Is doing it twenty times in a week considered good?

Chapter 03

Fu Linzheng gazed at her, his dark eyes like fallen leaves in a still lake, unfathomable.

Rong Weiyue was stunned for a moment, but remained calm and walked over.

She thought Fu Linzheng would turn away coldly, but to her surprise, he remained unmoved until she approached. He then tossed her coat to her, his tone indifferent and flat:

"Someone asked me to bring this to you after the banquet."

It turns out I was forced to wait for her here so that I could give her something.

She hugged her coat tightly and took a step back: "...Thank you."

The familiar mint and blueberry scent filled the air; it was the Marlboro menthol capsule cigarettes he used to enjoy smoking.

Fu Linzheng stood upright in front of her. He had been exercising for a long time, so his muscles were strong and lean, and everything about him was hard and big. There was a 25-centimeter height difference between him and her, and his body was almost twice as wide as hers.

Back then, he could hold her waist tightly with one arm, his absolute strength overwhelming her. The embrace was warm, but it wasn't quite right for her at the time. She was like a kitten in his arms, yet she had to take in that terrifying thing that resembled a giant python. She suffered a lot at first.

At this moment, Fu Linzheng cast a suffocating shadow over her. Seeing that he still hadn't left, she lowered her eyes, puzzled, and pursed her red lips, "Is there anything else?"

A light sneer fell from above, seemingly mocking her unrequited love. Fu Linzheng handed her a paper bag.

"Your neighbor packed this for you and asked me to bring it over."

Inside was a box of glutinous rice balls and a sweet soup, probably dishes served after the banquet. She loved sweet and sticky foods the most. Fu Linzheng chuckled.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm waiting for you here for?"

"..."

She took it and suddenly noticed that his left wrist was completely bare.

The moon tattoo that used to be there has been removed.

Rong Weiyue's eyes flickered slightly, and her voice returned to its distant and polite tone: "I didn't think that way, thank you."

Fu Linzheng looked at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable. A brief silence fell over the room. She was about to speak, saying she would leave first, when a voice beat her to it: "Miss Rong—"

It's Mr. Ke, who was sitting at the same table as me just now.

He walked over, nodded to Fu Linzheng, and looked expectantly at Rong Weiyue: "Miss Rong, it's raining outside, shall I take you home?"

"Thank you, but no need, I have a car."

She walked forward, and Mr. Ke caught up with her: "Ms. Rong, can we add each other on WeChat? We can chat sometime."

Before she could speak, Fu Linzheng's cold voice boomed from behind:

"Make way, you're blocking the way."

He had his hands in his pockets, his face cold and weary.

Mr. Ke quickly apologized and stepped back. Fu Linzheng walked between the two of them, and then Rong Weiyue spoke in a cold voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ke, I'm busy with work and don't have time to chat."

The refusal was obvious.

The other person left dejectedly.

Finally, Rong Weiyue said goodbye to the newlyweds and drove away from the hotel.

The car stopped at the red light at the intersection. Soon the light turned green, and suddenly a low, hoarse engine roared in my ears as a black supercar sped past in the adjacent lane.

It was Fu Linzheng's Bugatti.

Like a ghostly shadow, moving swiftly and with lightning speed, it quickly disappeared from sight.

Rong Weiyue looked away, feeling stifled, and rolled down the car window. The song playing on the car radio was blown away by the wind; it was Faye Wong's "The Fleeting Years".

How many times have we said "Those fleeting years"?

Delaying after saying goodbye

Unfortunately, who has it?

Having loved is not a mere eloquent debate on the seven emotions.

Those fleeting years, we hastily left behind /

An unbearable promise /

We can only wait for someone else to fulfill their promise...

The female host's gentle voice came through: "Youth is like a rare film. I wonder if, when you think back to that summer when you were eighteen, there are any unforgettable people or events..."

Rong Weiyue gazed ahead, her thoughts drifting like a song, traversing mountains and rivers, returning to that sweltering summer before the start of her senior year of high school.

That night, she met Fu Linzheng for the first time.

Because she wanted better educational resources, Rong Weiyue was forced by her parents to transfer to Lan Gao High School. At the end of July, all the senior students returned to school early for make-up classes. She was assigned to the key class, Class 6 of Senior 3. As soon as she entered, there were all kinds of big and small exams, which made her feel suffocated.

On the last day of August, before the official start of the new semester, the school made an exception and allowed everyone to hold a summer concert so that they could take a breather.

