Chapter 54 "Are you willing to be my boyfriend..."

Chapter 54

During the voice conference, the employees were listening attentively to the report when, unexpectedly, a woman's sweet and soft voice came through the receiver from the big boss's side, along with a coquettish "Honey, didn't you promise to lull me to sleep?" Instantly, everyone went wild, their gossip instincts burning brightly.

Husband, baby...

Fu Linzheng got married at a young age?!

The employees' private group chat has exploded: [Wow, when did CEO Fu get married?! Was I just imagining things?]

[I wasn't hallucinating, I heard it too! That girl's voice was so sweet and cute!]

[Mr. Fu usually seems so arrogant and cold; I don't even dare to say a word to him. But just now, he actually called her 'baby'! That's so sweet and doting!]

[I want to see photos of the girl! Why is she covered up so much?!]

[Weren't several heiresses from wealthy families seeking out CEO Fu before, and the chairman even urging him to get married, but he ignored them all?! Whose daughter is she?!]

Meanwhile, in the study, Fu Linzheng was unexpectedly in a meeting. The little girl's eyes widened, and she blushed from the roots of her ears to the roots of her neck in an instant.

Help! Waaaaah, so embarrassing QAQ!

What was she just saying, all all that sweet talk...?

In an instant, he was no longer sleepy or drunk. The kitten glared shyly at Fu Linzheng, too embarrassed to speak, and its eyes seemed to be cursing him.

Fu Linzheng smiled.

His wife is so cute! No one in the whole world, including Fu Huhu, is cuter than her.

He silently smiled, then calmly addressed the people in the meeting: "Please wait three minutes."

He muted the phone and looked at the little girl in his arms with a smile: "Baby, you can talk now."

Rong Weiyue sobbed and bit his neck, "It's all your fault! Why didn't you remind me when you were in a meeting!"

She left a tooth mark, like a small poke, which didn't hurt at all. Fu Linzheng's smile deepened.

"Baby, you jumped into my arms and started whining the moment you came in, one sweet word after another. Did you even give me a chance to speak?"

"..."

This scene was strikingly similar to the one where she was on the phone with her parents, and Fu Linzheng opened the door and pounced on her without saying a word, spouting wild remarks.

But today it's her turn to lose face...

In private, Rong Weiyue was quite bold; she could say anything to him in those situations, acting both charming and coquettish. But in front of outsiders, she was incredibly shy. She wanted to bury herself in someone else's arms: "What should I do then..."

Fu Linzheng chuckled and coaxed her, "What do you mean, 'what to do'? We're married. You're my Mrs. Fu, not my little lover."

Now that they've been married for a while, the ever-low-key young master Fu has long wanted to make his marriage public. Even if he's in a hurry to reveal her name to the public to support her career, there's no need to hide the fact that they're married.

He wanted her to be by his side to assert his dominance.

She wished she could leave some kiss marks or teeth marks on him so that outsiders could immediately tell he had someone else.

Rong Weiyue blushed upon hearing this: "Then I'll go back to my room first..."

She tried to get up, but he held her tightly. Fu Linzheng said, "Why are you running away? Didn't you say you were too cold to sleep? I'll hold you while you sleep."

"Are you in a meeting..."

"It doesn't matter, I feel even better holding you."

He picked her up, grabbed a blanket, and sat back down so she could sit sideways in his lap. He gently wrapped her up in the blanket, then turned on the phone and said in a low, magnetic voice, "Excuse me, my wife just came to see me."

Everyone was shocked to learn that it really was his wife. The vice president of the foreign branch couldn't help but smile and jokingly said in English, "President Fu, I didn't expect you to be married. You and your wife have such a good relationship."

Fu Linzheng looked at the little girl in his arms, a smile playing on his lips: "She's a bit clingy."

Rong Weiyue's ears turned bright red upon hearing this.

It's clearly him who's clingy to her, okay...

The employees were so excited by the display of affection that they were practically screaming like groundhogs inside. It was also because of Rong Weiyue's appearance that the tense atmosphere of the meeting became much more relaxed.

Unable to walk, the little girl found a comfortable spot and curled up in his arms like a cat to fall asleep.

Fu Linzheng's body was broad, and his embrace was firm and hot, completely enveloping her petite frame and bringing her warmth like a large furnace.

A few words of English occasionally drifted down from above, the man's deep, fluent British accent softened by her presence, like a lullaby that soothed the soul.

She really fell asleep in his arms.

Half an hour later, she vaguely heard Fu Linzheng say in a low voice, "Alright, this concludes today's meeting."

Fu Linzheng tapped the screen. She rubbed her eyes, looked up at him, and said, "The meeting's over..."

Fu Linzheng took off his headphones and patted her head. "Hmm, is the kitten asleep?"

