Chapter 20 "Why are you running? I can't walk."...
Chapter 20
The night was as dark as spilled ink, and only the faint yellow light from the overhead lamps hung down in the corridor, but it was blocked by Fu Linzheng's tall figure.
Rong Weiyue was pinned against the wall by him, and the two shadows on the ground next to her were so close that their outlines were blurred, as if they were intertwined.
His massive frame and overwhelming strength left her nowhere to escape, and the heat emanating from his body radiated through the air in waves.
Young men are full of vigor, especially professional race car drivers like Fu Linzheng. His daily strength training and exercise volume are extremely high, resulting in large muscle mass, higher levels of goat hormones, better metabolism, and naturally, greater libido.
Back in high school, a hug or a handshake, or even just a glance from her, would make him jump up. Every night when he walked her home, he would cling to her and kiss her in a secluded spot until his eyes turned red and his whole body felt hot.
She was initially mortified when he poked her in the stomach and wouldn't let him get close. Fu Linzheng pleaded with her in a hoarse voice, "Just kiss me for another five minutes, okay?"
She had never met anyone as persistent as him.
Now, six years later, the man's mature charisma is even more pronounced, and the late night makes it easier for people to have all sorts of wild thoughts. The bone-deep, lingering feeling that was once ingrained in her bones is once again impacting Rong Weiyue's brain, making her feel out of control.
But the feeling wasn't disgust, but rather panic.
She didn't know why she was panicking...
As the man's teasing question fell, Rong Weiyue's heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Fu Linzheng... let go first."
No, someone like him is considered honest and upright?
Who exactly is being dishonest...?
She stared at him with bright, clear amber eyes, now misty with moisture, like a puffed-up kitten, as if she were about to bite at any moment.
I really want her to bite me.
Afraid of angering her, and also afraid that he would lose control if things continued, Fu Linzheng let go of her hand, but still stood in front of her, "No explanation?"
He insisted on teasing her, demanding an explanation from her.
"..."
This person did it on purpose.
How could someone be so bastard...
Xia Sili's overly insane words like "master" and "taming" swirled in Rong Weiyue's mind. Her cheeks felt like they'd been rolled on hot tomatoes. She exhaled, trying to remain calm, and spoke:
"I didn't know the meaning of this necklace when I bought it. It was just a coincidence. I'm sorry for causing you any misunderstanding. Please don't overthink it."
Fu Linzheng gave a drawn-out "Oh," and said, "Fine, if you say it's a misunderstanding, then it's a misunderstanding. What else can I say?"
"...?"
Rong Weiyue gripped the cup in her hand tightly and explained earnestly, "I'm just treating you as my roommate, don't overthink it."
Fu Linzheng's smile faded slightly.
Rong Weiyue glanced at the Cuban necklace around his neck and felt that this misunderstanding needed to be cleared up: "Could you please take this necklace off and give it to me?"
Fu Linzheng's expression darkened slightly as he glanced at her: "Are you being polite? You take back a gift you gave someone else?"
"No... I mean, can I return it and get you a new one?"
"Didn't you know? This brand is non-refundable and non-exchangeable once sold."
She said she wanted to buy another one, but Fu Linzheng said, "It's too tight, I can't take it off."
"..."
She was about to say something when the man calmly cut her off: "If you don't think too much about it, it's just an ordinary chain. What are you so nervous about? Or are you feeling guilty?"
Rong Weiyue's delicate eyelashes trembled, and Fu Linzheng's slow and deliberate voice fell: "The original necklace just broke while I was taking a shower, so you can make do with this one for now."
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
Before she could say anything more, Fu Linzheng had already turned and left.
no……
Finally, she returned to her room, her mind a jumbled mess. She couldn't help but text Yin Lu about it. Yin Lu burst into laughter when she heard it, saying that if it were her, she would have dug her toes out of a three-bedroom apartment. It was so embarrassing.
Yin Lu: [Fu Lin confiscated this necklace, firstly because, as he said, the original chain was broken and this one was just a makeshift solution; he didn't care about its symbolism.]
Yin Lu: [The second possibility, which is the most likely, is that he's happy to be tied down by you and happy to be your dog [grinning]]
Rong Weiyue: "..."
Finally, she buried her face in the bed, her mind replaying Xia Sili's words, wishing she could cut her own throat and bury herself in the ground.
So embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing...