Many first- and second-year high school students also came in the evening. It was Rong Weiyue's first time participating in such an event. Yin Lu gave her two cheering sticks and pulled her to sit down on the lawn in the sixth class's camp.

The summer breeze was scorching, and the playground was packed with people. Just before the performance began, a sudden exclamation rang out from the back of the classroom: "Hey, Master Zheng is finally back?!"

The clamor of voices spread like waves in all directions. Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw several boys coming down from the stands in the distance. The boy in the middle was the most eye-catching. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, with dark eyebrows and cold eyes. He was so handsome that he was captivating.

He laughed and kicked the person next to him, acting both arrogant and wild.

Many boys came up to him, put their arms around his shoulders, and congratulated him on his triumphant return.

"Brother Zheng, we all thought you wouldn't come until school started. Wow, you've given us a surprise, haven't you!"

"Yeah, don't you have a celebration party? No problem, we'll throw one for you!"

The boys chatted and laughed, and many girls around them cast admiring glances their way, even passing around videos of his competition, their excited shouts escaping from time to time.

Rong Weiyue didn't recognize him, so Yin Lu introduced him to her as Fu Linzheng, a rich young master and a skilled race car driver. "There are many of his racing videos and love confession posts on our school forum, so everyone knows him."

After the concert began, the excitement behind Rong Weiyue never stopped. People were either asking Fu Linzheng for autographs or taking photos with him. During the Q&A session, a high school boy took the microphone and asked with a smile:

"I want to ask Fu Linzheng, a senior in high school. Many girls in our class like you and asked me to ask for your contact information!"

The playground erupted in cheers, as if someone had started it, with waves of shouts rising and falling: "Fu Linzheng! Add me on WeChat!"

There was equipment similar to that used in concerts. The camera lens was pointed at the large screen projected onto Fu Linzheng under the night sky. The boy was seen sitting lazily on the grass with his legs bent, one hand casually supporting him on the ground behind him, with the long shadow of the dim yellow stadium lights behind him.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled the hem of his black T-shirt. Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng pulled out his phone, raised it towards the camera, and casually curled his lips into a smile, exuding an air of nonchalance.

"I'm too lazy to give them to everyone one by one, just scan them."

The next second, his WeChat QR code was clearly displayed on the LED screen under the night sky, extremely eye-catching, like some kind of unbridled invitation.

A scream erupted from the audience:

"Ohhhh, damn, he really is Master Zheng!"

"Hahaha, holy crap, that was so cool!!"

The entire venue erupted in excitement, with many people raising their phones to scan the QR code, regardless of gender; some were interested, while others were simply joining in the fun.

The girls in Class 6 exclaimed, "I bet Fu Linzheng's friend requests are going to explode tonight."

"Of course, so many people like him. I heard that the prettiest girl in the next class chased him all summer, and the cheerleading captain from Class 3 also confessed to him. I don't know if she succeeded."

"Fu Linzheng has no shortage of girlfriends; girls are always chasing after him, one after another..."

The girls around them gossiped, and Yin Lu asked Rong Weiyue, "Did you just glance at Fu Linzheng?"

Rong Weiyue said calmly, "No."

Why sweep? This guy is such a show-off.

As the concert ended and the crowd dispersed, Yin Lu returned to her dormitory, while Rong Weiyue left the school, feeling extremely thirsty, and went to the convenience store at the school gate.

A rumble of thunder sounded overhead, as if it were about to rain. She quickly picked out drinks from the freezer, when a sweet, soft female voice came from behind her:

"Ah Zheng, today is my eighteenth birthday. I'm going to sing karaoke and have some late-night snacks with my friends later. Can you come and celebrate with me?"

Rong Weiyue turned her head and couldn't help but look curiously. Under the camphor tree, Fu Linzheng was drinking soda with some friends. A tall and beautiful girl was acting coquettishly. She seemed to be the class beauty from the next class.

Amidst the teasing from his friends, Fu Linzheng remained calm and composed, replying, "I'm busy, I'm not going."

“But I really hope you come,” the girl pouted. “Fu Linzheng, I’ve been pursuing you for so long, can’t you consider me? I promise to be a very obedient girlfriend, and I’ll change all the things you don’t like.”

He chuckled: "Change it no matter what?"

"Um……"

He withdrew his hand, a smile curving his lips: "But what I don't like is you as a person. How can you change that?"

