Chapter 19 "Still so tight."
Chapter 19
Fu Linzheng's words were particularly subtle.
It was as if he was asking if she was satisfied with him...
The terms "husband" and "wife" were too intimate. Rong Weiyue gripped the cup tightly, her heart feeling like a cup of hot milk tea being heated to a bubbling consistency, her watery eyes rippling gently.
But he might have just asked casually, and she was probably overthinking it...
Rong Weiyue turned her eyes away, extinguishing other guesses, pursed her lips, and answered the question objectively: "I'm not very satisfied."
She mumbled softly, "I hope my husband chooses 500 million. That's our marital property. That way I'll have 250 million, and I'll definitely feel better. I won't need him to coax me anymore."
Fu Linzheng: "..."
Ni Yin laughed out loud, patting Rong Weiyue's shoulder: "Sister Weiyue, I'm just like you, hahaha! With so much money, what do you need a man for? Bro, you can go away with your wife-brain!"
"..."
Fu Linzheng glanced sideways and scoffed, having nothing more to say to these two vulgar people.
Isn't he more important than 500 million? Besides, he has more than 500 million.
After chatting for a while, Ni Yin said she had to go back to the film set. She would be going over the script with the actors later, mainly because she felt it wasn't good to be a third wheel here.
As she was leaving, the fruits and cakes that Fu Linzheng had just bought for her arrived. He handed them to Ni Yin and said, "Tell me if anything happens. Don't try to tough it out, you hear? If you can't rely on Song Zhan, then break up with him quickly. Our family can't support you forever."
Ni Yin didn't rely on her family's resources and is now working hard in the entertainment industry on her own, which is very tough every day.
Ni Yin smiled and accepted it: "Brother, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. You and Mom and Dad are by my side. Besides, you should worry more about yourself and hurry up and find a partner. You're getting old and still a bachelor."
"..."
Ni Yin glanced at Rong Weiyue, then smiled at Fu Linzheng. The man sighed and tapped her head lightly, "Are you never going to stop? Go back and film your scene."
Upon reaching the entrance, Ni Yin pulled Rong Weiyue aside and waved to Fu Linzheng, saying, "Brother, you go in first. I have a few private words to say to Sister Weiyue."
Fu Linzheng narrowed his eyes: "What nonsense are you trying to spout now?"
"Can't we girls whisper to each other?"
Fu Linzheng had no choice but to go into the living room. Ni Yin changed her shoes and smiled gently at Rong Weiyue: "Sister Weiyue, I'm so glad you're back in Beijing. You didn't reply when I messaged you on WeChat before, and I was sad for a long time. I used to like you so much in high school..."
They both participated in the school's math Olympiad class. Once, when Ni Yin had acute appendicitis, Rong Weiyue skipped class to accompany her to the hospital and take care of her. When Ni Yin participated in a dance competition, Rong Weiyue bought her milk tea and cakes to cheer her on. Sometimes when Ni Yin was in a bad mood, Rong Weiyue would chat with her, just like a caring older sister.
Even without Fu Linzheng, she would still like him very much.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue felt as if countless needles were piercing her heart, and she said with guilt, "I'm sorry, Yinyin, after I broke up with your brother, I felt it wasn't right for us, so I stopped contacting you..."
“It’s alright, Sister Weiyue, what happened back then is in the past,” Ni Yin said, taking her hand. “We can keep in touch, and we can have a meal together sometime.”
Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Okay."
“Now that you live here, it’s so convenient for me to find you, and I think my brother is very happy too.”
Rong Weiyue was slightly taken aback. Ni Yin leaned closer and whispered, "Sister Weiyue, let me tell you something secretly. After my brother graduated, my parents often introduced him to potential partners, and many girls pursued him, but he didn't meet any of them and rejected them all. He didn't even add them on the contact list."
Rong Weiyue was stunned. Ni Yin smiled and said, "I don't know if he didn't like any of them or what. If you're curious and want to know, I feel that the necklace he's wearing will give you the answer. No one has ever seen what's on the pendant around his neck."
