Chapter 18. He lifted her up, supporting her buttocks with one hand...
Chapter 18
Rong Weiyue used to hate hearing the word "home". To her, home was a depressing and dull cage, filled with oppressive education and sharp scolding. After graduation, she returned to Beijing because of work, but she did not insist on living at home and preferred to rent a place outside.
The rented room she used to live in didn't give her a sense of belonging, and now the place she lives with Fu Linzheng is just someone else's house to her.
But Fu Linzheng said at that moment, "Let's go home."
The cold house seemed to have gained warmth, as if it were... a home that belonged to the two of them.
Her heart, like the crust of an egg tart puffed up by hot air, froze for a moment, until Fu Linzheng's languid voice pulled her thoughts back:
"What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you leaving?"
Rong Weiyue snapped out of her daze and followed him into the torrential rain.
Without her glasses, everything was blurry, especially on a dimly lit, rainy day. Suffering from night blindness, she gently clutched the hem of her skirt, her high heels trembling as she nervously descended the steps.
She tried to carefully descend further, but suddenly a powerful force came from below her, lifting her up into the air.
Fu Linzheng held the umbrella in one hand and easily lifted her up with the other, carrying her down the stairs. Rong Weiyue was so startled that she quickly clung to his shoulder, "Fu Linzheng..."
Her voice was soft and gentle, like a kitten's, and it landed softly in his ear. The uniquely sweet scent of green tangerine wafted over him, a scent he couldn't find anywhere else in the market. Her body was also so soft, as if she had no bones.
She blushed, bewildered, and said, "Put me down..."
Fu Linzheng felt a surge of anger rising within him. He turned his eyes away and spoke in a hoarse voice: "You walk so slowly, I have to hold an umbrella for you and follow along at a leisurely pace. Do you think I'm your bodyguard?"
She lightly tugged at his clothes with her fingertips, her heart pounding like a deer's, her red lips parted but she couldn't utter a word.
Okay, she really was walking too slowly...
The man walked down the steps with steady steps. She was practically sitting on one of his arms, but he did it with ease. He seemed even stronger than he was in high school, and the muscles bulging beneath his racing suit exuded a burst of hormones.
Back in high school, he often picked her up and kissed her like this.
Once, after training, the boy came back with his muscular upper body bare, wearing only work pants. He lifted her up with one arm while she was watching a movie in the living room, and carried her directly into the room, tossing her up and down like on a trampoline.
Finally, his chest was covered in sweat, the veins in his neck bulging, and he pressed her against the wall, kissing her as he breathed heavily and sighed, "Baby, it's so beautiful."
She clung tightly to him, whimpering softly. The rain above them, just like the rain that had fallen that day, soaked a large patch of his pants.
Rong Weiyue extinguished her beautiful memories, her ears burning, and remained motionless as he held her. Fu Linzheng's voice came: "Where did you park your car?"
"I took a taxi here because my own car broke down."
"Oh," he said lazily.
Rong Weiyue saw a green light countdown flashing across the street below the steps: 15, 14, 13, 12, 11...
Fu Linzheng's sports car was parked across the street, and she couldn't help but remind him, "The green light is about to end..."
Fu Linzheng looked up and slowed his pace even further.
Finally, when he reached the roadside, with three seconds left, he stopped.
?
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but grumble, "Why didn't you walk faster? You could have made it just now..."
Fu Linzheng scoffed, "How can I walk fast if I'm carrying you?"
"..."
Isn't he having a very easy time?
The red light across the street remained on. Rong Weiyue, worried that he might get tired and also feeling shy, said, "Put me down first."
"I have no strength."
"..." I don't have the strength to put her down, but I have the strength to hold her?
Fu Linzheng's low, languid voice rang out: "Didn't you see the water on the ground? Aren't you afraid of getting your high heels dirty?"
When she stepped on the ground, her shoes were gone.
She bit her lip and could only agree. Raindrops pounded on the umbrella, sliding down the ribs and dripping onto the paving stones, splashing water that shimmered like shattered gold under the headlights of cars coming from across the street.
Night had not yet fully fallen; the sky was a hazy blue-gray, and the city lights in the distance were just beginning to illuminate the scene, like a silver river on earth.
