Chapter Fifty-Eight: "I'm putting my wife to sleep."...

Chapter 58

Hearing their conversation, Xia Sili turned his head and saw Fu Linzheng with one hand in his pocket and the other swirling a wine glass. His eyelid was raised, and his dark eyes were fixed on Sheng Jiayu, cold and sharp, with an exceptionally indifferent expression.

Fu Linzheng's previously relaxed aura instantly turned cold and heavy, making people feel suffocated.

Xia Sili sensed a strong smell of vinegar in the air.

Well, this guy's jealousy has been completely exposed...

Fu Linzheng has always been very possessive. When he was in high school, he had just started pursuing Rong Weiyue. Let alone any boy who tried to get close to him, if any boy came over to say a few words, he would give him a cold and sharp look and stay by the girl's side. When everyone saw that he was Young Master Fu, who would dare to compete with him?

Later, after they got together, a few friends went hiking. Rong Weiyue chatted with a boy for a few minutes. That night, Xia Sili saw Fu Linzheng holding the girl in his arms and kissing her in the dim light. His hoarse voice suppressed his jealousy:

"You're not allowed to smile at other people for so long, you can only look at me."

Xia Sili had never seen anyone so love-struck; he clung to her like a wolfhound guarding its food.

Seeing Fu Linzheng suffer his first setback since getting married, Xia Sili secretly laughed to himself.

Let him show off his love! His wife won't give him a proper status anymore!

Rong Weiyue understood Fu Linzheng's question, her cheeks flushed, and she gave him an "I was wrong" look. Xia Sili patted Fu Linzheng's shoulder, pretending to suddenly realize something, and laughed:

"Jiayu, so you're Weiyue's childhood sweetheart?! Childhood sweethearts are the best of fate! I know a couple who were childhood sweethearts and even got engaged when they were little. You two grew up together, so your relationship must be very deep, right?"

Rong Weiyue: "..."

How could Xia Sili have become so evil? QAQ

Sheng Jiayu listened to this without thinking much, and couldn't help but recall it. He nodded with a smile: "It was really good. We didn't arrange a marriage between our children. We were just neighbors and often hung out together. When she was little, she and her younger brother often came to my house for dinner. I was the one who took her to kindergarten. Yueyue was especially cute. But later, I went abroad for high school, and we lost touch."

Xia Sili exclaimed, "Weiyue, your brother is just too good! I wish I had a brother like that!"

Xia Sili met Fu Linzheng's glare, which was as cold as minus twenty degrees Celsius, and, suppressing a laugh, added fuel to the fire: "This childhood friendship is irreplaceable by ordinary people. It's a pity you went abroad in high school, otherwise we probably would have known each other long ago."

Sheng Jiayu smiled and said, "I've been working in China for the past two years. It's still better here. I plan to move back to Beijing soon, since I have friends there. I was just chatting with Yueyue. She's opening her own studio now, and it's really fate that we're able to collaborate with 'Frost and Snow Chant' again."

Xia Sili raised an eyebrow and looked at Fu Linzheng: "Yes, our CEO Fu is also very satisfied with Weiyue's design and has been recommending it to others."

Sheng Jiayu was stunned. He hadn't expected Fu Linzheng to be so nice. He had heard a lot of rumors that Fu Linzheng, this young master, only knew how to indulge in pleasure all day long and probably didn't even know what filigree inlay was.

He still said respectfully, "President Fu has a good eye. Thank you for promoting Yueyue."

Fu Linzheng chuckled softly upon hearing this.

He thanked me? In what capacity did he thank me?

On behalf of his wife, I want to thank my neighbor, whom I haven't contacted in eight hundred years, for taking care of me.

Sheng Jiayu humbly added, "Yueyue Studio is still in its early stages, and there are many things we haven't done well. Please be understanding, President Fu."

Fu Linzheng drank, his thin lips deliberately brushing against the faint lipstick mark left by the young girl. His Adam's apple bobbed, and Sheng Jiayu was slightly taken aback. Then, Fu Linzheng raised his deep gaze and spoke calmly:

"Mr. Sheng and Ms. Rong have a pretty good relationship, but there's no need for thanks. Ms. Rong's work is exceptionally good, and it's an honor for Mingheng to collaborate with her. There's no need for any special consideration."

Sheng Jiayu was slightly taken aback, not expecting such a straightforward affirmation, and smiled gently: "Yes."