She nuzzled her head against his neck, nodding with arched eyebrows: "It was the first time I heard you give a meeting. I couldn't understand any of the technical details. It was like a lullaby, and I fell asleep very quickly."

Fu Linzheng laughed. Actually, what they had just discussed were all business secrets, but the young girl didn't care if she heard them. Rong Weiyue teased him, "You seem quite serious when you're in a meeting, completely different from your usual self."

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "Do you think I'm all smiles and joking around at work? With hundreds or thousands of employees, I can't establish authority or win people's respect if I'm not serious."

Fu Linzheng is a cheerful and easy-going person in private, and has had many friends since childhood. However, he is more serious and rational at work, and he handles matters decisively and efficiently. People admire and respect him.

Rong Weiyue also found him particularly charming at work, her dimples deepening: "Luckily, I rarely see this side of you, otherwise I would be afraid to call you boss."

Fu Linzheng rubbed the back of her neck and said lazily in her ear, "How could I be the same in front of you as I am in front of others? Of course, they can't see many sides of me."

Her heart fluttered.

His vulnerable side was reserved for her, his tender and doting side was reserved for her, and only she saw his worst, most reckless, and craziest side...

Fu Linzheng picked up the water from the table and fed it to her. Seeing her flushed cheeks, he teased her, calling her a little drunkard, "Did you drink again just now?"

She pouted, "I only had a little bit... I'm a little tipsy, feeling a bit lightheaded, so I came in to find you..."

"It's okay, drink more in the future, and who knows what daring things we might do."

For example.

Fu Linzheng said nonchalantly, "For example, you could pounce on me and strip me of my clothes, take off my pants, or just sit on me. But after we get married, your status will be legitimate, so no matter how much of a hooligan you are, I won't resist."

"??"

She laughed in exasperation, felt embarrassed and resentful towards him; she figured that was what he wanted...

Fu Linzheng wiped the water droplets from the girl's red lips with his fingertips, then leaned down to kiss her. Rong Weiyue sensed something was wrong and said shyly, "Fu Linzheng, what's wrong with you..."

What's wrong with me?

“I was just sleeping in your arms, and you were unusually well-behaved,” she bit his Adam’s apple, “and now you’re poking me again…”

She usually doesn't dare to sit in his lap easily. He either eats it all in one bite or teases her by making a fuss outside. The owner of the sausage shop often tries to attract customers at the door, wanting her to eat until she's stuffed, which is too dangerous.

Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, this is beyond my control. If you press down on your buttocks, it will bounce up."

Fu Linzheng had no idea how the girl had grown up; she was very thin, but her figure was amazing.

He was better than most people in every way. Yu'er was round and full, and the part of her that sat in his lap was also particularly round and perky. So he also liked to sit on her from behind. Every time the kitten wagged its tail, he would go crazy and make her turn bright red, as if she had been hit with a ruler.

That person is awful...

Fu Linzheng reached out and turned off the desk lamp, threw the blanket on the sofa, picked her up with one hand, and walked out.

She wrapped her legs around him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Mr. Fu..."

That sweet, seductive voice sent a chill down Fu Linzheng's spine. His eyes darkened, but the kitten remained fearless. "President Fu was just having such a serious meeting. Why are you bullying me right after the meeting? Does anyone know how despicable you are?"

Fu Linzheng couldn't help but swear. He went into the bedroom, locked the door, and threw her into the soft embrace. She tried to escape, but his arm, with its veins bulging, grabbed her ankle and pulled her down, trapping her firmly.

Her eyes welled up with tears, "President Fu..."

He was as hard as a wall, as hot as forty degrees Celsius, his bulging muscles almost bursting out of his bathrobe, his aggression soaring, his dark eyes burning:

"You like playing this?"

Rong Weiyue blushed, and Fu Linzheng's palm was like a fish, searching hard for her red lips, his words completely slurred: "Baby, you just like to seduce me, don't you? They know I'm a scoundrel, but do they know you're this seductive in front of me?"

Fu Linzheng grabbed her chin, swallowing her breath. "I should have fucked you while we were in the meeting. You were crying at noon saying you couldn't eat, and only a few hours have passed. Are you really not afraid that I'll ruin you?"

"Hmm..."

Fu Linzheng, his breath heavy, turned his head and kissed her swan-like neck.

He should have punished her severely in the study, forcing her to bite him, pinch him, hit him, and then hug him while sobbing and begging him.

When he first started pursuing her in high school, he had no idea she could be so mischievous. He already had a stronger libido than most people, and his physical attraction to her was terrifying. Who knew she would drive him even crazier?

Rong Weiyue's ears turned bright red as she listened, "Fu Linzheng, I was wrong..."

"Is admitting your mistake useful?"

Fu Linzheng sat up, pulled her face to face, and pressed her down in his arms, his warm breath seeking her: "Will it hurt now?"

She was about to cry, sniffling softly, "It's even more painful than before..."