The girl's eyes reddened with anger: "Fu Linzheng!!"

He crushed the can with one hand, threw it into the trash can, and raised his dark eyes, his gaze falling precisely on Rong Weiyue.

It was as if they had already discovered that she was spying on them.

She paused for a moment, then looked back calmly.

My eyes are on her, why can't I look?

Fu Linzheng chuckled softly, seemingly laughing at someone, then leaned down and arrogantly raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him: "Happy 18th birthday, birthday girl, don't shed any tears."

The girl was so angry that she cried and ran away.

Finally, Rong Weiyue took a bottle of green orange sparkling water to pay. As she walked out of the store, a sudden downpour began, and all the umbrellas in the shop had been borrowed.

With a loud crash, the rain poured down.

She had no choice but to hold up her schoolbag to cover her head and run quickly toward the bus stop.

As I ran with my head down, I felt myself brush past someone, and then I heard a male voice behind me: "Hey."

She didn't stop, and the sound rang out again.

On a rainy day, who would stop? She was about to move forward when her arm was grabbed and pulled back, and a tall figure burst into her field of vision.

Under the scent of tobacco, the rain overhead stopped.

She looked up and saw Fu Linzheng.

The boy held an umbrella, the black mole on his eyelid drooping, his features sharp and aggressive.

He smirked and said, "Hey classmate, am I that scary? Running so fast."

She was slightly taken aback. He glanced at the class nameplate he had picked up, twirled it between his fingers, and handed it to her: "You dropped it."

She took it, clutching the orange sparkling water, and whispered with her eyes downcast, "Thank you, I didn't hear you just now."

A chuckle came from above, seemingly indicating disbelief.

An umbrella was shoved into her hand.

"Need not……"

She wanted to refuse, but Fu Linzheng had already stepped into the rain, his voice trailing off:

"Just return it to me when you're done using it."

"—Classmate."

...

She never imagined that from the moment she received the class sign that night...

Her fate became intertwined with that of Fu Linzheng.

It started with a heavy rain, and it ended with a heavy rain.

Later, no one could say for sure who was the one who was drawn to the flame in that relationship.

-

The rain pattered all night. Rong Weiyue took a pill but still couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. Early the next morning, she was awakened by the sound of gongs and drums beating downstairs for a funeral. She couldn't fall back asleep.

She got up and stared blankly at the zolpidem on the bedside table.

The medicine was no longer effective for her.

It was still cloudy outside. She walked around the pile of cardboard boxes by the door, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then returned to the living room.

The room was simply decorated in white and gray. The living room had a coffee table, a sofa, and a dining table. A few lisianthus flowers were placed in a vase. The room was tidy but a little cramped. In the corner of the living room, there were several cardboard boxes piled up, containing her filigree inlaid reference books. There was nowhere to put them.

After graduating and returning to Beijing, she didn't want to go home, so she rented a place on her own. She used all her money to open a studio. This old and run-down apartment was introduced to her by a senior from university. The landlord was her cousin. The location was a bit out of the way, but the price was cheap. She didn't have to share with anyone and saved on agency fees.

The old neighborhood has a mediocre environment, is close to the road and has a lot of noise, and is far from her studio. Her daily commute takes more than an hour, so her living experience is just average, and she doesn't want to put much effort into decorating it.

She sat down on the hard sofa, disinfected her hands, put on her contact lenses, and felt the cool film against her eyelids. She moved her eyes around, and her previously blurry vision became clear.

She looked up at the peeling, cracked ceiling and sighed.

She'll move to a different apartment when her lease expires next year.

She still wants a little place she likes, even if it's a bit pricey, as long as it gives her a comfortable place to stay.

When she arrived at the studio in the morning, she called the production coordinator of the "Frost and Snow Ballad" drama series to inquire about the collaboration.

The person on the other end said, "Your competitor is Cui'an, an established jewelry company with a bigger reputation and lower prices."

Rong Weiyue said with difficulty, "I've quoted the lowest price. The cost and technology are what they are. I can guarantee that what our studio produces will be of the highest quality."

“I acknowledge your technical skills, but Cui’an might not meet our requirements. Or do you have any connections? Could you ask someone to help introduce us?”

In today's business world, the first thing to consider is ability, and the second is connections.

Everyone is secretly vying for her attention; she now needs someone to act as a go-between.

After hanging up the phone, Rong Weiyue looked out the window in deep thought.