Rong Weiyue looked up and met Fu Linzheng's gaze. Her lips curved slightly, and her heart felt as if it were coated with malt sugar.

Even if he's still jealous, he'll still affirm her immediately...

More guests came to greet Fu Linzheng, and he was asked to leave. Before leaving, he took a deep look at the young girl, which made her blush.

Sure enough, a while later, not long after she sat down, her phone vibrated slightly in her bag.

As expected, Fu Linzheng came to settle scores later:

Come over to the back of the lounge.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little guilty. She replied softly, "What's wrong? There are a lot of people here."

Fu Linzheng returned, his tone brief and stern:

[But you know what will happen if you go back tonight.]

This person threatened her again...

The man had many ways to bully her. Although he usually put her first, when he became really domineering, no amount of begging for mercy would work.

With a blush spreading across her cheeks, she had no choice but to get up and walk towards the back lounge.

As she reached the corner, a hot and strong hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her fingertips. The next moment, another arm wrapped around her slender waist, pinning her against the wall.

She was startled like a rabbit and looked over, "Fu Linzheng..."

The man's tall and imposing figure approached, exuding a powerful aura. His muscular body radiated hormones. She let out a soft "Mmm," and before she could say anything more, his red lips landed a passionate kiss on hers.

His breath was strong, carrying a hint of punishment. He bit her red lips, and after a few thrusts, she lost her composure. Fu Linzheng opened his teeth and became even more forceful, sweeping away all her evil.

Her brain was like a small orange being put into a blender.

The woman wore a white velvet coat, loosely draped over her fair shoulders, and a silver-blue fishtail skirt clung to her body, outlining her slender figure. At 1.63 meters tall, she wasn't short, but next to Fu Linzheng, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, she looked as petite as a cat.

Their scents mingled, the aroma of alcohol mingling with the sweetness of pears. The man pulled her even closer into his arms, his calloused, rough palms pressing against her shoulder blades, sending a tingling sensation up her spine.

No one was around, and the conversations in the reception hall seemed to linger in my ears as if through a veil. Under the dim lights, a few rays of neon light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating an atmosphere of unspeakable ambiguity.

Nobody knows they're here.

Who would have thought that the Prince Fu, whom everyone flocked to and who stood at the pinnacle, was now pinning down a delicate and charming woman and kissing her passionately?

Rong Weiyue felt like a chocolate tart in an oven, her eyes and heart filled with nothing but him. Her hands were pressed against his bulging chest, her knuckles twitching helplessly at his shirt. Her heart was pounding, and she whimpered softly like a kitten begging for mercy.

“Fu Linzheng…”

She begged for mercy, and only then did Fu Linzheng stop. His towering figure, twice the size of hers, pressed down like a wall, his breath heavy. He stared at her and teased, "Baby, I'm the boss, right?"

"..."

He gave a half-smile: "Tell me, how did you behave and how did you moan in the boss's bed last night? Which boss would let you go to heaven?"

She listened to these words as if her ears were on a baking tray.

How could this person be so incompetent...?

The cool, cedar and amber scent emanating from the man filled her nostrils—it was the Clive Christian X for Men fragrance she had recently bought for him. Its aloof and arrogant aroma was driving her crazy.

Fu Linzheng bit her earlobe, being mischievous: "Calling others 'brother' but me 'leader,' huh? Just wait and see how I deal with you when we get back."

Rong Weiyue's earlobes went numb from the heat of his thin lips, and she pleaded softly, "He's just an older brother I used to be close to when I was little. We haven't been in touch since we grew up, and there were people all around just now, so I didn't dare to make our relationship public..."

He gently pinched her cheek: "Rong Weiyue, how long are you planning to keep me hidden? I waited six years to finally marry you, and now I have to keep you hidden away?"

Rong Weiyue's cheek sank into a round dimple as he stroked her with his fingertips. She blinked her eyes and coaxed him softly, "Then tonight really isn't suitable. You really want to make it official, don't you?"

"Otherwise, I just want to assert my dominance next to you, so that no one else can covet you, and so that no older brother or younger brother will pop up again."

Fu Linzheng's personality is far from low-key. Back in high school, he wanted the whole school to know that they were dating. His love was so passionate and direct that he wanted to announce it to the world.

Rong Weiyue tiptoed and kissed his face, her laughter soft: "Anyway, we'll go public when the time is right, okay? There aren't any other brothers, you big dog, why are you so jealous? You big jealous pot."