Her skirt and bathrobe were embraced by the carpet, and she kissed the calluses on his palm as if bathed in the soft moonlight.

As they exchanged breaths, Fu Linzheng observed her almond-shaped eyes, which were gradually reddening from his touch, and gently coaxed, "Baby, what does it feel like to be slightly tipsy?"

Rong Weiyue clung to his shoulder, murmuring softly, "I feel so light, so empty, I want to buy a Coke, waaaah..."

Fu Linzheng chuckled, "So honest."

Only honest children get candy.

She blinked, looking troubled, and said, "But I've been eating so much these past two days, I'm afraid I'm really going to spoil."

He kissed the tip of her nose and coaxed in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, just once, okay? Once you're satisfied, I'll let you go to sleep."

Her heart was pounding, but in the end, the little man couldn't help but side with him, "Don't lie to me..."

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window.

It fell like the Milky Way descending to earth.

As Fu Linzheng's kiss landed, her cheeks flushed red, and she was pulled into a new game.

-

The snow didn't stop until late at night.

The next day, when Rong Weiyue woke up, she saw through the French windows that the sky was as clear as if it had been washed clean, and the sunlight poured down from the thin clouds.

The snow on the balcony hadn't melted, looking like it was sprinkled with a fine layer of icing sugar, and a small snowman had been built on the chair sometime during the day.

On her round head, she wore a little bear hat and had a small carrot on the tip of her nose. She stared at her with a silly, cute look, as if she were saying good morning to her.

She raised her eyebrows and stretched.

After a while, the bedroom door opened and Fu Linzheng walked in, wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt and black pants, with a tall and slender figure.

He met her gaze. "Little sleepyhead, you're awake?"

The man was bathed in sunlight, his eyes still carrying a youthful, lazy handsomeness, just like when he sat in the back row in high school and gently tugged at her ponytail during class.

He used to be her classmate, now he's her Mr. Fu.

Time flies, but thankfully, he has never changed.

Rong Weiyue's eyes shone with the bright sunlight streaming through the window as she looked at him, her red lips curving into a smile: "Good morning, husband..."

Fu Linzheng came up and hugged her, teasing, "It's already noon and you're still calling it morning?"

"...That's all because of you, I slept in again." Although he kept his word last night, it was unusually long, and she was shocked by his stamina.

She complained pitifully, "My stomach is growling with hunger."

He smiled and patted her head. "Lunch is ready. It's your favorite Sichuan restaurant. Shall I carry you to brush your teeth and wash your face first?"

She agreed, wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself into the air, and asked him, "Didn't you train today?"

"They've all come back after training."

She joked, "Has your coach said you've been feeling weak lately?"

Fu Linzheng glared at her: "Who told you I was weak?"

"You've been putting so much energy into other things lately, how can you not be tired?" She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Indeed, it possesses both intelligence and strength.

Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "The training volume hasn't been high lately, so I haven't felt anything. Besides, have you been giving me less supplements?"

Rong Weiyue is quite careful about this, worried that his health might be affected. She usually buys nourishing things like black chicken and ginseng to drink with him. They've both been in pretty good health lately.

Fu Linzheng said, "There aren't many matches scheduled recently. We also have a wedding next year. When there are matches in the future, we'll definitely need to abstain from sex sometimes."

She said "Oh," and added, "I'm really looking forward to it."

The man chuckled and pinched her cheek. "You think you can escape? You owe me everything. I'll make you pay double later."

Upon entering the bathroom, Fu Linzheng squeezed toothpaste and filled a water bottle for her. After Rong Weiyue finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, he gathered her long hair and picked up a slender camellia hairpin: "Baby, how do you use this? Teach me?"

"Are you going to help me tie my hair?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't serving you the most basic thing? Maybe we'll have a daughter someday, and I'll have to braid her hair."

She smiled with a soft feeling in her heart, wondering what Fu Linzheng would be like as a father, but he would most likely be a doting father to his daughter.

She showed him the steps: "Gather your hair to one side, clench your fist, then twist it and make a circle..."

Fu Linzheng's broad and tall frame enveloped her as she followed his instructions, her movements clumsy yet gentle. The young girl arched her eyebrows and said, "Hold on tight, my hair is all messed up."

The man frowned slightly, his movements unusually serious: "Baby, I dare not use too much force, for fear of hurting you."

Who would have thought that the hands of the world's top racing driver, who control everything on the track with ruthless and handsome steering, would now be gently entwined in her dark hair, clumsily and earnestly pinning a hairpin into her hair, softening her arrogance with tenderness.

Finally, he managed to secure his hair. "Is this okay?"

She nodded with a smile. Fu Linzheng put his arm around her and saw her in the mirror with her long hair tied up, her eyes bright, and her cheeks as white as jade, like a strawberry cream glutinous rice ball. After he had been taking care of her for a while, her face had finally gotten a little chubby.