Fu Linzheng held the umbrella in one hand, leaning towards her, while his other hand held her firmly. Half of his coat was already soaked by the rain. He was tall and straight, and his dark eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the car lights with a cool temperature, making him look aloof and handsome.
She nestled in his arms like a kitten, her slightly damp hair clinging to her cheeks, almost completely enveloped by him, shielding her from the wind and rain.
The pedestrians behind me came and went in a hurry.
But they seemed to have been pulled out of the crowd, into another world.
The man's deep, magnetic voice came again: "Are you cold?"
She shook her head slightly, "I'm not cold..."
Finally, the streetlights came on, and Fu Linzheng carried her across to the other side.
Rong Weiyue saw the Lamborghini with the unique 0831 license plate that represented his identity. He handed her the umbrella, then opened the passenger door and carried her inside.
The car was warm and cozy with the heater on.
Fu Linzheng got into the driver's seat, took out a blanket and towel from the storage compartment, and said lazily, "I'll wipe myself down, otherwise I'll catch a cold and infect you."
She took it, "Thank you..."
Fu Linzheng quickly wiped himself down and started the car.
With the engine roaring, the silver-black Lamborghini, like a swift jungle beast, churned through the water and merged into the main road.
Fu Linzheng asked calmly, "What's wrong with your car?"
"I don't understand. The power system kept giving me warnings, so I sent it to the 4S shop for repairs."
He asked her for the address of the 4S store, and while the light was red, he opened WeChat and said, "My friend knows the store manager. I asked him to help you deal with it as soon as possible."
Seeing that he had already sent the message, Rong Weiyue had no choice but to thank him and agree, "What were you doing here just now?"
Fu Linzheng pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek. "Just happened to be passing by."
How could this be such a perfect coincidence...
Fu Linzheng tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips, his voice lazy and arrogant: "It's a good opportunity to pick someone up and drop them off. Someone even got a good deal."
"..."
Rong Weiyue: "Actually, I can take the subway by myself."
Fu Linzheng glanced at her coldly, and Rong Weiyue felt that she had been somewhat ungrateful: "But I might as well take advantage of this, so... thank you."
Fu Linzheng scoffed lightly and continued driving.
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but turn to look at him and found that he seemed to have returned to the state he was in before climbing the mountain. He was in a good mood and was still as arrogant as ever.
I guess training went pretty smoothly this week.
She brought up another topic: "Fu Linzheng, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner."
"Oh, I thought someone had forgotten."
"How could that be? I remember. I'll make a reservation at the restaurant when you have time."
What restaurant?
"I've been to a Black Pearl three-diamond restaurant before, and the food was pretty good." She figured that since she was treating, it had to be something high-end, otherwise a rich kid like him wouldn't be interested.
However, Fu Linzheng said, "Rong Weiyue, can you be a little more sincere? Thank me, and then take me out to eat someone else's cooking?"
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
"You mean I should go home and cook? But I'm not a very good cook..."
"I've seen what your cooking skills are like, but I can eat anything."
"..."
She tried to salvage her image: "My cooking skills have improved, at least compared to before."
After the college entrance examination, Rong Weiyue cooked for him a few times at his apartment. At that time, she had just learned to cook and followed the recipes step by step. Every time she cooked, it was like a battle. She had no talent at all. Now she occasionally cooks something for herself, but it is just simple steaming or stewing. Most of the time, she orders takeout.
Seeing her slightly guilty look, Fu Linzheng smirked and said, "Alright, let's try it tonight."
Rong Weiyue rubbed her ears and said that there was no food in the refrigerator, so she would order some on her phone first. "What dishes would you like to eat? You can order."
He tapped the steering wheel lightly with his knuckles, and after a few seconds, he uttered, "Let's have the spicy boiled fish."
Rong Weiyue was stunned.
This was the first dish she ever made for him, and it was also her favorite. The fish slices were already cut when she bought them, and the seasoning packets were also ready-made. However, because the batter on the fish slices was too thick, the whole bowl was mushy. But Fu Linzheng said it tasted good and finished the whole bowl.
I didn't expect him to bring this up.
She gave a light nod and then ordered other items to go with the meal.
Back in the neighborhood, Fu Linzheng asked how Hu Hu had been these past few days. Rong Weiyue nodded: "She's been quite well-behaved, but she's really picky about food. She can't eat the same canned meat for two meals in a row, she only eats the florets of broccoli, and the other day I ground the deworming medicine too coarsely, and she picked out even the smallest bit."
Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "Now you know how difficult it is to raise, right? I have to take care of it like a king every day."
"But it's usually very obedient. Now it lets me hold it, and it often follows me around at home."
Stepping into the elevator, Fu Linzheng pressed the floor button and said nonchalantly, "What do you think it is? It's getting closer and closer to you now. It'll cling to you from now on, and you'll have a headache then."
Rong Weiyue raised her lips slightly: "I don't have a headache. With it bothering me, I'm not so lonely."
For the past two years, she has been living alone. Although she has friends around her, everyone is busy with their own things, and she comes back to an empty house every day from her studio.
Loneliness is the norm in her life. She seems to have never really felt that feeling of being "clung to" since she was a child, except for... Fu Linzheng in the past.
Fu Linzheng noticed the fleeting sadness on her face, his eyes darkened, and he said lazily, "Don't worry, you won't have a chance to feel lonely anymore."
She was slightly taken aback. The man glanced at her reflection in the elevator door, his hands in his pockets. "This guy is so clingy. He makes you play with him in different ways every day. He even crawls into your bed if you don't close the door at night. And he's also good at providing emotional support. If you're unhappy, he'll definitely stay by your side."
Her dimples curved slightly. "That felt even happier."
Back home, as soon as the door was opened, Hu Hu came running out at the sound, excitedly rubbing against Fu Linzheng's legs, its tail wagging like a propeller.
Rong Weiyue was envious. Fu Linzheng smiled and picked it up, "It's rare. This is the first time I've been away from home for so long and it still knows to miss your dad."
Fu Linzheng put it in the living room, washed his hands, and saw a vase of pale purple freesias on the coffee table. The kitchen tablecloth had also been changed to a clean apricot white, and several succulents had been planted on the balcony.
Rong Weiyue noticed his gaze and quickly explained, "I changed the tablecloth a few days ago because it was a bit dirty. I also added some decorations. If you don't like it, you can change it."
A hint of tenderness softened in Fu Linzheng's eyes as he leaned against the island counter. "It's alright, I guess."
He held out his hand, "Give me your phone."
"Huh? What do you want me to do?"
He said helplessly, "Would I steal your savings?"
Rong Weiyue handed him the phone, completely bewildered, and watched him operate it step by step, returning it to her after he succeeded.
"I've linked one of my cards to your account. There's no limit. You can use this to buy things for the house in the future. Also, if you have time, you can refurbish some furniture. You don't need to ask me; you can decide for yourself. Anyway, I'm tired of what I'm looking at and I just want to change it."
She froze: "You...you said you were short of money? Is the rent you collect each month enough to live on?"
Fu Linzheng replied quite matter-of-factly: "Save where you should save, spend where you should spend. Isn't happiness the most important thing in life?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue went to pour water and said casually, "I thought you were having financial difficulties, but I didn't expect you to spend so much money to buy this house and now you're renting it out."
Fu Linzheng met her gaze, his Adam's apple bobbed, and after a few seconds he said lightly, "It's because I bought this house that I'm having financial difficulties, so I'm renting it out to make some money. Is there a problem with that?"
Okay, maybe she's just overthinking it.
Rong Weiyue thought of something and quickly went to the bedroom. When she came out, she was holding a gift box. "Fu Linzheng, this is for you. Thank you for taking care of my studio's business, helping me get my money back from Zhao Xin, and now you've even waived my water and electricity bills so I can stay here. I've always owed you a formal thank you."
Rong Weiyue held the box, her amber eyes shimmering slightly in the light as she looked at him. Fu Linzheng paused for a moment, then took the box, raising an eyebrow slightly: "There's another gift?"
"Well, my finances are limited, it's just a small token of my appreciation."
Fu Linzheng saw the logo of a top Italian luxury brand printed on the box. When he opened it, a simple and stylish silver Cuban chain lay quietly inside, gleaming with a sharp, cold light.
She didn't know what he lacked. That day, she spent most of the mall without finding a gift she liked. Then she saw this necklace, fell in love with it at first sight, and bought it without hesitation, thinking it suited Fu Linzheng's temperament perfectly.
“I see you’re wearing a necklace, but I don’t know what kind of pendant you like. You can choose one yourself.”