The man grabbed her, leaned down and sealed her breath again, his breathing heavy and hoarse as he said, "I've never even held your hand to go to kindergarten."

He was jealous. Someone had seen Xiao Weiyue before him. She must have been very cute when she was little. If he had known her since childhood, he would have liked her and protected her from childhood until adulthood, and then "devour" her, turning her from a childhood friend into a husband.

He was jealous; he realized he'd known his baby too late.

Rong Weiyue's heart softened upon hearing this, and she coaxed him with her eyes crinkling, "We didn't know each other back then, but now you hold my hand every day, don't you?"

"That's still less than a decade or so."

The man's kisses lingered on her earlobe, his heavy breathing accompanied by a burning sensation. The distant sounds of people talking came and went, and she cried out in alarm, "Fu Linzheng, stop kissing me! What if someone sees us..."

"No one's here. Huaiyu is keeping watch outside."

"..." Well, she felt embarrassed too...

Fu Linzheng kissed her again. If there had been a room nearby, he would have carried her inside long ago, leaving her no way to escape.

Like a caramelized pudding being baked, Rong Weiyue almost lost her balance, her eyelashes fluttering as she felt an overwhelming sense of danger wash over her. Her cheeks flushed red: "Fu Linzheng, stop kissing me, I... I want to..."

"Hmm? What do you want?"

Her cheeks flushed red, and she whispered the word with the three dots on its radical. Fu Linzheng's breathing suddenly became heavy: "Baby, what's wrong? You couldn't stand it after kissing outside for a while? Do you like this kind of thing?"

The kitten clung to his shirt, meowing softly.

If the party wasn't about to start, she really wanted to be with him...

Anyway, he knew how wicked and bold she was at heart.

But this scene was really inappropriate. Fu Linzheng's disappearance for too long would definitely arouse suspicion, so she pushed him away and said shyly, "Stop fooling around, Fu Linzheng, you need to calm down..."

Fu Linzheng loosened his tie, his dark eyes staring at her with a wild and untamed air about him, probably wanting to get to know her soon.

Anyone who sees this would blush.

The man forcefully suppressed his arousal, his Adam's apple bobbing, like a wolf forcibly reined in, only able to look at the little rabbit in front of him.

Rong Weiyue also took out a mirror from her bag. Seeing that her lipstick was gone and her ears were bright red, she angrily accused, "Fu Linzheng, I won't talk to you next time you call me."

She quickly touched up her lipstick, but no sooner had she finished than the man lowered his head and kissed her passionately.

She bit him in anger and glared at him shyly: "Fu Linzheng, you're so bad! If you keep doing this, I'm not going home with you tonight."

The kitten bristled and ran away, and he chuckled softly as he slowly straightened his clothes.

After a while, he recovered and walked out, returning to the front row of the hall and sitting down. He casually crossed his long legs, his posture lazy. Xia Sili noticed that his thin lips were red, with broken skin and bleeding, wild and unrestrained, like the mark after a period of recklessness.

Xia Sili narrowed his eyes, sensing something was amiss: "Fu Linzheng, what happened to your lips? What were you doing just now?"

The man fiddled with the black rope bracelet on his wrist, licked the blood off his lips, and said lazily, "Nothing much, just got bitten by my wife, feels good."

"...???"

Xia Sili almost spat out his drink: Holy crap, does this guy have to be so smug!

This person had only disappeared for fifteen minutes, so they were kissing all along? Haha, serves them right for getting bitten!

After a while, the party officially began.

First, the founder of Chenghua Fund gave a speech. Rong Weiyue looked up and saw Fu Linzheng sitting in the center of the front row. The man crossed his legs, looking relaxed and languid. He was surrounded by big shots in the industry. Although he was young, he was still very comfortable in the company, chatting and laughing. His innate cold and arrogant aura was intimidating.

He can excel on the racetrack and also make waves in the business world. Now he is gradually taking over the reins of Mingheng. At first, some people were not convinced, but after seeing his more ruthless and decisive methods and achievements than Fu Sisheng, they all shut up.

They were two rows apart, and she could still hear Fu Linzheng talking to several French guests in French. His voice was deep and magnetic, with a particularly high quality. His profile was cold and distinct, and he was serious and unsmiling. Who would have thought that he had just been entangled in a deep kiss with her in the dim light? The contrast was so striking that it made her heart flutter.

After the speeches, the banquet began, and everyone chatted freely.