Finally, Neon smiled and said, "I'm leaving."
After closing the door, Rong Weiyue was still somewhat lost in thought until she returned to the living room and saw Fu Linzheng playing with Huhu.
The man leaned lazily against the sofa, his long legs casually stretched out, one knee slightly bent. He was nestled on the plush carpet, exuding a relaxed air. He picked up the ball of fluff that Hu Hu had brought back and tossed it even further away without a second thought.
The black sweater accentuated his neat and sharp shoulders, while the warm yellow light cast soft shadows on his brow bone and jawline, softening his angular features with a touch of languor. A smile played on his lips, radiating youthful energy.
Just like when he used to stick close to her during lunch break at school, playing with her hair to wake her up, and kissing her.
Fu Linzheng looked up at her upon hearing the voice: "What are you two talking about? You're not talking badly about me, are you?"
“No…” Rong Weiyue’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on his neck. The black chain pendant was hidden under his sweater and could not be seen. She suppressed her slightly disordered thoughts, “Just say that you can come and have dinner with me again when you have time.”
“My sister didn’t know we lived together. She came over tonight. I told her to let me know in advance if she comes over in the future.”
Rong Weiyue was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the cohabitation contract she had proposed before, she felt that he might have misunderstood. "It's okay. I really like Yinyin. She can come anytime."
Fu Linzheng responded lazily, catching the little ball of fur that had run over with a fur ball in its mouth. "I'm going to trim Hu Hu's fur. Come over here and help me hold it so it doesn't move around."
"good……"
Huhu hates getting its fur trimmed. After flapping its wings a couple of times and realizing it couldn't escape, it drooped its head sadly, its fluffy little white and brown palm leaf covering its head.
Rong Weiyue sat down next to him to help, smiling as she patted Hu Hu's head. Fu Linzheng took out the scissors, and she watched his skillful and meticulous movements: "I didn't expect you could do this. You're like a master craftsman."
Fu Linzheng chuckled: "Someone ran away, and I raised it from two months old by myself, taking care of its every need. What's so difficult about that?"
Rong Weiyue choked with emotion. Fu Linzheng continued pruning, his voice slowing down: "When Huhu was one year old, it vomited frequently for a period of time. It would vomit whatever it ate, and it was listless all day long, like it was about to die. I went to the hospital three or four times during that period, and even took it abroad to see a specialist."
Rong Weiyue's heart tightened: "And then what..."
Fu Linzheng manipulated the scissors, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Later it was found that the anorexia was caused by chronic gastrointestinal dysfunction. There was no other way but to crush the dog food and chicken breast into a paste every day and feed it to it bit by bit with a syringe. This little devil has a big temper. If it doesn't eat, it will bite me. If I feed it one bite, it will spit out two bites."
“I didn’t dare to sleep at night during that period. I would get up to check on it if I heard it making a noise in the middle of the night. I even took it with me when I went to other places for training.”
Fu Linzheng spoke casually, as if he were telling someone else's story, but Rong Weiyue felt a tightness in her heart as she listened.
She knew Fu Linzheng's temperament well; he was always impatient and irritable.
If it weren't for his own willingness, Fu Linzheng simply couldn't have done these things.
Fu Linzheng said he would stay with her to raise Hu Hu, but she left, and he kept his promise.
A wave of guilt surged through Rong Weiyue's heart, stinging her eyes and bringing them to tears: "I'm sorry... I liked Huhu back then, so I let you bring Huhu home, and then I neglected it..."
She lowered her head and couldn't help but shed a tear: "There are so many things I don't know how to do anymore. Last week when you weren't here, it took me ages to figure out how to deworm it..."
Upon seeing this, Fu Linzheng frowned instantly: "Why are you crying?"
She shook her head, and Fu Linzheng softened his tone: "What's the big deal? It's the same whether I raise him or not. Anyway, this guy is full of energy every day now, always jumping into people's arms. He's happier than me."