He leaned down and couldn't resist kissing her cheek, a smile playing on his lips.

"My wife is so cute."

She's the cutest person in the world.

Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows, finished her skincare routine, and went to the kitchen. Fu Linzheng had already set out the delivered meal. "Go sit down, I'll get you some sparkling water."

"Okay." She sat down at the dining table and rubbed Huhu who had run over. Her eyes lit up when she saw her favorite spicy boiled fish on the table.

When Fu Linzheng returned, he filled a bowl with rice and placed it in front of her.

She exclaimed in surprise, "So many..."

"Didn't you say your stomach was growling with hunger?" The man raised an eyebrow. "You used up a lot of energy yesterday, so eat more today."

She said coquettishly, "Then you have to pick out the fish bones for me, otherwise I won't eat it."

Fu Linzheng smiled and gently pinched her cheek, "You dare threaten me? When have I ever not served you fish?"

She smiled and said, "Then I'll put some meat on your plate."

As the two were eating, Rong Weiyue opened her phone and saw a message from Sheng Liu, telling them to come home for dinner tomorrow and that he would cook something delicious for them.

She replied, then, noticing the date, turned to Fu Linzheng and asked, "Ah Zheng, are you free this afternoon? I'd like to go out for a bit, would you like to come with me?"

"Where do you want to go when you have time?"

She said softly, "It's almost the anniversary of my sister's death. I think the weather is nice today, so let's go sweep her grave together."

Fu Linzheng was silent for a moment, then took her hand with guilt: "Okay, we've been married for so long, and I haven't gone to see her yet."

Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "It's alright. My sister once said that she hoped that after she passed away, I could visit her on any day, as long as it was a sunny day, because she loved sunny days the most."

In the afternoon, Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue bought flowers and went to the cemetery.

After the first snow, the cemetery was covered in silver, with pine branches still covered in unmelted white fluff. Sunlight slanted down, gilding the marble tombstones with a warm gold, creating a serene and clear atmosphere.

Upon arriving at Rong Siqing's tombstone, Rong Weiyue placed a bunch of white hyacinths on it, which were Rong Siqing's favorite flowers.

After wiping the tombstone clean, Rong Weiyue looked at the photo on it and smiled, "Sister, I've come to see you."

She took Fu Linzheng's hand and said softly, "I'm not alone today. Fu Linzheng is with me. We're already married."

Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears: "Sister, before you were gone, I always felt especially lonely in this world, especially after breaking up with A-Zheng... But now you can rest assured, he's back, and there's someone who loves and cherishes me just like you used to."

Rong Weiyue's eyes were blurry with tears. Fu Linzheng put his arm around her shoulder, his dark eyes falling on the tombstone, slightly warm, and he spoke in a low voice:

"Sister, this is Fu Linzheng. I know you were most worried about Yueyue when you left. Don't worry, she's grown up now. She's very outstanding and brave. She can take care of herself. And with me here, I will definitely protect and love her for the rest of my life and never let her suffer any more bullying."

I will do everything in my power to ensure her happiness throughout her life.

He will carry Rong Siqing's love with him, forever be the little girl's solid harbor, and always protect her.

Rong Weiyue leaned on Fu Linzheng's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes: "It's a pity that my sister can't see my wedding. If she were still here, she would definitely be very happy with you."

Fu Linzheng gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "It's alright. My sister in heaven can also witness this. As long as you are happy, she is satisfied."

Her eyes crinkled with a smile, and she nodded firmly.

A gentle breeze blew by, the shadows of the trees swayed, and finally Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng walked down the steps hand in hand.

She told him about her childhood with her sister, “My sister and I are very similar. We both like filigree and violin, but we never compete with each other. I admire her very much, and my sister patiently taught me again and again. She always said that she hoped I would be better than her when I grew up.”

She smiled and said, "If my sister were still alive, she would definitely be an outstanding violinist or a master filigree craftswoman. In my heart, no one can compare to her."

Fu Linzheng patted her head and said, "Then you can do the jobs you like together."

"Yes, that's why I named my studio 'Qingyue Pavilion' when I first started it."

Fu Linzheng realized what was happening, "'Qing' represents my older sister, and 'Yue' is you?"

Rong Weiyue nodded, "Actually, in my heart, this is the studio we founded together. Although she is no longer here, I will carry on her dreams and perseverance and live a good life for her."

Fu Linzheng gently brushed the stray hairs from her face and looked at her: "Yueyue is great, you've done it."

Rong Weiyue smiled and nestled in his arms, looking up at the clear sky: "We must continue to move forward, and we must both become better and better people."

For myself, and for the people I care about.

They should live well and love each other bravely.