After a while, Sheng Jiayu finished his work and came to find Rong Weiyue. He asked in a gentle voice, "Weiyue, I just learned about the craftsmanship of your studio. It has great potential. In a few days, I will take you to meet some friends in the industry. They are very nice."

Rong Weiyue was stunned for a moment, and before she could answer, she saw Fu Linzheng walk over, his tone cold and smiling:

“Mr. Sheng, there’s no need to rush in a few days. Tonight, we have several heavyweight investors and collectors of handicrafts, as well as cultural figures from a North American cultural foundation. They are interested in promoting Chinese intangible cultural heritage. Ms. Rong, would you like to come with me? I’ll take you to meet them.”

He spoke casually, but it was clear he was trying to elevate her. Fu Linzheng naturally had access to the most top-tier connections. Sheng Jiayu wasn't qualified to easily introduce Rong Weiyue to them, but the person those people wanted to curry favor with was Fu Linzheng, so the man could easily build a bridge for her.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Jiayu's expression stiffened slightly, feeling inexplicably annoyed at being outmaneuvered. He chuckled and teased, "President Fu, are you giving Yueyue special treatment?"

Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "We've worked together before. Miss Rong is very outstanding, and of course she deserves these connections."

Sheng Jiayu was stunned.

Rong Weiyue was also afraid of the undercurrents in the atmosphere, so she said gently to Sheng Jiayu, "Then, Brother Jiayu, I'll go with President Fu first."

"……good."

As they walked forward, Rong Weiyue whispered to Fu Linzheng, "Where are you taking me?"

The man teased, "You think you're really going to meet people and then kiss them again? You can't keep taking advantage of me all the time."

"..."

Later, Rong Weiyue realized that Fu Linzheng was serious. He introduced her to many connections through their past collaborations. Rong Weiyue spoke with these seniors in a gentle and generous manner, earning their admiration. Everyone genuinely felt that she was quite outstanding, and the two sides reached a cooperation agreement.

Fu Linzheng stayed by her side the whole time, occasionally offering a few words of support. Like a green leaf setting off a red flower, he didn't reveal their relationship, but he seemed to be her biggest support. Everyone was surprised to see how much he cared about a jewelry designer, but unfortunately, they couldn't find out the truth.

One evening, Rong Weiyue had a fruitful day. Fu Linzheng looked at her intelligence and competence, and at the praise from those around her, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he felt proud.

This is his moon, forever radiant with light.

Afterwards, the two left together through the back door and got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Both of them had been drinking tonight and didn't drive. The backlight was softly lowered, and Rong Weiyue was embraced by Fu Linzheng, happily talking about her gains today, "My husband is so good, giving me such great connections."

The man curled his lips arrogantly, toying with the wedding ring on her left hand, and said meaningfully, "What do you want that I can't give you?"

She blushed and arched her eyebrows, "Yes, you always give me the best."

In no way does she need to envy others.

Back home, the entryway was dimly lit. As soon as she stepped inside and changed her shoes, Fu Linzheng pinned her against the cabinet in the entryway. His eyes were deep and unsettling, his aggression instantly surging. His voice was low and husky: "Now that you're home, isn't it time to settle scores?"

Rong Weiyue's heart pounded, "You still remember..."

He bit her ear: "Baby, of course I have a good memory, but the key is that I hold grudges."

He continued to ask, and she, though shy, couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and wrap her arms around him: "You can calculate it however you want..."

Her initiative was like throwing a fire in an instant.

Fu Linzheng bent down and lifted her up.

As she walked towards the bedroom, her fishtail skirt and suit coat caught on the ground, while her dark blue tie and corners became tangled in the hem of her skirt, creating a vibrant and disheveled effect.

Rong Weiyue fell, then was firmly enveloped. The man's powerful body trapped her petite figure in his arms, as if she were drowning in the deep sea.

The night outside the window was hazy. She touched the moon tattoo on his chest, her favorite spot. "Fu Linzheng..."

"What's your name?" he asked in a low voice, pinching her waist and biting her lip lightly.

Her ears turned slightly red, and she said softly and coquettishly, "Husband..."

The night was as dark as ink, and the neon lights outside the window swayed in the wind, casting dappled light into the room. The two became increasingly engrossed in each other's company when suddenly Rong Weiyue's phone rang.

They are particularly bad at choosing their time.

She paused for a moment, turned her head to look, and found it was Sheng Jiayu.