Suddenly, a person popped into my mind.

She immediately went to the table and sent the email.

Two days later, the other party called back: "Xiaoyue, I just got back from my business trip yesterday. I'm at school this afternoon. Come find me and we'll talk in person."

She happily agreed, "Okay, teacher."

In the afternoon, the aroma of tea filled an office at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Chen Rusheng poured her a cup of tea: "Come, try my Drunken Beauty. You can handle strong tea."

Chen Rusheng, a renowned professor, was her teacher when she came to the Central Academy of Fine Arts as an exchange student during her junior year. He admired her greatly, helped her win awards in competitions, and would also introduce her to clients.

Perhaps he has the connections she needs.

Rong Weiyue offered to pour tea for her teacher, but she only took a sip herself because she was afraid of having insomnia. Chen Rusheng smiled kindly and said, "How's work lately? I see you've lost weight. You must be working very hard."

She smiled faintly and said it was alright. Chen Rusheng knew she was working hard. "Do you have a boyfriend? Do you not have time to date?"

"Teacher, are you also urging me to get married?"

He laughed and said, "Just kidding. Nowadays, young people are getting married and having children later in life. There's no rush. Fate will bring you the right person."

Rong Weiyue asked, "Teacher, how have you been feeling lately?"

"Ever since I was diagnosed with fatty liver last year, I've been very health-conscious. My teacher's wife is watching me every day, telling me what I can and can't eat..."

Amidst the laughter and conversation, a knock sounded at the door. Chen Rusheng said, "Come in—"

The door opened, and Chen Rusheng was pleasantly surprised to see the person at the door:

"Ah Zheng, what brings you here?!"

Rong Weiyue suddenly turned her head and looked over, the faint smile on her face abruptly fading away—

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, which was stretched out by Tuoluo's tall figure. His legs were incredibly long, and his waist and abdomen were narrow and strong.

Looking further up, Fu Linzheng's face came into view.

Beneath his baseball cap, his face was shrouded in shadow, his dark eyes sharp, his flamboyant demeanor tinged with cold desire.

Why is Fu Linzheng here?

Did he know Chen Rusheng?

Chen Rusheng beckoned him in, and Fu Linzheng said lazily, "My dad came back from abroad a couple of days ago and brought you some medicine. He also asked me to come and see you, you old bones."

“I’m much better than him. Let him worry about himself.”

Fu Linzheng sat down on the sofa opposite her. Rong Weiyue stared blankly at his cold gaze, her fingers tightening as she lowered her head.

Why have I been running into him so often lately?

Chen Rusheng looked at Fu Linzheng: "Aren't you usually training at this time?"

Fu Linzheng stroked the Tide Ring on his right hand. "I went to the company this afternoon and listened to the financial report for two hours. I almost fell asleep."

Chen Rusheng laughed: "Your dad finally convinced you to take charge of the company. It's good that you're getting some exercise early. I'm chatting with my students. If you're not in a hurry to leave, sit down for a bit."

He glanced at the person opposite him, crossed his long legs, and leaned back as if boneless: "No rush, you can talk, just don't pour me that bitter tea again."

"You brat, it's a waste to give you my good tea."

Chen Rusheng introduced Rong Weiyue: "This is my old classmate's son, Fu Linzheng. He's a race car driver now, Zheng. Let me also introduce you, Weiyue. She's my former student. She's only twenty-five years old and she already owns her own company. What do you think?"

Rong Weiyue looked up and met his gaze. The man said, "Hmm, young and promising. You beat 99% of the graduates in the country. I can't even compare."

"..."

Rong Weiyue didn't want to pay attention. Seeing Fu Linzheng's nonchalant attitude, Chen Rusheng laughed and scolded, "She is much more obedient than you. You, on the other hand, make your father so angry that he gets high blood pressure. Xiaoyue has been a top student since she was a child. She doesn't cause any trouble with her studies and is especially well-behaved and obedient."

"Well-behaved and obedient."

Fu Linzheng scoffed lightly, his tongue lazily tracing those four words: "Is that so?"

His voice seemed to carry a strong sense of sarcasm.

Rong Weiyue's scalp tightened as she saw the man's lips curl up and his gaze fixed on her: "So, if you have a relationship with someone in high school, does that count as being well-behaved?"

After graduating from high school, I stayed in the room with him and made love twenty times a week. Does that count as being a good girl?