Chapter 21 "Who gave you the audacity to touch her?"...
Chapter 21
"..."
Okay, he came to pick her up in a multi-million dollar supercar, but she refused. In just one day, she somehow managed to get a beat-up electric scooter.
He thought it was some kind of car. Fu Linzheng's face was as dark as a block of charcoal, and he was seething with anger: "What, you can't stand me coming to pick you up? Are you in such a hurry to distance yourself from me?"
? ? ?
Rong Weiyue raised her hand to adjust the cat-themed helmet, her watery eyes blinking blankly. She shook her head, her voice soft and gentle: "No, having an electric scooter is indeed convenient, and didn't you say that picking me up is troublesome?"
Fu Linzheng: "..."
Rong Weiyue certainly felt that it was inappropriate for him to pick her up and drop her off all the time, as the young master's car was too high-profile, but she was more concerned about the convenience of commuting and didn't think too much about it.
Regardless, Fu Linzheng did come tonight. She stammered guiltily, "I'm so sorry, Fu Linzheng, I was busy and didn't see your message. I'm sorry you had to make such a wasted trip. But I need to ride my bike back to charge it, otherwise it'll be out of power tomorrow..."
The woman's soft, fair face was half-hidden in a milky-white scarf, her nose slightly red, like a little animal peeking out a corner of its head. Her amber eyes were clear and bright, and her expression as she looked at him was clean and gentle, like a little ragdoll cat that had just woken up and still smelled of milk.
Just like back in high school, when he would buy roasted sweet potatoes and hot milk tea after training and pick her up from her after-school tutoring session, the little girl would feed him, her eyes crinkling, looking at him with a sweet and innocent smile that made him want to kiss her.
Fu Linzheng looked at her, and his agitation was instantly extinguished for no apparent reason.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, his tone softening slightly, and said lazily, "Fine, you ride it. I just happen to be going that way."
He couldn't possibly stop her, could he? "There have been car thefts lately. If your new car gets stolen again while it's parked here, you'll be crying again."
"..."
Is she just a crybaby in his eyes?
Rong Weiyue responded softly, "Then I'll ride first."
She twisted the throttle of her electric scooter and rode off. Fu Linzheng watched for a few seconds before returning to his supercar.
As Rong Weiyue approached the entrance to the industrial zone, she heard a low, rolling engine sound behind her. Without even turning around, she could guess who it was. Sure enough, a few seconds later, an Aston Martin drove past her car.
However, contrary to her expectations of a swift departure, Fu Linzheng slowed down and remained a few meters ahead of her.
It was rush hour, and the road was bustling with traffic. Many cars were weaving and cutting in front of her at high speeds. Rong Weiyue was still getting used to riding an electric bike, and her hands were tightly gripping the brakes. Fu Linzheng seemed to be clearing the way for her, leaving no chance for others to block her path.
Seeing an Aston Martin nearby, wondering which wealthy young master was inside, they quickly and automatically avoided it, fearing that a scratch or bump would result in exorbitant compensation.
Rong Weiyue drove smoothly all the way, and after a while she arrived at the main road. Fu Linzheng looked in the rearview mirror and saw that she had driven into the non-motorized vehicle lane before he looked away.
With no cars ahead, Fu Linzheng leaned back in his seat, his elbows resting on the bottom of the window. His long, slender fingers tapped the steering wheel casually, while he steadily controlled the car's speed. He occasionally glanced at the people in the non-motorized vehicle lane, worried that something might happen to them.
I could have sped home with just two taps on the gas.
This was the first time in his life he had driven so slowly.
The silver supercar moved low in the darkness, like a cheetah with its claws restrained, following closely behind a leisurely-walking kitten.
During the journey, Xia Sili called, laughing in an unusually smug way: "How's it going, Fu Gougou? Did you pick up your owner? Did he want to ride in your car?"
Fu Linzheng paused for a moment, then said, "I received the call. She went there on her electric scooter."
Upon hearing this, the person on the other end burst into laughter, knowing full well that this was indeed the case. "Fu Linzheng, let's teach you to stop pretending and stop being stubborn! It's Wei Yue who's born to deal with you!"
"Shawl, are you gloating?"
"Haha ...
"..."
Fu Linzheng chewed on a green tangerine candy, speaking leisurely: "She didn't know I was here to pick her up. She just apologized to me in a coquettish way. I'm not that petty. It's my fault for not communicating with her clearly during the day, otherwise she wouldn't have had to buy an electric scooter."
Xia Sili suppressed a laugh: "Yes, yes, you're right. Fu Linzheng, I heard that the materials used to make military bulletproof vests are getting more and more advanced. I think those people have wasted their time designing them. Bulletproof vests should include your mouth! Fiberglass and boron carbide are no match for your stubbornness. That's what you call unbreakable!"
"..."
Fu Linzheng scoffed and hung up the phone with a dark expression.
I can't be bothered to talk to this idiot.
A few minutes later, Rong Weiyue finally rode her electric bike to the underground parking garage of the community. After parking in the charging area, she walked forward and saw Fu Linzheng getting out of the supercar.
I wonder why he was driving so slowly today. Was he waiting for her...?
The man closed the car door, carrying fruit, snacks, and cake. She paused, then he turned to look at her: "Aren't you leaving?"
She rushed over and followed him into the elevator.
Back home, it came running over excitedly, nuzzling against her legs. Seeing her eyes light up, Rong Weiyue smiled and picked it up: "Baby, I'm home..."
Huhu nuzzled its head against her chest, seemingly enjoying her scent. Upon seeing this, Fu Linzheng's face darkened, and she immediately grabbed it.
They have no sense of propriety and always take advantage of others.
She froze, and Fu Linzheng scoffed, "I haven't even hugged you since I got back."
This person is so stingy...