She will never give Fu Linzheng anything again!
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Rong Weiyue took her medicine as usual that night and it took her a long time to fall asleep.
Perhaps influenced by what Fu Linzheng said that night, she had a nonsensical dream.
In my dream, Fu Linzheng was making fried rice in his kitchen, wearing a racing helmet and an apron, and diligently tossing the wok.
The movements were stylish, but the pot and stove were covered in rice and eggs, and the pot was burnt to a charcoal black. Rong Weiyue passed by, speechless. Fu Linzheng lazily asked, "How's my cooking?"
Afraid of offending him, she said, "...It's fine."
Fu Linzheng chuckled, stopped stirring the food, turned around and went to the room to get a ring for her, and said leisurely, "Rong Weiyue, I can tell you like me very much. How about this, I'll give you a chance to propose to me."
"?"
Waking up from her sleep, she stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time, almost wanting to laugh.
She couldn't believe someone as arrogant as Fu Linzheng would say something like that...
No, why would she dream about him...?
After regaining her senses, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then she put on a light yellow sweater as soft as falling leaves, with an irregularly cut milky white long skirt at the bottom. The hem of the skirt swayed gently. Her skin was fair, her features were clear, and her lips were lightly rouged. The air was filled with the soft fragrance of white tea.
Temperatures in Beijing are gradually dropping, and deep winter is approaching.
It rained yesterday, but today the sky outside is a clear blue, with a few cotton-like clouds floating gently in the air, which makes people feel good.
She walked out of the bedroom, woke up with a thud, and came toward her with a little sparrow in her mouth. She put it down at her feet and wagged her tail at her.
Good morning, sweetheart.
Rong Weiyue smiled, picked it up, rubbed it for a while, and then went to add some water to its bowl.
Just as she was about to go to the kitchen, Fu Linzheng's bedroom door opened, and the man came out. He was wearing a black jacket with a belt that accentuated his muscular waist. His long legs, encased in cargo pants, swayed gently on the ground. His proportions were perfect, and his tall stature made people look up at him.
Further up, his Adam's apple protruded, and his sharp jawline flowed smoothly. His entire face was so handsome and authoritative, with deep dark eyes and a high nose bridge. Even the air seemed to be heated up by his languid aura.
The Cuban chain around her neck was particularly eye-catching.
Memories of last night flooded back. Rong Weiyue quickly pulled her head back to fill her water bottle, listening to the man's footsteps getting closer and closer until, as he passed by, a lazy male voice came:
"I accidentally prepared too much food and made an extra sandwich, which is on the table."
It felt light and airy, as if nothing had happened last night.
Rong Weiyue was taken aback for a moment, "Okay... thank you."
She sat down at the dining table and saw Fu Linzheng pull out a chair and sit down opposite her. Fu Linzheng usually left home earlier than her, and he was usually gone by the time she woke up.
Rong Weiyue felt the gazes from the opposite side glancing at her from time to time. She looked up and saw Fu Linzheng eating a sandwich, lazily tilting his head to look at the balcony.
It must be her imagination.
They rarely ate at the same table, and not knowing what to say, she silently buried her head in her sandwich.
The ingredients were indeed plentiful: a thick layer of eggs, bacon, ham, lettuce, etc., with mayonnaise squeezed on top, along with a plate of strawberries and blueberries, and a glass of oat milk—all her favorites.
Previously, she would just grab a quick breakfast, sometimes too busy to finish it off with just an Americano. As she ate slowly, the man across from her spoke casually:
What time are you coming home tonight?
"Um?"
He and she looked at each other. "Who's feeding Hu Hu?"
"I can. I get off work at six, so I shouldn't have anything to do today."
Fu Linzheng responded, and his phone vibrated. It was a message from the 4S store manager: "[Brother Zheng, the problem with your friend's car has been found. The state-of-charge sensor in the battery management system is broken. Replacing it with a new one will solve the problem. The parts just arrived yesterday [grinning face], and I'll get it fixed for you this morning.]"
Fu Linzheng: [Thanks, no need. My assistant will drive it away this morning; I'll handle it.]
Store Manager: [Huh???]
After Fu Linzheng finished the last bite of his sandwich, he got up and walked to the bar behind her to get water. He said lazily, "The 4S store sent me a message. The results of your car inspection are in."
Rong Weiyue suddenly turned to look at him: "How is it?"