Fu Linzheng's dark eyes flashed with emotion, but he quickly put away his nonchalant attitude: "Thanks, it looks pretty good."
He took the gift back to his room. The doorbell rang, and Rong Weiyue went to open the door, bringing in the groceries that had been delivered. She put on her glasses and an apron and said, "Tonight I'll cook boiled fish, salt and pepper spare ribs, and steam this."
When Fu Linzheng saw her take out a snow crab, he frowned slightly: "Why are you buying seafood? Aren't you allergic?"
She remembered that the only thing he used to love to eat was snow crab. "Don't you know how to eat it?"
Fu Linzheng took the snow crab from her, worried that she might pinch her hand. "Don't you know seafood is high in purines? From now on, I'll buy whatever you like. My tastes are pretty much the same."
After saying that, he added, "Forget it, don't buy any more. I'll do the grocery shopping for the family from now on."
"Oh... okay."
This person is probably worried that the vegetables she bought won't suit his taste.
Rong Weiyue went to wash the fish slices, searching on her phone as she did so. Fu Linzheng, having fed Hu Hu dinner, came over and saw her engrossed in her phone, and lazily teased, "My cooking skills have improved, at least compared to before."
This is not like before, when I could spend half a day looking at a recipe.
Rong Weiyue put down her phone, feeling embarrassed. "It's been a long time since I've made this dish. I'll refresh my memory."
"If you finish reviewing what you've learned, will I still be able to eat dinner at midnight tonight?"
He lazily said he had time and would help her out. The two of them cooked the boiled fish according to the seasoning packet, which was fairly simple. Afterwards, Fu Linzheng went to search for the steps to prepare snow crab. Rong Weiyue couldn't believe his cooking skills: "Can you do this?"
Fu Linzheng turned to look at her, "When did I become incapable?"
These words inexplicably sparked the imagination, so Rong Weiyue rubbed her ears and walked away.
Fu Linzheng barely finished processing the snow crab and put it into the steamer when the doorbell rang. Not knowing who it was, he went to open the door, and a woman peeked out, her dimples curving gently: "Good evening, brother."
The woman wore a retro long dress and a hat. Now, she took off her sunglasses, and even the dim light in the corridor could not hide her extremely beautiful and delicate face. Her eyebrows and eyes were clear and bright, and a red mole on her earlobe was adorned with a pearl. Her temperament was as gentle as water.
Upon seeing her, Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "What brings you here?"
"I finished work early today, so I sneaked out to see you."
Fu Linzheng let her in, then reluctantly helped her take off her hat: "Can you stop dressing like a thief?"
"There are so many paparazzi these days, I have to protect myself."
Ni Yin walked in, and Hu Hu wagged its tail excitedly when it saw her. She smiled and picked it up, saying, "Hu Hu, it's been a long time!"
She carried Huhu inside, exclaiming, "It smells so good! What's that smell? Bro, are you cooking? Someone who hasn't cooked in ages, you actually know how to cook?"
Before she could finish speaking, she saw the woman standing in front of the central island and her eyes lit up: "Sister Weiyue?"
Rong Weiyue had just heard the voice and hadn't reacted yet; her ears were now slightly burning: "Hi, Yinyin..."
Ni Yin is Fu Linzheng's younger sister, who is four years younger than him. The two siblings have different surnames, one taking their father's surname and the other their mother's. Ni Yin returned to Beijing from the south to attend high school, skipping a grade. So when Rong Weiyue was a senior in high school, Ni Yin was a freshman.
They used to have a good relationship, but after breaking up with Fu Linzheng, she was too embarrassed to contact Ni Yin again.
In her eyes, Ni Yin was a particularly gentle and lovely younger sister. Now that she has grown up, she is even more beautiful and slender than she appears on TV. It has to be said that the two siblings are both incredibly good-looking.
Ni Yin put down Hu Hu and walked over with a smile. "Sister Wei Yue, so you live at my brother's house?! Tang Tang even told me that there was a surprise at my brother's house, but she wouldn't tell me what it was and insisted that I come and see for myself. So he's keeping a mistress hidden away."
Rong Weiyue quickly waved her hand, "We're just roommates..."
Ni Yin nodded knowingly: "My brother has the worst temper and is very picky. He has never had a roommate before. It's really rare. Sister Wei Yue, you are the first one."