Fu Linzheng stood up, and a few seconds later she handed him a package.
A magnetic, lazy voice came from beside me: "I've recreated Huhu's health record with an electronic card and linked it to your phone number. I'll notify you every time it has a check-up, vaccination, or teeth cleaning. The annual pet park pass is also here; you'll have to take it with me to play."
Rong Weiyue turned to look at him in surprise. Fu Linzheng's lips curled into a smile: "What, you think you can still escape now? You'll have your turn to take care of it later."
How long could it be...?
She took it, her fingertips involuntarily tightening as she held it preciously, her heart filled with warmth, her eyelashes fluttering: "Then call me anytime."
She didn't know how long she could take care of Hu Hu. Once Fu Linzheng had a girlfriend, it would definitely be inappropriate for her to stay here any longer.
She takes it one day at a time and cherishes each day.
Rong Weiyue felt a dampness in her palm and saw Hu Hu licking her fingertips, blinking its dark, grape-like eyes as if to comfort her. She was taken aback for a moment, then gently curved her lips into a smile.
After finishing his haircut, Fu Linzheng's phone rang. It was Ni Yin calling to say that she had arrived at the film set. He locked the screen and casually asked, "Did Yin Yin tell you about her and Song Zhan's situation today? Is she in a bad mood?"
Rong Weiyue pinched Hu Hu's paws and recalled, "A bit, it seems like Old Man Song Zhan stood her up. Have they been together for many years?"
“They only started dating last year, my sister confessed to him,” Fu Linzheng scoffed. “What good is this guy? He’s already treating her so perfunctorily.”
Rong Weiyue rarely saw Fu Linzheng dislike someone like this. "You really dislike Song Zhan?"
"He kept his relationship with my sister a secret and didn't make it official, saying he was afraid it would affect his career. He has no sense of responsibility. How could he possibly keep his girlfriend a secret?"
Fu Linzheng has always been high-profile and flamboyant. When he was pursuing her, he did it in a grand and dramatic way. After she agreed to be with him, he practically wore his girlfriend's name on his sleeve every day.
Rong Weiyue said, "It seems that Yinyin had a crush on him since high school, right? I actually have a pretty strong impression of Song Zhan."
Fu Linzheng turned to look at her. "What, you're still paying attention to him?"
"no……"
Rong Weiyue said that once they participated in a physics competition together. She won first place and Song Zhan won second place. On the minibus back to school, Song Zhan told the teachers and classmates that it was rare for a girl like Rong Weiyue to be so good at science.
He joked that he had a stomachache during the competition, otherwise he would have scored higher than her. But his stomachache led to the first time in the history of Lanzhou High School that a girl won first place, so it was quite worth it.
When Rong Weiyue heard this, she looked at Song Zhan with a cold and indifferent expression:
"You should really thank your stomachache, it gives you a legitimate excuse for not being as good as me. I was first in every test from the preliminary round to the final round, what do I need you to make me look good for? Is it so hard to admit that you're not as good as me, Song?"
Song Zhan: "..."
Several classmates around couldn't help but laugh. They never expected Rong Weiyue, who was usually introverted, to be so assertive. Song Zhan's face turned ashen.
Rong Weiyue rubbed her pregnant belly and murmured softly, "I'm smarter than him anyway. Even if his stomach didn't hurt, he still wouldn't be able to beat me."
Fu Linzheng heard the faint hint of pride in her tone and thought it was adorable. He smiled and said, "Yes, you're telling the truth."
Rong Weiyue rubbed her ears. "But I don't know Song Zhan. Maybe he has other good points, but I always feel that Yinyin deserves better. Besides, Song Zhan isn't that handsome by my standards."
Fu Linzheng responded with an "oh," raising an eyebrow at her:
"Then tell me, who's handsome by your standards?"
Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw Fu Linzheng's face. He was cold and sharp, with a very standard striking appearance. He was extremely aggressive and made no attempt to hide it. He was the most handsome man in Lan Gao back then. His personality might be too flamboyant and some people might not like him, but no one dared to deny his good looks.