Fu Linzheng leaned against the bar and clicked his tongue: "Not good. Your car's BMS has a problem. The state of charge sensor is aging, causing abnormal SOC feedback. The entire battery management system is out of balance. The system cannot obtain accurate charge values, which means that the upper control is blindly calculating the power. If you're unlucky, it may trigger the system's self-protection mechanism in an emergency and automatically cut off the power."
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
“It’s quite troublesome. The 4S store can’t handle it. I’ll have Huaiyu drive your car to my fleet, and I’ll take a look at it.”
Rong Weiyue was shocked by the unfamiliar technical terms, her heart sank, and she felt like crying: "Is it that serious? Can my car be repaired?"
Will she still be able to drive in the future? QAQ...
The man took a sip of water, his long legs casually draped over the ground, and looked down at her, his eyebrows raised: "Do you doubt me or my convoy?"
Fu Linzheng was participating in a world-class racing competition, surrounded by highly skilled team members researching vehicles. It was as if she were asking a group of PhDs a primary school math problem.
She was worried that her car might have a serious problem. "How long will it take to repair?"
"I estimate... it will take another two or three weeks."
Does it really take that long?
"But if I remember correctly, road construction started yesterday at the entrance of the community. Now you have to take a long detour to get to the subway station, and there are no direct bus routes."
Fu Linzheng sighed, "It must be so inconvenient for you to go to work."
"..."
She was also struggling with this, "What should we do..."
Fu Linzheng leaned against the dining table, twirling the sports car key between his fingers, and said casually, "How about this, for the sake of our roommate relationship, I'll reluctantly put up with the trouble and drive you to and from get off work every day from now on."
Oh, he drove her to work?!
There are a million ways to do this, but none of them are suitable. She immediately shook her head, "No need, it's too much trouble for you."
"I'm happy to."
Rong Weiyue was slightly taken aback. Fu Linzheng coughed lightly, looked into the distance, and said in a stiff tone, "What I mean is, I just happen to be less busy lately. If it's troublesome, then consider it an act of kindness."
"..."
Rong Weiyue politely declined, "Thank you, but no need. I'll just walk a little further and consider it exercise."
And if all else fails, she can always take a taxi.
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng curled his lips and said, "Whatever."
Just then, assistant Shu Jin called and asked, "Sister Weiyue, when are you coming to the studio? A Russian lacquer painting studio wants to discuss cooperation with us. They've already arrived, but they only have two hours; their flight back home is at noon."
Rong Weiyue thought that they might be exhibitors she had met at the Lanxin Expo yesterday. She quickly checked the time on her phone and said, "I'm going out now, in about fifteen minutes. You can show them around the exhibition area first."
"Okay, come quickly."
Rong Weiyue stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into her mouth, grabbed her bag, and left, immediately calling a car on her phone.
However, it was rush hour, and many people were waiting ahead.
Fu Linzheng strolled out of the house at a leisurely pace. She followed him into the same elevator. When they got downstairs, he still hadn't called a car. Seeing him heading towards the parking lot, she realized she was running out of time and couldn't help but follow him: "Fu Linzheng, I... I couldn't call a car... Can you still take me now?"
The man looked down at her, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips.
"Hey, what's wrong? Not exercising anymore?"
"..."
Who knew she'd be proven wrong so quickly? A faint blush appeared on the woman's fair and delicate face. "I have a client right now, I'll exercise another day."
Fu Linzheng suppressed his lip and walked forward: "Let's go, what are you dawdling for?"
Rong Weiyue immediately followed.
Walking up to a silver Aston Martin Valhalla, Fu Linzheng pressed the button on the passenger side butterfly door to let her get in.
Rong Weiyue discovered that he had seven or eight supercars parked in Heshengting, and he would drive them every day depending on his mood. Every car he drove was so cool that it made a scene.
As the car drove out of the parking lot, she offered to give him directions. Fu Linzheng put on his sunglasses, deftly turned the steering wheel with one hand, and said in a nonchalant tone, "No need, I know how to get there."
She thanked her softly, "Thank you for your help today..."
Fu Linzheng gestured with his elbow to the storage compartment behind the handbrake: "Give me that jar of candy inside."
Rong Weiyue opened the compartment, took out the contents, and found a jar of imported green tangerine candy. She had bought it once in high school and thought it was delicious. She paused for a moment, then handed it to him: "Do you like this too?"