Rong Weiyue's heart stirred with emotion. Fu Linzheng walked over and threw a pair of slippers on the ground. "Put on your shoes. Why are you so talkative?"
Ni Yin smiled faintly, put on her shoes, and glanced towards the kitchen. "Are you guys cooking? Or should I go back to the set first, and you can eat slowly?"
Rong Weiyue hurriedly said that she had cooked a lot of dishes tonight and invited her to stay for dinner. Ni Yin looked at Fu Linzheng expectantly, "Brother, is that okay?"
"..." Fu Linzheng laughed angrily, "Did I kick you out?"
She was afraid of disturbing her brother and sister-in-law's time together.
Rong Weiyue first served Ni Yin some boiled fish. After tasting it, Ni Yin nodded vigorously: "This must have been made by Sister Weiyue. It looks, smells, and tastes delicious. I hope my brother doesn't blow up the kitchen."
Fu Linzheng: "You think I'm like you?"
"I at least cook once a year, what about you?"
"Yeah, so you bomb once a year, and I haven't bombed since I haven't planted any. Is there a problem?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue smiled, noticing that they were still as childish as ever: "You two chat, I'm going to make some ribs."
She coated the ribs with flour, and Fu Linzheng came over. "I'll fry them."
"It's alright, go keep your sister company."
"Does she need to be accompanied by a child?" Fu Linzheng took the ribs. "Stand back, or you'll cry if oil splatters on you."
She obediently stood back. Originally, she was supposed to cook, but in the end, Fu Linzheng did it himself.
Finally, the snow crab was steamed and served. The three of them sat down at the table. Ni Yin tasted the other two dishes and said they were very good, but the dark-colored spare ribs were not fried well. Fu Linzheng scoffed, "You dare to criticize me? You don't even dare to fry them properly."
“I don’t need to be brave. I’ll just find a husband who can cook. But you can’t find a wife if you can’t cook. You have no competitive advantage at all,” Ni Yin said with a smile to Rong Weiyue. “Weiyue, we girls should find someone who can cook. Look how thin you are. What will you do if you marry someone who can’t cook?”
Rong Weiyue smiled faintly and responded lightly, while Fu Linzheng's face darkened. "I remember Song Zhan can't cook either, right? Then why do you like it so much?"
Song Zhan is Ni Yin's current boyfriend. Ni Yin's smile faded a bit, and she muttered, "That's because he's quite busy."
"What, are you two so busy that you only see each other once a year?"
Ni Yin lowered her eyes and used her chopsticks to stir the crab meat in the bowl. "He's been filming recently, hasn't he?"
She changed the subject and asked softly, "Sister Weiyue, what are you doing right now?"
Rong Weiyue introduced that Ni Yin also liked filigree inlay: "If I take on a period drama next, I will recommend Qingyue Pavilion to the production team. I would also like to cooperate with your studio."
Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Okay."
Ni Yin teased Fu Linzheng: "Brother, are you still busy with racing lately? Mom and Dad are asking when you're coming home and want to introduce you to a girlfriend. I also think you're not getting any younger and you're still single."
Rong Weiyue gently lifted her chopsticks and looked up at the man opposite her. Fu Linzheng retorted with a stern face, "Have you figured things out yourself before you start telling me what to do?"
“Brothers should set an example,” Ni Yin said, sipping her lemon tea. “Otherwise, tell me what type you like? I bet you like the sexy, alluring mature woman with fiery red lips and big waves.”
Fu Linzheng glared at her coldly: "Who's making this up?"
"I know, you must like those cute and innocent loli girls."
The man was speechless. "Are you still spouting nonsense?"
Ni Yin's captivating eyes held a hint of a smile: "Then I know, you must like the kind of gentle, aloof, scholarly beauty, someone who looks clean and pure, whose eyes curve like crescent moons when she smiles, who is usually quite reserved and quiet, but who can be coquettish and clingy in front of you, right?"
Rong Weiyue paused slightly, her hand holding the soup spoon, as if a bubble had burst in her heart. Fu Linzheng was silent for two seconds, then picked up the empty bowl and got up to fill it with rice. "I can't be bothered with you."
Ni Yin laughed: "Brother, it seems you like this type. If you meet one, you'd better take the initiative. A girl this good will attract other suitors. Otherwise, I'll have a child by now and still won't have a sister-in-law."