But if you were to say it was him right now, he'd be strutting around like a peacock for years to come.
Rong Weiyue bent down to brush Hu Hu's fur and said, "For example... He Xingyu, I think he's the most handsome."
He Xingyu was also a brother of Fu Linzheng and Xia Sili, the eldest son of the prestigious He family in Beijing's elite circle. Fu Linzheng sneered with a dark face: "He Xingyu is the most handsome?"
And what about him? What about him?
Rong Weiyue pressed her lips to her lips and stated the facts: "He was indeed quite handsome in high school. There was a time when the school forum held a poll to see who was more handsome, you or He Xingyu. You lost to him by two votes."
"..."
Fu Linzheng let out a lazy snort: "Two votes are nothing. I'm far ahead of him in the handsome category now. He's gained weight, his beer belly is six months big, and he never shaves."
Rong Weiyue: ...Impossible, right?
Fu Linzheng stood up and said in a nonchalant tone, "Rong Weiyue, your aesthetic sense has deteriorated quite a bit. You should improve it quickly, otherwise I won't feel at ease leaving Hu Hu to you to cut his fur."
"..."
After Fu Linzheng left, Rong Weiyue lowered her eyes to look at Hu Hu in her arms and blinked.
Your dad is so narcissistic...
After playing with Hu Hu for a while, Rong Weiyue went to the music room to practice the piano.
Now that she has a music room, she goes there to stay whenever she finishes work.
Around 10 p.m., she finished her practice and went back to her bedroom to take a shower. At the same time, Fu Linzheng finished his work and also took a shower.
Emerging from the bathroom, he saw the necklace gift box on the table again, picked up his phone, opened Xia Sili's chat window, and tapped the screen:
When I returned from training, Rong Weiyue gave me a gift.
I didn't want to accept it, but she insisted on giving it to me, saying she admired me and I couldn't refuse her kind offer.
He put down his phone, then, as if remembering something, lazily added:
[It's even more exquisite than the packaging of your figurine.]
Xia Sili was socializing at a bar when he saw the message and almost spat out his brandy with laughter:
【Fu Linzheng, are you even pretending?】
[Would Wei Yue really give you a gift? And she even has feelings for you? I just can't believe it! What would she give you? Maybe a ruler to measure how thick-skinned you are?]
"..."
Fu Linzheng slapped the necklace over:
[She gave this to you, why are you so jealous?]
Fu Linzheng threw down his phone, took off the chain around his neck, and then removed the pendant.
Meanwhile, Rong Weiyue finished showering and walked out of the bedroom with a water glass in her hand.
She wore a soft, moon-white nightgown, the hem of which swept above her knees. The straps were delicate, revealing her snow-white collarbone, adorned with a red mole. Her slightly damp hair clung to her shoulders, and a sweet fragrance filled the air, like a camellia blooming in the mist.
She went to the restaurant to get water, then came running back, circling around her feet. She smiled and tossed the sparrow doll aside.
She drank water and teased it, and after a while she turned her head and saw Fu Linzheng come out.
After taking a shower, the man wore a thin, dark fleece bathrobe. Water droplets rolled down his slightly damp black short hair. His muscles were firm and bulging. He was tall with a large frame, and his outstanding figure was incredibly alluring.
Only the living room was dimly lit, and the flowing neon lights streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ambiguous and cold allure over his figure.
Beneath his pale skin, the man's high, straight nose framed deep, dark eyes. When he lifted his eyelids, his mature, alluring charm, a far cry from his youthful naiveté, was palpable.
There are not only fans of Fu Linzheng's cars online, but also a large number of fans who admire his looks and physique. There was once a post that showed a man after a race, leaning against his race car shirtless, with a tidal tattoo on his back, his back muscles taut, and a sharp contrast between his lean waist and broad shoulders.
At the time, the comments section was full of girls' underwear. Everyone said that one of the things they wanted to do most in their lives was to sleep with Fu Linzheng. It would definitely be intense and make them feel like they were in heaven.