-

After returning from the cemetery, the weekend was over, and it was already the end of December. Fu Linzheng received news that he had a training and racing endorsement in the neighboring city of H, and would not return until after Christmas.

As he packed his luggage that evening, Rong Weiyue looked at him and said, "Eat well over there, don't overwork yourself."

Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Okay."

"Go to bed early tonight. If your muscles are sore, use my plaster and massage them with a fascia gun."

His smile deepened. "I understand, baby."

"Okay, that's settled then. I'm going to start drawing."

? ?

She got up to leave, but Fu Linzheng grabbed her back, his voice low:

"I won't be home tomorrow, and that's all you say? You don't even say you miss me?"

He sat casually on the sofa with his legs wide open, holding her in his arms. Rong Weiyue smiled and patted his head: "You've only been gone for a week, not a month. What's there to miss?"

Fu Linzheng scoffed and sighed, "Sure enough, marriage is the grave of love. After taking advantage of me, she changed her mind as soon as she got married. When I was away on a business trip, who was it that secretly cried while hugging my blanket at night, saying she missed me?"

"?"

She couldn't help but laugh, "Where did I get that???"

He said nonchalantly, "In my dreams, you are like this."

"..."

"In my dreams you were so clingy, you even cried and told me you wanted to do it with me, once wasn't enough, three times wasn't enough, five times wasn't enough..."

"Shut up!"

She covered his mouth, never having seen anyone so shameless, and laughed: "It was clearly you who wanted it, but you're blaming me."

A smile spread across Fu Linzheng's eyes as he leaned in to kiss her: "Anyway, I took it seriously."

He held her and kissed her for a while, her breathing became shallow, and she felt his impulse. She shyly pushed away his chest and stood up: "Fu Linzheng, control yourself. You're never behaving yourself. I'm going to paint."

"..."

The next morning, as the man prepared to go to the airport, Rong Weiyue felt the big dog clinging to her in her sleep: "Baby, I'm leaving."

She drowsily closed her eyes and gave him a perfunctory "hmm".

His dark eyes burned with passion as he leaned down to kiss her cheek, his voice low and husky: "Baby, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

It seemed her gaze could stamp a mark on him, making him feel branded. Rong Weiyue had never seen anyone so clingy. She turned her back to him, saying, "I'm not looking, I'm so sleepy..."

The man's face darkened, and he simply turned her over and forcefully kissed her, leaving rosy marks on her swan-like neck and collarbone. These marks, along with the varying shades of marks from the past few days, were particularly alluring and seductive against her snow-white skin. He said with satisfaction, "They'll fade away when I get back."

I hate him so much...

Rong Weiyue blushed and said that someone would see them. Fu Linzheng's voice was deep: "This is punishment. Who told you to disobey?"

She angrily left a bite mark on his shoulder, saying, "I'll give you one too."

Fu Linzheng smiled and said in a low voice, "My good baby, I like it so much, take a few more bites."

"..."

She kicked the dog off the bed.

Fu Linzheng left the house. When Rong Weiyue woke up in the morning and was washing up, she looked in the mirror and, feeling ashamed, cursed him in her heart again.

Thankfully it's winter, and with a scarf around my neck, I can't see anything. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let him near me for a whole month.

In the morning, Fu Linzheng texted her that he had boarded the plane. When he returned to the hotel in the evening, Fu Linzheng video-called her and asked in a drawn-out tone, "Did you miss me? Tell the truth."

She said seriously, "I don't want to. I have so many things to do every day, how can I have time to think about it? When I get home, I have Huhu with me, and the whole big bed is mine. I have so much freedom, so I can't think about it."

Fu Linzheng scoffed with a dark expression: "Rong Weiyue, you really have no heart. I might as well go home for the New Year and leave you and your son to be all lovey-dovey."

Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows, "Then it's fine as long as you can endure it."

He laughed angrily, his deep, husky voice seeming to bite her ear, saying he'd deal with her when he got back.

She smiled, and after the call ended, she opened the ticketing app and bought a ticket to go to H City to find him on the evening of the 25th.

Actually, she was deliberately acting indifferent because she had planned it all along: to go to him for Christmas and give him a surprise.

A few days later, in the afternoon, Rong Weiyue finished her work at the studio and rushed home. After packing her and Hu Hu's things, she dressed the little guy in a light yellow outfit and said with a smile, "Let's go, baby, let's go find Daddy and spend Christmas with him."

It wagged its tail and its black eyes sparkled, seemingly full of anticipation.

The high-speed train journey from Beijing to H city takes two hours. She first checked Hu Hu in for luggage, and then boarded the train.

As night deepened outside the window, the lights along the way illuminated the way ahead. Rong Weiyue looked at the neon lights outside the window, and the longing in her heart surged into sweet waves.

Around 8 p.m., she arrived in H City. She had originally planned to secretly ask Huai Yu about Fu Linzheng's whereabouts, just like she had done in Switzerland. However, she didn't expect that Huai Yu was already waiting for her at the high-speed rail station exit as soon as she got off the train.

