"Go straight down the elevator?" Fu Jingsheng planned to start from the basement.
"Mmm, honey." Rong Yan rested her chin on the man's neck. "Should I get down first?"
"No need." The man pressed the down button with one hand, and as soon as he entered the elevator, he pinned Rong Yan against the corner and kissed her passionately.
After the elevator reached the basement level, the doors slowly opened.
Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng sat on the supine board with their fingers intertwined.
"Will you lie down or should I lie down?" Rong Yan asked.
Fu Jingsheng gasped. The hard board and the slanted curve were too much for his aching back. The main problem was that he hadn't recovered his energy from the high frequency of the past two days, but a man can't say he can't.
He sat down directly on it, saying, "I'll be your human cushion."
Rong Yan straddled the man, lifting his chin with her index finger: "Okay."
The moment the woman raised her chin, she inadvertently saw the starlight outside the glass window.
Her gaze was drawn to him: "Fu Jingsheng, there are stars today."
Rong Yan stood up and went outside.
Fu Jingsheng actually breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It really is."
“Sagittarius,” Rong Yan pointed to the sky, “I haven’t seen such clear stars in a long time.”
Fu Jingsheng wasn't as romantic as Rong Yan. In his eyes, all stars were the same, and he couldn't even tell where Sagittarius was.
“The universe is the most romantic thing.” Rong Yan sat on the steps admiring the sky.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
"The nearest luminous star is about four light-years away from us, which means it takes four years for its light to reach us. It has been traveling for four years. There are many other stars in the universe that are much farther away. Just like right now, what we are seeing is what they looked like tens of thousands of years ago. Let's appreciate them together from tens of thousands of years ago."
Fu Jingsheng looked at his wife, whose eyes were like stars, and he couldn't help but kiss her: "Rong Yan, you are more beautiful than the stars."
A woman immersed in cosmic romance shines brightly.
Rong Yan leaned towards Fu Jingsheng: "Honey, have you ever made a wish upon a star?"
"Yes, I have."
"Has it been achieved?"
"It's done. Didn't we remarry?"
"Is this what you wished for?"
"Yes, it will take many years to achieve." Fu Jingsheng pursed his lips. "But it's good that it can be achieved."
“Honey, the stars are so far away from us. It will be years before they receive your wishes, so you have to be patient after you make a wish,” Rong Yan said seriously.
"I know, honey. If we're here, does that mean species from tens of thousands of years ago can witness our happiness?" Fu Jingsheng suddenly felt a surge of excitement.
Under the starry sky, nothing could be more romantic than two people embracing.
Rong Yan linked arms with Fu Jingsheng: "It's just that the floor is a bit dirty."
The man got up, took out a yoga mat, and laid it on the grass.
Fu Jingsheng laid his wife down and kissed her.
After Rong Yan's clothes were removed, she shivered.
"Come inside." Fu Jingsheng carried his wife inside.
The two kissed all the way up from the basement.
After going down to the first floor, Fu Jingsheng pinned Rong Yan against the stairs: "Wife, I'm going to start."
After saying that, the man got to the point.
Rong Yan took a breath, closed her eyes, and rested her head on the armrest: "Slow down."
After going back and forth several times, Fu Jingsheng carried the woman upstairs.
The man stopped after climbing to the second floor.
Rong Yan wrapped her arms around the man's neck, trying her best to fit in with him.
After regaining his balance, Fu Jingsheng let go of her hand and squeezed her stiff arm, saying, "Wife, you stand here, I'll rest for a while."
Fu Jingsheng relaxed a bit and continued.
Rong Yan felt sorry for her husband: "Why don't you just stop?"
"I can still go." Fu Jingsheng rallied his spirits and pulled his wife into his arms.
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Rong Bing's home.
Fu Jingchen moved his luggage in, preparing to live with Rong Bing.
The old lady passed away, and the Fu family announced its dissolution. On the contrary, his small company still made some profit. The man was glad that he had left the Fu family early.
I heard that Fu Jingsheng mortgaged the villa, and soon they will move to a house that is even smaller than their own.
Fu Jingchen felt that his life was going smoothly, and he should enjoy it.
Rong Bing never expected that after all the effort she put into harming Rong Yan, she couldn't even hurt a hair on her head, but later, when she stopped doing anything, Rong Yan and the others actually ran into trouble.
The woman had never been in such a good mood. She secretly vowed that she would live even better from now on and make Rong Yan furious.
That evening, the courtyard on the first floor was brightly lit, and Rong Bing sat on a stone bench watching Fu Jingchen pack his luggage.
"Jing Chen, why don't you pick me up and let me stay at your place?" Rong Bing suddenly asked.
Fu Jingchen was suddenly stunned.
He quickly came up with an excuse: "Grandma just passed away. After all, she lived there before, and I'm afraid you won't be used to it."
In reality, the man hadn't thought about spending the rest of his life with Rong Bing. What if he took Rong Bing with him and then couldn't send her away later?
"Oh." The woman was half-convinced. "It's okay, you can stay here. Are you all settled in? If you are, let's go out to eat together."
"Okay, I'll take the things inside. Bingbing, I've extended your lease for another six months." Fu Jingchen hadn't originally intended to tell Rong Bing, but at this moment, to express how much he valued the woman, he said it.
"Thank you." Rong Bing smiled. "You want me to stay here long-term, huh? Okay, it's quiet here."
“That’s not what I meant, Bingbing. After Grandma is out of mourning, you can come to my place,” Fu Jingchen explained.
"Okay." Rong Bing knew somewhat why Fu Jingchen wouldn't take her over, but she didn't dare to say it. After all, she had finally reconciled with Fu Jingchen, and everything had to be done slowly.
After Fu Jingchen brought the luggage into the house, he took Rong Bing's hand and went out.
This was Rong Bing's first time shopping since injuring her leg. Sitting in a wheelchair rented from the mall, she finally stopped feeling inferior. Fu Jingchen pushed her to the rooftop restaurant first.
Fu Jingchen and Rong Bing sat on one side, constantly serving food to the woman.
Rong Bing was moved again. She took the man's arm and said, "Jing Chen, let's get married."
The man paused, his hand holding the spoon still. Marriage? How could he dare?
He was afraid the woman would misunderstand if he said it directly, so he brought up his recently deceased grandmother.
"Bingbing, can you wait a moment? Grandma just... You know the rules of Tiancheng."
"I know, I just asked casually, it was a momentary impulse. Let's eat." Rong Bing released the man's hand.
The two of them ate a little something and then went to the movie theater together.
On a weekday evening, there were hardly any people in the cinema.
Rong Bing and the others sat in the corner.
Fu Jingchen bought two cups of milk tea, and before the movie even started, the man began to grope her.
"Bingbing," Fu Jingchen asked Rong Bing for her consent.
Rong Bing stroked the man's chest muscles: "You want to stay here? Don't be fooled by the darkness; apparently, it's on the security cameras."
"I just want to kiss you, touch you, and have some fun. I've wanted this day for a long time. I've asked you to come out before, but you never did." The man's deep voice brushed against the woman's ear.
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