He tossed a few to her, then tore one open and popped it into his mouth, saying in a lazy, magnetic voice, "Just bought these randomly. I'll have one when I crave a cigarette."
Rong Weiyue recalled that when she was in high school, she didn't like him smoking, so Fu Linzheng asked her to keep an eye on him. Every time he wanted to smoke, she would exchange a piece of candy for it. Later, it became exchanging kisses, and he would domineeringly pester her for kisses.
She is the source of all his addictions.
In the end, Fu Linzheng really did quit smoking, but now he's started smoking again, though she has no right to interfere.
But recently, when they started living together, she noticed that she had never seen him smoke at home.
Rong Weiyue stroked the candy wrapper, lowered the car window halfway, and looked up at the cool breeze outside: "The weather is finally nice today. It's been raining for the past few days."
Fu Linzheng sighed, "Perhaps it's because I'm not in Beijing that even God is saddened and crying."
? ?
How can someone be so shameless?
She turned and casually asked, "Where is your training ground?"
"Over in Jialin District."
Jialin District is indeed very close to her studio, "but isn't that area mostly industrial?"
Fu Linzheng pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "It's Jialin District, the one behind that mountain."
She asked in confusion, "You mean Dong'an? Isn't that mountainous area still undeveloped?"
“It was newly developed this year,” the man coughed twice, turning to glance at her. “Why are you asking so many questions? Are you interested in the place where I train?”
Fearing he might overthink things, Rong Weiyue quickly shook her head, "I was just asking casually."
After a few taps on the gas, the Aston Martin quickly arrived at the entrance of the cultural and creative park. The car was far too conspicuous, and she didn't want the people in the studio to see it. "You can just park here. I'll walk in myself."
Fu Linzheng ignored her, "You want to walk for another ten minutes? You're not in a hurry now?"
"No need, it's quite close..."
Fu Linzheng turned to look at her, his sharp eyes filled with aggression: "What are you feeling guilty about? Or am I so shameful that I can't be seen by others?"
She silently stopped talking. The roads in the cultural district were intricate and winding, and it was easy to make a mistake. Before she could give directions, the silver supercar moved nimbly like a snake, took a shortcut, and arrived at the studio entrance even faster.
She was stunned: "How did you know how to get there?"
The man pressed the handbrake and leaned back lazily in his chair: "I was bored earlier, so I came in for a drive."
"?"
Want to take a drive around the cultural and creative district?
Rong Weiyue didn't have time to think much and said to him, "Thank you, then I'll go in first, you should go train too."
She got out of the car and walked quickly into the studio.
Fu Linzheng watched her almost fleeing figure and chuckled.
Are you so afraid of having anything to do with him?
Meanwhile, Rong Weiyue walked into the studio, and Shu Jin greeted her, "Sister, the client is in the conference room."
"good."
Shu Jin looked towards the door but didn't see Rong Weiyue's car. "Your car isn't fixed yet? What brought you here today?"
Rong Weiyue lied and said, "I...I came by taxi."
A deep bass engine roared outside, and the office workers turned to see the supercar driving away: "Wow, what a cool car!! The sound was amazing!"
"Which rich kid from Beijing's elite circle drove this amazing car here? It's a pity I couldn't see his face clearly."
Shu Jin joked, "Sis, you didn't come here by this taxi, did you?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue quickly said, "Alright, let's go to the conference room."
Several designers accompanied her to the conference room. Rong Weiyue recognized the Russian exhibitor who had asked her to demonstrate cloisonné the day before. They greeted each other. One of the Russian women, a middle-aged woman named Nadya, was the owner of a lacquer painting factory called Polaris. The factory was an established business, but its profits had been low in the past two years, and it was not doing well in the domestic market. Therefore, it wanted to come to China to seek cooperation.
Next year they want to launch a new product: "We can combine lacquer painting techniques and filigree inlay techniques to create co-branded jewelry."
In the future, this jewelry will not only be sold to the public, but it can also be exhibited and competed in Russia. If it wins an award, it will greatly increase its popularity.
Rong Weiyue communicated with them and thought the idea was good. "What's the latest we need to finish making it?"
"Early next year."
I need to submit the design drafts for the "Frost and Snow Chant" jewelry soon, and there will be time for review and revisions.
Nadja explained that they need to repay a loan next February, and their success hinges on how well the jewelry is received in the market; it's practically a gamble.