Um? ? ?

She was shocked. Huaiyu smiled and took her luggage: "Sister-in-law, it was Brother Zheng who sent me to pick you up."

How did he know I was here?

"You linked his SIM card to your phone, and he received a text message about a transaction."

Rong Weiyue wanted to cry but had no tears, having completely forgotten about this matter.

She looked down and rubbed her fuzzy head. "What do I do? My surprise is ruined."

Huaiyu laughed: "Sister-in-law, the hot spring didn't go down. Brother Zheng knew in advance and was happy for several days. He was looking forward to your arrival."

Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

After getting into the black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the entrance, Huaiyu said that Fu Linzheng's training was not over yet, so he would take her to eat first, and the restaurant had been arranged.

The restaurant was an exquisite Italian establishment, also invested in by Mingheng. In the private room, she fed Hu Hu a little dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection), and then, looking at the exquisite dishes on the table, her appetite whetted. She even slapped a piece of spaghetti at Fu Linzheng, her eyes crinkling: "It tastes better than yours!"

She didn't reply; she was probably still busy.

After a hearty meal, Rong Weiyue left the restaurant and hurried back to her car. The streets were bustling with people, and Rong Weiyue browsed the boutique next door. As she walked along the roadside, she couldn't help but call Fu Linzheng.

When the call connected, she asked softly, "Ah Zheng, are you done with your work?"

She lowered her head. "I've finished eating. Aren't you done with your work yet?"

Fu Linzheng's low, chuckling voice came through: "What, you missed me?"

She bit her lip: "If I say I miss you, will you appear in front of me?"

The man's deep, alluring voice whispered in her ear, "You can give it a try."

She pursed her lips and said softly:

"...I miss you, Zheng."

Then, the man's smiling voice drifted in like a breeze: "Look up, and here I am!"

Rong Weiyue suddenly looked up and saw Fu Linzheng standing tall under the warm streetlights five meters away. He was wearing a long black coat, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and incredibly long legs. A silver-black Cuban chain around his neck gleamed.

The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with cold, sharp, and deep-set eyes. Outside, the wind howled and the crowd was bustling, but he seemed to be frozen in time, looking solely at her, his dark eyes melting like ice and snow.

Rong Weiyue was stunned for a moment, then immediately ran over and was pulled into his arms tightly.

Fu Linzheng leaned closer, his deep, magnetic voice tinged with laughter: "Yueyue, Merry Christmas, your husband misses you."

He once said, "Happy New Year, your boyfriend misses you."

Six years later, he said, "Merry Christmas, your husband misses you."

Time transformed him from her boyfriend into her husband.

Six years later, on a winter night, his arms were still open to her, her warmest harbor.

Her nose stung with tears, and she smiled playfully, "Mr. Fu, is this the new magic trick you prepared for me...?"

Fu Linzheng smiled, "Do you like it?"

She nodded, her almond-shaped eyes illuminated by the streetlights, reflecting only his image: "Merry Christmas, I'm here."

Fu Linzheng touched her face and teased, "Who said they didn't miss me just a couple of days ago? Then they secretly bought a high-speed rail ticket. They're just saying one thing and meaning another."

Rong Weiyue embraced him and softly admitted, "I remember that Christmas in my senior year of high school, you rushed back from training abroad to be with me. Six years later, it's my turn to come find you."

"I thought you had forgotten about that day."

"How could that be? I remember everything about you. It snowed in Beijing that day, and you helped me build a little snowman." She said regretfully, "It's a pity there's no snow in H City today."

Fu Linzheng smiled, leaned down and kissed her forehead:

"It's okay, thank goodness you're here."

She smiled as he led her forward. The Rolls-Royce was already waiting by the roadside. Fu Linzheng and she got into the car, and he gave the driver an address.

Rong Weiyue asked, "Where are we going next?"

Fu Linzheng held Hu Hu in his arms, their fingers intertwined, and a smile played on his lips: "I'm taking you somewhere. I've prepared a Christmas present for you."

Along the coast of H City, the car drove from the city center all the way to the sea. The night breeze was getting cooler, and Rong Weiyue was particularly curious, wondering what kind of mysterious gift it was.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in a seaside villa area. A detached white villa in front of them was particularly beautiful, looking like a castle under the warm lights.

Fu Linzheng said softly, "Princess, we have arrived."

Rong Weiyue got out of the car in a daze: "Where is this...?"

Fu Linzheng held Hu Hu in his arms and hugged her, his voice deep: "This is a gift I prepared for you when I turned twenty. I haven't had a chance to bring you here until now. Let's go inside and have a look, okay?"

She froze, her heart pounding, as he led her inside. At the door, he guided her to enter the password: "971208, that's your birthday. We'll register your fingerprint later."

