery, laughed and blurted out a curse: "Damn, that's pretty awesome..."

Rong Weiyue drove forward, and the white car followed and changed lanes, driving in front of her. She almost rear-ended it and had to brake suddenly again.

With little traffic around, she suppressed her nausea and chose to change lanes. However, when she moved left, the other car moved left as well; when she moved right, the other car moved right as well, and they were about to block her way.

At another red light, the two men rolled down their windows and whistled at her, their tone clearly provocative: "Hey beautiful, aren't my taillights pretty?"

Even after the light turned green, the other driver continued to cut us off maliciously.

The two of them, like a persistent pest, were determined to disgust her.

Although Rong Weiyue learned to drive from Fu Linzheng after graduating from high school, she was only a licensed driver and only started driving this year. Her driving skills were average, and she always got blocked when she tried to overtake other cars.

Her brows furrowed, and her anger grew steadily.

She'll go call the police in a bit.

As the car braked for the fourth time, for a moment she didn't intend to let go of the accelerator and just crash into it, but then she suddenly heard a horn behind her.

Immediately afterwards, a sound like metal tearing apart the night pierced the darkness.

It was like a long-dormant wild beast letting out a low growl, the sound waves rising and crashing forcefully into people's eardrums, shaking their hearts.

She turned her head and saw the globally limited Pagani Huayra Roadster BC supercar come into view. Its carbon fiber nude and wine red lines were cool, and the tires screeched as they sped across the ground, while the engine's exhaust note echoed with a burst of sound. It was wild, cool, and arrogant.

The supercar pulled up beside her, signaling with its turn signal. She was stunned and braked. The supercar swerved in like a fish, easily flicking its tail and ending up directly in front of Rong Weiyue, blocking her and the white car.

The roaring sound in her ears was so cool it was almost deafening. She looked closely and saw that the last four digits of the license plate were a familiar number—0831.

It belongs to someone, and its appearance signifies that of a top-tier prince.

Is it Fu Linzheng?

Inside the white car ahead, two drunk men were still laughing smugly, unaware that the car behind them had already switched lanes. As soon as the Pagani changed lanes, they immediately swerved to the side, slamming on the brakes, attempting to repeat their previous trick. But the next second—

The Pagani showed no sign of slowing down, continuing to accelerate normally. The roar of its engine pierced the night, and the top-of-the-line supercar, worth twenty million, seemed fearless as it crashed directly into the car.

"Bang--!"

With a loud crash, the red-haired man lost control of the steering wheel, and the rear of the white car instantly caved in, the entire car being thrown towards the roadside guardrail.

The two people inside the car screamed in agony, their faces covered in blood, their ribs looking as if they had been brutally crushed.

The Pagani smoothly executed a drift and came to a clean stop beside them.

The car door opened, and the man stepped out, his tall, slender figure casting a sharp shadow under the streetlights.

He was dressed in a racing training suit, which accentuated his taut, hard muscles. His short black hair was slightly messy, his brow bone was sharp, and there was a bit of blood on his face. His features were strikingly handsome.

Fu Linzheng walked over, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, looked at the two people in the white car, and arrogantly curled his lips:

"Trash, can't you drive straight? Today your dad will teach you how to drive."