Rong Weiyue had never tried collaborating on filigree inlay and lacquer painting before, but it was quite creative and worth a try. She agreed and suggested that the jewelry could also be launched and sold online in China.
Finally, both parties successfully signed the contract, and Nadja gratefully shook hands with Rong Weiyue.
"Thank you for your willingness to cooperate with us. We also contacted several other filigree inlay factories last month, but they all refused us."
Polaris' business is struggling, barely surviving in the local market. Many filigree inlay factories look down on them, feeling there's no hope of cooperation.
Nadya is a single mother. Her husband passed away unexpectedly last year, leaving her with a factory and millions in debt.
Rong Weiyue smiled warmly: "I've seen your jewelry, and I think it's very creative. Handicrafts are becoming increasingly difficult to make these days, so let's stick together and work together."
As they reached the door, Nadya's blonde, blue-eyed little daughter, whom she was holding hands with, looked at Rong Weiyue, handed her the matryoshka doll bracelet she had woven, smiled innocently, and said something to her in Russian. Rong Weiyue was puzzled, but Nadya's assistant next to her laughed and said, "She said, 'Thank you, beautiful sister.'"
Rong Weiyue half-squatted down to take it, patted her head and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, you are very beautiful too."
After the group left, Rong Weiyue went to the workshop and told the employees about it. One of the experienced blue-inking workers took a puff of his cigarette and sighed, "We've been so busy lately, we can't keep up with the work."
The young man polishing the glass next to him laughed: "Uncle Zhen, you can't say that. If we didn't have any work for a month, would we still be able to earn this much money? Would you still be able to smoke Zhonghua cigarettes every day?"
"Yes, Teacher Weiyue brought us business after just one trip to the expo. It's much better than the situation in the first half of the year."
The old master craftsman happily puffed on his cigarette butt: "That's true, it's better to be busy."
Everyone laughed, and Rong Weiyue smiled and told everyone to get back to work.
Back in her office, she said to Shu Jin, "I need to go out and buy an electric scooter. Do you know where I can buy one nearby?"
"There seem to be a few shops on that street across from the creative park. Are you buying an electric scooter, sis? What about your car?"
"It's broken, I don't know when it will be fixed. It's very convenient to come to work by electric bike." It only takes about ten minutes to get here by electric bike.
Rong Weiyue was extremely efficient and immediately went out.
Half an hour later, she got on her new electric scooter and drove slowly down the road. In a great mood, she took a picture of the cultural and creative park under the clear sky and posted it on her WeChat Moments.
Back in the studio, Rong Weiyue officially began her work.
A few clouds drifted across the blue sky outside the window.
A few hours earlier, the Aston Martin drove out of the cultural and creative park, and as usual, it took nearly two hours to reach a training track in the diagonal suburbs of Beijing.
The supercar stopped, and Fu Linzheng stepped out in a pair of black ankle boots and walked inside. His legs were straight, and his tall and slender figure was arrogant and handsome.
The people in the convoy nodded to him, saying, "Hello, Brother Zheng."
Fu Linzheng responded indifferently and walked into the building. His assistant, Huaiyu, came over to report, "Brother Zheng, Sister Weiyue's car has arrived and is parked in the repair shop."
Fu Linzheng replied, "Tell everyone else not to move."
"OK."
Huaiyu asked in surprise, "Brother, you're never late before, but you're ten minutes late today."
The man entered the office, took off his coat to reveal a muscular physique, and changed into his racing training suit: "I had something to do this morning, so I drove someone to work."
"Ah? Is that Sister Weiyue?!"
Fu Linzheng put on a baseball cap, his posture upright and confident, and walked out, lazily uttering a few words, "Otherwise what?"
My goodness, Zheng Ge has finally made great progress in pursuing his wife!
Huaiyu grinned: "Brother, no wonder you seemed to be in such a good mood today."
Last week, when I went to another city for training, this person's face was almost always dark, and he didn't even smile once. It really is Sister Weiyue.
The team's engineers, coaches, and others all arrived. After an hour of physical training, Fu Linzheng began practical training.
The silver-black race car flashed across the track like lightning, tearing through the air, its tires screeching against the asphalt, sparks flying everywhere.
As you exit a corner at its limit, with full throttle and explosive power, the deafening roar spreads out in layers, creating a wave of sound.
Turn, go straight, drift, sprint.