The door lock clicked softly, and the door was slowly pushed open. As the light came on, Rong Weiyue looked inside and froze—

The villa truly felt like a warm little castle. The space, a blend of beige and sea blue, was tall and bright. A light blue carpet covered the floor in the entryway, like waves being pushed onto a sandy shore. Next to it was a seashell memorial wall, covered with their group photos, notes they had written to each other in high school, photos of Hu Hu, and snippets of their life in Heshengting, all of which Fu Linzheng had recorded on his phone.

Hu Hu ran into the living room as if she knew the way well. Rong Weiyue walked in, where a white seashell chandelier cast a warm light. The three-story building had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides that brought out the night view, and the sea was visible in the distance outside the windows.

The wall lamps inside the room lit up, casting a soft blue light on the wooden floor and beige carpet. In front of the beige sofa, the flames in the fireplace flickered and danced, and a huge Christmas tree stood beside it, with many gifts placed beneath it.

"So beautiful..."

Rong Weiyue turned her head and looked around. The island kitchen was connected to the living room, and it was filled with a variety of kitchen utensils. Walking out from the living room, there was a large garden with a rattan swing chair, the ropes of which swayed gently in the wind.

Fu Linzheng took her hand and said, "Baby, there's another place you'll definitely like."

She was bewildered as he led her back indoors, to a room.

Pushing open the door, I was surprised to find a glass music room inside.

The music room is decorated in a gentle sea salt white and light beige color scheme. Three sides and the ceiling are made of glass, and the wall lines resemble waves. Inside, a bookcase holds various violin books, and a violin stand and sheet music are placed in the middle. The entire glass wall offers a view of the distant sea, making this brightly lit room resemble a lighthouse in the deep sea.

Rong Weiyue felt as if she were in the sea, enveloped by gentle waves. Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow at her: "Do you remember anything?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue felt a sudden surge of heat in her mind.

When she graduated from high school, Fu Linzheng asked her what kind of home she hoped for in the future. At that time, she imagined:

"I love the sea the most. When I grow up, I want a seaside villa with blue and white rooms, like the azure waves. I want my favorite flowers in the back garden. In winter, it snows outside, but there's a warm fireplace in the room. I also want a glass music room and a little dog. At night, I can lie on the sofa with you and watch the moon and listen to the tides."

She froze, "This is the home I've always dreamed of..."

He truly remembered all her dreams and took every word she said to heart...

Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms, his voice low and gentle: "Yueyue, you said you wanted a seaside villa back then, and the year after we broke up, I bought this place."

"It took two years to renovate. I remember you said you wanted the color of ocean waves, so I chose light blue and white. You like gardens, and seeds have been sown in the garden outside. Next summer, your favorite ice cream lisianthus will grow."

"I've decorated everything you wanted: a fireplace, a Christmas tree, an open kitchen, and this glass music room. When the sunlight streams in during the day, it's like crystal. You can play the violin while looking at the sea. Go upstairs, there's your filigree inlay studio. You can do whatever you want in your home."

Fu Linzheng said softly, “In spring, you can swing on the swing and admire the flowers in the back garden; in summer, you can listen to the waves and watch the moon on the balcony; in autumn, the persimmon tree in the yard will bear fruit; and in winter, you can snuggle in the sofa in front of the fireplace and read a book, with Huhu lying at your feet.”

He lowered his eyes to meet her gaze:

"This house is in your name and belongs to you alone."

Her nose stung with tears, and she murmured, "Why...does it belong only to me?"

Fu Linzheng led her to the dining table in the living room and handed her the documents on the table.

Rong Weiyue's gaze fell upon it, and she suddenly froze.

This is a will.

It is clearly written above that Mr. Fu Linzheng promised that if he were to pass away, all of his personal property would belong solely and unconditionally to Ms. Rong Weiyue.

The date on the document was six years ago, after his car accident in Lucerne.

Fu Linzheng looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "We race car drivers have to make a will before every race because no one can guarantee that they will walk off the track alive. After we broke up, I wrote you as the sole beneficiary of my will, and it hasn't changed until now."

He paused, his lowered eyes brimming with passion: "A few years ago, before we got back together, I told my mom that if I ever didn't make it off the field, I hoped she would take good care of you. That would be good, so you wouldn't have to work so hard and could live a good life."

To outsiders, he was a crazy racer who didn't care about his life. He had brushed with death countless times. "Everyone says I'm not afraid of death, but I just know that even after I die, I can do my best to protect the girl I love for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue burst into tears. Fu Linzheng led her to the Christmas tree, where exquisite gift boxes were piled up. He chuckled softly, "These are gifts I prepared in advance, in case I didn't have the chance to give them to you later. They are birthday gifts for you from the age of one to one hundred."