Not knowing what the other party meant by calling so late at night, Fu Linzheng kissed her, not letting her answer. But then the other party called again.

Fu Linzheng's face was ashen, his smile chilling.

"What does he mean by doing this in the middle of the night?"

Her cheeks flushed red. "Could it be that he has something urgent to tell me..."

A hint of interest flashed in Fu Linzheng's eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. "Okay, you can answer it."

After hesitating for a moment, she answered the phone: "Hello, Brother Jiayu."

Before the words were even finished, the kitten was flipped over.

The man braced his hands on either side of her, his broad body covering her, his powerful arms enveloping her firmly and drawing her into his shadow.

Suddenly, without warning.

The light and shadows outside the window faded, and the room became dark. Rong Weiyue froze, her heart pounding, and she buried her face in the pillow, her eyes red and swollen.

How could this person...?

Her mind was buzzing when she saw Fu Linzheng put the phone on speakerphone, and Sheng Jiayu's voice came from the other end: "Yueyue, I'm sorry to bother you so late, are you resting?"

Fu Linzheng showed no mercy. Her face flushed red as she recalled the handmade glutinous rice mochi she had made before, which had been repeatedly pounded. Her nails dug into her hands as she tried her best to keep her voice steady as she asked, "Um, no... is there something wrong...?"

Sheng Jiayu's laughter came from the other end: "It's nothing, it's just that we haven't been in touch for a long time. I was too busy tonight and couldn't chat with you for long. Yueyue, we're still as good as before, right? We can't let things get awkward between us."

Rong Weiyue wanted to mute the phone, but Fu Linzheng wouldn't let her touch it, his deep, smiling voice close to her ear:

"Baby, focus on talking to him on the phone, don't make a fool of yourself."

He was incredibly wicked, and she blushed with embarrassment, yet deliberately teased him, her voice soft and sweet: "Yes, Brother Jiayu, of course we, we're still the same as before. You're my best brother."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was punished even more severely than before.

Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened, and his jealousy exploded instantly.

The night outside the window was deep, with car headlights and neon lights flashing in the distance, casting fragmented light and shadow through the half-drawn curtains.

The kitten meowed softly, and Sheng Jiayu on the other end of the phone asked, puzzled, "Yueyue, what's wrong?"

Fu Linzheng pinched the little girl and deliberately whispered in her ear, "Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything, baby?"

Rong Weiyue hadn't expected him to be so wicked; her cheeks burst into a tomato-like red mark. Sheng Jiayu, on the other hand, was even more puzzled: "Yueyue?"

She could only make up a story: "I... I was just washing my face..."

Fu Linzheng's soft laughter came from behind her, making her blush.

She was never a coward, and deliberately retaliated, making his breathing even heavier.

Sheng Jiayu continued on the other end: "By the way, Yueyue, I still want to introduce you to some connections that should be helpful to your studio. I think you'll want to meet them. Also, I find it strange that you have a relationship with that President Fu. He's been quite supportive of you, but I suggest you stay away from him and don't let him take advantage of you. Someone like him, who's usually unapproachable, why would he care so much about a jewelry designer like you?"

Of course, he cared about more than just her.

He's still in school...

Sheng Jiayu took a deep breath and said gently, "Yueyue, actually, the reason I came back this time is to have more contact with you. We're both single and know each other well, so I think we can have more interaction... What do you think?"

Rong Weiyue's fingers were tightly intertwined with Fu Linzheng's, and all her jealousy turned into the most direct declaration.

The broken beads scattered everywhere, splashing. Rong Weiyue bit her red lips until they turned white, her eyes welled up with tears, and just before she was about to burst into sobs, the man behind her silenced her phone.

Fu Linzheng showered her with kisses, his dark eyes blazing like ink, about to explode.

He turned the kitten over, and Fu Linzheng unsilenced his phone, caught his breath, and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice:

"Mr. Shen, I am Fu Linzheng."

There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the phone: ...Huh?!

Fu Linzheng looked at the little girl in his arms, her eyelashes glistening with tears, a half-smile playing on his lips, and lazily curled his lips into a smile:

"It's so late. I was just putting my wife to sleep. Do you need to see her?"

Sheng Jiayu: ? !!!

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Author's Note: Fu Linzheng, are you sure you're trying to lull someone to sleep?? [doge]

He got cocky again today!! Sheng Jiayu: Feed me peanuts [crying emoji]

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