Like a wild beast chasing its prey in the jungle, decisive, swift, wild, and steady.
The engineer's voice came through the headset: "The T6 tires are warming up in the rear section, and the right rear tire is almost at the top of the window."
“I know,” Fu Linzheng said calmly. “I’ll pull back a bit on the next lap. At the turn 9 braking point, I’ll back up 3 meters and then see how they react.”
He entered the deceleration curve, his fingers deftly maneuvering on the steering wheel, switching energy recovery modes and adjusting differential settings with clean and swift movements.
He was in excellent form one morning and achieved several high-speed laps.
After finishing the last lap at noon, he slowed down and drove into the maintenance area, took off his helmet, and talked with the engineer.
After finishing their business, the team members went to the canteen together. After the meal, Fu Linzheng did not go to rest with them, but went to the maintenance workshop instead.
So the people in the convoy saw the pampered young master Fu personally reinstalling sensors on an ordinary car that had come from who-knows-where.
He refused to let anyone help him.
Fu Linzheng not only needs to know how to drive, but also needs to be very knowledgeable about car parts. Repairing cars is the most basic skill. However, the young master has so many supercars worth tens of millions, but he has never personally repaired any of them when they break down.
Everyone was stunned: "What's going on? Whose car is this? Is Master Zheng handling it personally?"
"This car is only worth around 100,000 yuan, right? Master Zheng could buy two of these cars with just one pair of shoes. Does it even need repairs?"
"Hey guys, do you see a bunch of plush toys in front of the car? It looks like a girl's car! Do you think it's your sister-in-law's car?!"
"It's very possible, did he make up with his sister-in-law?"
The group excitedly went to ask Huaiyu who the car owner was, but Huaiyu zipped up his mouth and said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, or you'll get in trouble."
This is too mysterious.
The news spread throughout the entire convoy in just one afternoon.
Midway through, Xia Sili came to see Fu Linzheng with the cooperation proposal. Not long after, Fu Linzheng finished, went out to clear the way, and when he came back, Huaiyu came over and asked, "Brother, is the car fixed?"
"Hmm, what's so difficult about that?"
“Great, I’ll drive it back for Sister Weiyue today.”
"No rush, just leave it here for now."
"?"
Fu Linzheng picked up the mineral water bottle, took a few sips, leaned against the table next to him, and handed him a form: "Repaint and wax the car, and then replace everything inside according to this form."
Huaiyu looked at the densely packed top-of-the-line configuration: ? ? ?
"Okay..." This will cost at least seven figures. Does this mean I have to reinstall everything?
Xia Sili walked over, and Fu Linzheng went to his office with him. Xia Sili noticed the Cuban chain around his neck and grinned mischievously.
"Hey, you're still wearing that leash? You're overjoyed, aren't you? You're happy to be tied up by Wei Yue?"
Fu Linzheng walked forward with his hands in his pockets: "She insisted on giving it to me, and since I'm so kind-hearted, of course I didn't want to disappoint her, so I continued to accept it."
Xia Sili chuckled, "I still don't believe it. I guess Wei Yue doesn't know the meaning of this chain. You're just being presumptuous."
Fu Linzheng glanced at him: "You really talk a lot of nonsense."
"Hahahaha..."
Once in the office, the two had a serious talk about work. As evening approached, Xia Sili asked, "Let's get together at my place tonight. Invite Hu An and A Cheng too. I just received a bottle of 1990 Romanée-Conti last night. I'm sure you'll like it."
Fu Linzheng glanced at the time on his phone and said leisurely, "No time, I have to pick someone up from get off work."
"Huh? Who is it?"
Fu Linzheng remained silent, but Xia Sili wasn't stupid either: "Wei Yue? You're going to pick her up?"
"Her car wasn't broken."
? ? ?
Xia Sili followed him outside. "So she agreed to let you pick her up and drop her off?"
"I took her there this morning, is there a problem?"
Xia Sili sighed, "I have a feeling that Wei Yue won't be willing."
Fu Linzheng scoffed, stepping down the stairs with his long legs. "The facts are there, do you need to feel them?"
Xia Sili chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, alright, go chase after your girl."
As night fell completely, neon lights illuminated the city.
Two hours later, the deep roar of the engine, like the growl of a wild beast, cut through the night as the silver Aston Martin sped into the cultural and creative park.