Rong Weiyue squatted down in a daze, seeing that each gift was beautifully wrapped, some large and some small, each marked with the recipient's age and birthday, and accompanied by a greeting card:

Happy first birthday, Rong Weiyue! Welcome to this world, my most adorable little princess.

Happy second birthday, Rong Weiyue! I hope you grow up healthy and happy, and eat and sleep well every day.

Happy 18th birthday, Rong Weiyue! Welcome to the adult world. May you be brave and fearless, embracing each day.

Happy 23rd birthday, Rong Weiyue! I've graduated. Can I marry you this summer?

Happy 30th birthday, Rong Weiyue! I believe you are now gentle and independent. Whether you are alone or not, please take good care of yourself.

Happy 50th birthday, Rong Weiyue! May you have a large family and many people who love you.

Happy 70th birthday, Rong Weiyue. If I could, I would want to be the one to grow old with you.

Happy 100th birthday, Rong Weiyue. If you are still in this world, please remember that the only thing that will never change in my life is that I love you.

Fu Linzheng encircled her and gazed at her:

"Rong Weiyue, thank you for coming into this world, for coming into my world, and for becoming the moon that will forever hang in my heart."

Rong Weiyue looked at him, and tears streamed down her face.

Fu Linzheng held her left hand, stroking her wedding ring, his voice hoarse: "Do you remember the day I came back from Russia? I came to H City again. Actually, I came here to get the wedding ring. I once thought that if I didn't have the chance to give it to you, I would leave this ring in this house and give it to you later."

His dark eyes burned with passion, brimming with love:

"If I die someday, someone will bring you here. I think I can finally tell you openly that I love you. Maybe we can't get back together, and I won't have the chance to marry you, but I just want to tell you that there was someone who loved you very steadfastly in this life. You must live happily."

Rong Weiyue burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

Fu Linzheng hugged her and looked down at her: "So no matter what happened in the past, what happens now, or what happens in the future, the only thing that will never change in this life is my love for you."

No matter how long the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, the eternal truth in this world is that Fu Linzheng will always love Rong Weiyue.

Rong Weiyue choked back tears, hugging him tightly: "Fu Linzheng, thank you... Being loved by you is the greatest luck of my life..."

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears: "This villa is beautiful, but without you, it's not a home... I should be the one saying thank you for coming back into my world, thank you for marrying me, thank you for giving me this home."

How lucky she was that she didn't have to wait until after his death to find out these things.

From now on, they have a long time ahead of them.

She smiled and said, "Fu Linzheng, we didn't miss each other. You are the first boy I ever loved in my life, and the only one I ever loved. When I turned around, you were still waiting for me in the same place."

Fu Linzheng's eyes burned with passion. He cupped her cheeks and leaned down to breathe a long, hot breath on her.

Under the warm glow of the seashell-shaped lamp, the two clung tightly to each other, tears streaming down her face. The man held her close, showering her with all his love.

Snowflakes began to fall outside the window, fluttering like goose feathers. In the distance, on the beach, dazzling fireworks rose into the sky, blooming like clusters of flowers.

After the kiss ended, Fu Linzheng raised his hand to wipe away her tears and smiled: "Look, it's snowing outside the window. 'Two hearts yearning for each other, yet we share the snow; in this life, we can be considered to have grown old together.' Fortunately, we are no longer separated."

Rong Weiyue curved her red lips into a smile. Fu Linzheng met her gaze, his eyes gentle yet firm: "So, Rong Weiyue, are you willing to grow old with me? Let Fu Linzheng be your husband for life."

Her nose stung with tears, her eyes shone brightly in the fireworks, yet they were brimming with joy: "I do."

Fu Linzheng smiled and held her tightly in his arms.

The snow fell silently outside the window, while fireworks blazed brightly in the distance, and the tides surged endlessly.

Rong Weiyue nestled in his arms, and Fu Linzheng leaned down to look at her:

I will love you forever.

【Rong Weiyue, I have been searching for happiness all my life. After meeting you, we fell in love, we argued, and we even got separated in the vast sea of ​​people. I thought we would never see each other again.

There was a time when I thought about letting go, forcing myself to move forward, and trying to accept a life without you. But it felt like I was driving into a dead end, and the GPS kept telling me:

You have deviated from the route; please turn around ahead.

Until one day, I turned around and found you again. At that moment, the ice and snow in my world melted away, and everything came back to life.

I finally understand—you are the ultimate destination of my happiness in this life.

All the wandering is to resist the shore where you are.

The ever-hanging bright moon, and the ever-flowing tides.

I am the starting point, and you are the ending point.

We walked towards each other, and finally pieced together "us".

From this day forward, day and night, like a gentle stream, we will love and cherish each other, grow old together, and never be apart, even in death.

—Fu Linzheng.

The End of "Silent Burning Heat"

2025.09.25