Fu Linzheng's face darkened: "Can you concentrate on eating your food?"
"I'm just worried about you..."
When Fu Linzheng returned with the food, he saw Rong Weiyue had put down her chopsticks. He squinted and said, "You're full after eating this much? Can you eat as much as Huhu?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue mumbled that she was full, mainly because she was worried that there wasn't enough food for them. Fu Linzheng immediately scooped some fish into her bowl and said, "Eat some more fish."
Ni Yin smiled and said, "Brother, you really care about Sister Wei Yue. You didn't even mention that I don't eat much."
"Bring me your bowl."
"No, no, no, I was just kidding. I don't look good on camera if I eat too much..."
The three chatted, and thanks to Ni Yin, the dinner table was filled with laughter.
After dinner, Ni Yin told Fu Linzheng to clean up the table and then pulled Rong Weiyue to the balcony to chat.
Outside on the balcony, Ni Yin took Rong Weiyue's hand and asked softly, "Weiyue, if you had a boyfriend who was very busy with work every day and often couldn't go on dates with you, but said he was working hard in his career for you, what would you think?"
Rong Weiyue thought for a moment: "I think career is important, but it can't be the same whether he's there or not. The key is whether you feel that he cares about you. Is... is Song Zhan not good enough to you?"
Ni Yin sighed: "I feel more and more tired being with him now. When you were with my brother, was he like this? Did he often stand you up?"
The wind made her a little cold, and Rong Weiyue sneezed: "Fu Linzheng... he doesn't seem to do that. He usually keeps his promises."
Fu Linzheng had promised her that he would fulfill all her wishes, big and small. He always arrived first for their dates so she wouldn't have to wait. Once, he said he would accompany her to a violin competition in another city, but he had to go abroad for training at the last minute. After training, he took a plane back to China overnight, still staying by her side.
Only during graduation...
She couldn't get in touch with him.
Ni Yin rested her chin on her hand and smiled, "Then it seems my brother is really quite good."
Just then, Fu Linzheng's voice came:
"What did you say about me?"
When Rong Weiyue met his gaze, she lowered her eyelashes with a strange sense of guilt. Fu Linzheng handed the two of them two thin blankets and cloaks.
Rong Weiyue thanked him and put on the cloak, rubbing her nose. Fu Linzheng took the juice from her hand and replaced it with a hot drink. His deep voice fell: "You sneezed and you're still drinking something so cold. Do you want to catch a cold and have someone wait on you?"
She paused for a moment, thanked him gently, and looked down at the cup. Fu Lin said helplessly, "It's just brown sugar water, no ginger added."
"Thank you..." He even remembered that she didn't like eating ginger.
The brown sugar water was warm in her palm. Ni Yin couldn't help but sigh to herself, she was also weak, so why didn't her brother care about her like this?
Something occurred to her, and she asked, "Brother, I was just talking with Sister Weiyue about how men should balance their careers and relationships. What's your opinion?"
Fu Linzheng, hands in his pockets, long legs casually trotting the ground, leaned against the railing, his voice languid: "Is it that hard? A capable man can manage both love and career. What's the point of dating if you can't balance them?"
"..."
"Brother, if you won 500 million in the lottery and only had ten minutes left to claim your prize, but your wife was unhappy and wanted you to stay home to appease her, and she didn't know you won, what would you choose?"
Fu Linzheng: "...What kind of weird question is that?"
"Well, to give you an example, so between five hundred million and your wife, which is more important?"
Rong Weiyue stroked the warm cup, and upon hearing the sound, she couldn't help but look up at him. She saw Fu Linzheng looking at her, and he said in a drawn-out tone:
"Why even hesitate? Of course, my wife is the most important. Is 500 million comparable to her? I don't lack 500 million, but I only have one wife."
Rong Weiyue met his gaze, a strange unease stirring within her. She buried her head in her brown sugar water, but a few seconds later, a voice fell from above her head:
"Hey, Rong Weiyue, what do you think about this?"
She froze, "Me?"
Fu Linzheng lowered his gaze, meeting her eyes directly. His lips relaxed, and his voice was lazy and arrogant:
"Nothing else, just asking casually. If you were this wife, would you be satisfied with this kind of husband?"
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