The Valhalla has a low and sleek body with a low chassis. The family-style large grille at the front outlines sharp lines, and the license plate "京A·E0831" at the rear lights up. The taillights are painted with the English words that belong exclusively to FLZ, making them extremely eye-catching.
Cars whizzed by, passing by the supercar, and many people exclaimed, "Holy crap, that car is so cool!!"
"Aston Martin Valhalla! A globally limited edition color scheme, this one will cost at least ten million!"
"That engine sound is so cool! Which arrogant young master is going to cause a ruckus here?!"
"I've seen supercars worth tens of millions before, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this. Is he here to pick up his girlfriend from get off work...?"
Many people wanted to see who was in the driver's seat, but the specially modified black windows blocked everyone's view.
Crushing through a carpet of fallen leaves, its taillights flashing a sharp red light, the Aston Martin finally came to a stop on the street in front of its studio.
Fu Linzheng turned off the car lights, and many people saw through the car window a man sitting lazily in the driver's seat, a wrist with distinct knuckles resting on the steering wheel, his dark eyebrows and eyes shrouded in the shadow of a baseball cap, his profile blurred and his face indistinct, but he was clearly very handsome.
Many girls were so infatuated that they couldn't help but want to get closer, but the aura of the person and the car was too strong, making people afraid to approach.
Fu Linzheng glanced at the time; it was 5:30.
He took out his phone, opened the pinned chat window with the moon icon, and sent a message: "I'm at the studio entrance. Come out when you're done."
Fu Linzheng took a bite of a candied tangerine, then tapped the screen to add: "No rush, I happen to have some free time, I'll pick you up on the way."
He clicked on Rong Weiyue's profile picture and saw a new picture in her Moments.
It was a photo of blue sky and white clouds that she posted this morning, captioned: "Going to work with a gentle breeze, so blissful."
Fu Linzheng couldn't help but twitch his lips.
He just dropped her off at work, why did he have to post a message on social media to hint at it? Did he make her happy?
Fu Linzheng took a screenshot and sent it to Xia Sili: 【Tell me, is she willing or not?】
Xia Sili, who was happily drinking his wine: ? ? ?
Okay, okay, our Zheng is the best!
Fu Linzheng got out of the car and walked to the small supermarket across the street. He bought snacks and fruit, and when he got to the supermarket entrance, he saw a newly opened cake shop. A salesperson came over with a smile and asked him, "Sir, what would you like?"
He glanced around and saw a chocolate cake covered in cherries. Knowing the little girl would like it, he said calmly, "This one will do."
The waiter nodded in agreement, inwardly remarking that it was rare to see such a handsome guy eating dessert; he was probably buying it for his girlfriend. He was so envious…
After packing everything up and handing it over, Fu Linzheng carried all the items back to his car and looked at the studio entrance again.
Why hasn't it come out yet?
Ten minutes later, a graceful figure finally appeared.
The woman, dressed in a long sweater and skirt, with a soft brown coat draped over her shoulders, her gentle face buried in a beige scarf, plunged into the dim streetlights and ran joyfully down the steps.
Rong Weiyue jogged towards him, her lips curving into crescent moons as she smiled, seemingly very happy.
Fu Linzheng raised the corners of his lips.
He came to pick her up, and he was so happy?
The man opened the car door, got out, and walked towards her. Rong Weiyue slowed her pace when she saw him, then suddenly froze: "Fu Linzheng?"
Fu Linzheng looked down at her and said lazily:
"Why are you running? I can't walk."
What running...
She blinked her almond-shaped eyes in bewilderment: "How did you get here?"
Didn't you see the message I sent you earlier?
Fu Linzheng's lips curved into a faint smile as he spoke in a drawn-out tone, "I know you're happy to see me, but don't overthink it. I just happened to be going that way, so please bear with me and come pick you up to go home."
? ? ?
Rong Weiyue was bewildered: "I didn't see your message. It's okay, I have a car, you don't need to pick me up."
Fu Linzheng chuckled, "Where did you get the car?"
"Here."
Rong Weiyue pointed over and saw a light pink electric scooter parked next to the supercar.
Fu Linzheng: ?
She walked over, got into the car, and put on the white kitten helmet.
The kitten turned to look at him and gave him a polite smile.
"I know it's troublesome for you to pick me up, so I bought an electric scooter and I won't have to bother you anymore."
Fu Linzheng: "..."
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