Rong Weiyue proved this to be true through her experience, but if you really want to sleep, one night's sleep is never enough; two nights are the bare minimum...
He was so addicted, it was like he could never satisfy her. When he pinched her waist and her breasts, he could make her lose her mind and cry. He could say anything, whether dirty or sweet, making her ears turn red instantly.
One afternoon after graduation, she had planned to go out with Xia Sili and a few others. She changed into a pure white pleated skirt, sat in his lap, blinked her watery eyes, and asked in a sweet voice, "Fu Linzheng, can you check my tongue for me? I just bit my tongue while eating watermelon, and it hurts a little. Is it very red?"
The boy was burning with desire. He grabbed her waist and held her chin: "Stick it out, let me see."
Her red lips parted slightly, and as soon as they were extended, he leaned down and hooked them, a tempestuous atmosphere engulfing her.
Then he carried her back to her room.
The cicadas chirped noisily outside the window in the afternoon, the summer sun was intense, and the sweat mixed in the room was sprinkled with golden light, the sound like the swaying shadows of leaves on the wall.
Rong Weiyue's cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat hung from the tip of her nose, and her head was half-buried in the pillow, her fingers tightly clasped by his. After a while, Xia Sili's phone rang, and Fu Linzheng's sweaty chest pressed against her slender back, his deep, husky voice enveloping her: "Want to go play again, hmm?"
Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she shook her head: "No, I... I want to be with you..."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Good boy."
He tapped her and told her to relax, then frowned and groaned for a few seconds before answering the phone. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Yueyue and I have something to do, so we can't go."
He hung up the phone and tossed it aside. In the end, the small boat capsized, and Rong Weiyue was like a splashing little fish. Fu Linzheng tore off another piece of paper, scooped her into his arms, and mischievously bit her earlobe: "Are you feeling better? We have enough time. Let's do it again?"
From afternoon sunlight to nightfall, day and night are reversed.
She witnessed how terrifying he was; he was everywhere, so many of them. Finally, she angrily made him wash the pleated skirt, and he chuckled, seemingly willing to do so.
My thoughts returned to reality.
Although this wasn't the first time she'd seen him after a shower, each time she did, it easily reminded her of past scenes.
Fu Linzheng walked to the side with his phone. Rong Weiyue's eyelashes fluttered, and she immediately moved a little to the side. The man picked up the water glass on the table, filled it with water, lowered his eyes to look at her, and slowly asked:
"Rong Weiyue, you're acting really strange."
Why are you so anxious every time you see me after I've taken a shower?
"..."
Fu Linzheng took a few sips, put the cup on the table, and said slowly, "I advise you to nip any improper thoughts in the bud as soon as possible, otherwise I won't feel safe living with you."
Rong Weiyue looked up at him speechlessly: "Fu Linzheng, can you please stop overthinking things?"
"Oh, really?"
Feeling a little guilty, she didn't want to talk to him anymore, picked up her water glass, and said, "I'm going back to my room."
"Wait a minute." He lazily blocked her way.
The woman wore a nightgown, her figure was slender and well-proportioned, her legs were as thin as lotus roots, her lips were adorned with a light blush, and her black hair clung to her neck and shoulders.
Fu Linzheng's eyes dimmed slightly. He took out the necklace she had bought from his pocket and said leisurely:
"I can't see and can't wear it, can you help me?"
Rong Weiyue was taken aback. "You can look in the mirror."
"You give someone a gift, and you don't even have this much sincerity?"
She paused for a moment, then glanced at their height difference. "You're too tall, it's hard for me to handle you..."
She had once helped him put on a necklace, when she was lying naked in his arms, drenched in sweat. After she finished, he turned his head and gave her a hot kiss on the neck. Not long after, he buried his face in hers again, supporting himself above her. The pendant on her neck swayed violently, and beads of sweat rolled down her neck.
They are no longer suited to that position.
"Sit on the high chair," Fu Linzheng said lazily.
Rong Weiyue hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the bar counter. He walked up to her, very close, his roguish charm and aggressive advances obvious. Her heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her eyes.
"Then turn around..."
Fu Linzheng slowly withdrew his eyes, turning his back to her.
Rong Weiyue touched the necklace in his hand and wrapped it around his neck from front to back.
Fu Linzheng seemed to be deliberately holding the pendant; she tried to glance at it, but couldn't see it.
The overhead light was dim, his muscles were wrapped in a bathrobe, and the crisp scent of bamboo and mint wafted around her nose. Water droplets from his black hair occasionally dripped onto the back of her hand, but they burned her hand.
She's nearsighted, so she has to get even closer.
"Why are you so slow?" Fu Linzheng teased.
"Don't move," she said, looking at the man's distinct profile, her heart pounding slightly, but she remained calm as she asked, "Do you want me to tighten my grip or loosen it?"
"Relax."
"Is this okay...?"
Fu Linzheng's voice was husky and magnetic: "It's still so tight."
The conversation was so suggestive that Rong Weiyue's palms became slightly sweaty, and she took three steps back. "Is this alright?"
He gave a lazy reply.
Fu Linzheng's phone vibrated; it was Xia Sili's voice message. He casually tapped it, and even with the earpiece pressed against his ear, the sound was still exceptionally clear between the two of them.
"Holy crap, Rong Weiyue gave you this necklace? I just asked Qian Tang, and it's a new design from RTdeed called 'Taming'! It means 'to keep you firmly tied down and not let you run away'!"
Xia Sili laughed excitedly: "And netizens are jokingly calling this chain a dog leash, which represents the owner's taming of the wearer, hahaha, what does Wei Yue mean by this?"
Rong Weiyue: ...?!
No, she didn't know when she bought it!
When she bought it that day, the studio had a client at the last minute, so she didn't have time to ask about the meaning and just asked the sales assistant to pack it up.
Embarrassed, she tried to put the chain away immediately, but her hand trembled and the clasp accidentally went into the loop.
A silver-black Cuban chain hung around Fu Linzheng's neck.
It was firmly secured.
Rong Weiyue's head was buzzing. She immediately got off the high chair, opened her mouth to explain, but suddenly her mind went blank.
What is she trying to say? Is she saying she doesn't intend to tame him, or that she doesn't treat him like a dog? QAQ...
She just wanted to disappear underground; she was so embarrassed. "I'm going back to my room now."
Rong Weiyue turned and ran away quickly, but just as she reached the bedroom door, a force grabbed her slender wrist, pulled her back, and pressed her against the wall.
Fu Linzheng's height of 1.89 meters brought an absolute dominance, trapping her in his territory. His overbearing aggression was overwhelming. The distance was extremely close, her white nightgown slightly wrinkled, almost touching his bathrobe.
Her mind went blank, her voice trembling: "Fu Linzheng, let go..."
Her heart pounded, and she continued to try to escape, but he pulled her back by his arm, his palm pressing against her waist through her nightgown, his aggression undisguised.
He was so fierce, like when he used to pick her up and slam her against the wall. In an instant, a surge of heat rushed out like a knee-jerk reflex. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan, her hands tightly blocking his arm.
Hearing her voice, Fu Linzheng felt a burning sensation in his throat, and his thin lips exhaled hot breath: "Why are you running away if you feel guilty?"
Her ears burned red. "I didn't..."
Fu Linzheng's broad body was like a wall, leaving her nowhere to escape. The Cuban chain around her neck swayed slightly, gleaming coldly, and pressed against her skin, exuding an exceptionally cold and alluring aura.
Fu Linzheng leaned down, his sharp brows lowering to meet her gaze, the mole on his eyelid lifting slightly, his expression dark and passionate, his low, husky voice, tinged with amusement, falling on her ear:
"Rong Weiyue, don't you need to explain this dog leash—"
"I've been honest and law-abiding, treating you only as a roommate. I never imagined you'd be so possessive of me?"
Rong Weiyue: "..."
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