After a few seconds, Rong Weiyue looked at him expectantly, "Is it my turn yet?"
He gave her no answer, then snuggled back into Rong Weiyue's arms, rubbing against her happily. She smiled, her eyes crinkling.
Fu Linzheng, standing beside him like a stranger, chuckled silently.
"Why don't I just move out and let the two of you live together?"
Rong Weiyue: ?
Walking inside, Fu Linzheng put the things on the kitchen counter, opened the refrigerator, and casually said, "I'll cook something for this little darling, and I'll also cook some spaghetti so we can eat together."
"good……"
Rong Weiyue noticed the exceptionally beautiful cherry cake on the table and, surprised that this person never seemed to like desserts, couldn't help but ask, "Did you buy this cake?"
Fu Linzheng looked over, met her gaze, paused for a moment, and said leisurely, "It was a gift from a colleague."
"..."
Okay, no wonder...
Fu Linzheng rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean arms with prominent veins, and tore open the pasta packaging. "Help me wash the fruit and put it in the living room with the snacks."
"good."
After a while, Fu Linzheng carried the cooked spaghetti to the dining room and looked at the little girl who was playing with Hu Hu on the carpet. "It's ready. Come and eat."
"You eat, I'll feed Huhu first."
His face darkened slightly: "What business is it of yours? If the noodles get cold and you get diarrhea, you'll blame me."
Rong Weiyue mumbled something, then stood up, supporting herself on the carpet. Hu Hu, also hungry, clung to her.
Fu Linzheng scoffed helplessly.
They're like two living ancestors, one big and one small.
After Fu Linzheng finished feeding Hu Hu, he sat down at the dining table. Rong Weiyue finished the last bite of noodles, and then a cherry cake was pushed in front of her.
He raised an eyebrow: "You seem to have a good appetite, so help finish this one too."
After a busy day, Rong Weiyue was indeed starving. She licked the tomato sauce off her red lips, her cheeks slightly flushed, and waved her hand, "It was given to you by someone else, so you should eat it."
"Don't you know I don't like desserts? If you don't eat them and just throw them away, aren't you letting others down even more?"
She thought of the previous week, her red lips parting slightly: "That green orange cake in the fridge before..."
Fu Linzheng took a sip of lemon sparkling water, and after a two-second pause in his languid tone, he spoke: "That's an exception."
He lifted his eyelids to look at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable:
"I only love that one person, is that not allowed?"
Rong Weiyue was stunned.
Fu Linzheng pushed the cake over, pulling her back to reality, and said nonchalantly, "Alright, take it and eat it. Try to control your lustful thoughts. You're always so curious about me."
"……"here we go again.
Finally, Rong Weiyue took the cake back to the bedroom, sat on the beanbag chair, scooped a piece of cake with a fork and put it in her mouth. The sweetness of the cherries and cream blended smoothly in her mouth, making her eyes crinkle with happiness.
The milky white light poured down from above, illuminating the cherries drizzled with sugar syrup, making them gleam.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head uncontrollably.
Did Fu Linzheng buy the fruit and snacks because he came to pick her up? Could he have bought the cake too...?
My heart was like a river suddenly stirred by a spring breeze, creating ripples.
A tingling, trembling sensation ran through me.
But how could that be?
If he knew, he would definitely say she was delusional.
I don't know why, but I feel like I'm actually being right about what Fu Linzheng said lately, and I'm having more and more wild thoughts about him.
She lowered her eyes, scooped up a mouthful of cake, and swallowed the absurd idea.
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The next day, Rong Weiyue woke up and saw that Fu Linzheng's bedroom door was closed, and it seemed that he had not yet left.
She prepared two breakfasts; she always ate his cooking, so she felt she should reciprocate.
After a while, she saw Fu Linzheng pushing a suitcase out of the room.
He has a competition in Italy at the last minute.
Now he focuses on building a domestic racing team. After winning the world championship, he shifted his focus more to training racing drivers in China. He doesn't participate in races often, but he still travels all over the world and is not often at home.
The man sat down opposite him, wearing a dark trench coat that accentuated his broad, hard features. His eyes were sleepy, and he had a lazy, arrogant air about him.
After hearing his arrangements, Rong Weiyue pushed the breakfast towards him, took a bite of bread, and asked softly, "When will you be back?"
Fu Linzheng sipped his milk, lazily raising an eyebrow. "What, you already miss me before I've even left?"
"..."
How could this person not be narcissistic? "I was just asking."
"Saturday night, but I'll probably get home around 10 p.m. After all, I'll definitely have a celebration party when I get back after winning the award."
"That's quite a plan," Rong Weiyue said, raising the corners of her lips. "Then congratulations in advance, and I hope you win the award."
Perhaps knowing he was leaving, Huhu surprisingly came over and rubbed against his legs. After finishing his breakfast, Fu Linzheng picked it up and said to Rong Weiyue:
“My team happens to be free, so I’ll help you get your car serviced. It’ll take a few days, so you can drive mine first. Don’t ride a little electric scooter in this cold weather.”
He tossed a car key to her, but Rong Weiyue quickly said no, "I can't drive your sports cars."
She can't afford it either. It's too flashy, and if she gets hurt, she could pay rent for a lifetime and still not be able to afford the damage.
Fu Linzheng had already guessed her reaction and said ironically, "It's just an ordinary car. Would I let you drive one of those sports cars?"
oh……
Rong Weiyue was forced to accept it. Fu Linzheng peeled the egg and asked, "So, the jewelry design drafts need to be finalized this week?"
"Yes, I need to have a preliminary discussion with the crew tomorrow to see what changes are needed."
Fu Linzheng lifted his eyelids to look at her: "If there's anything you can't handle, contact me, or ask Huaiyu. After all, I'm your boss."
"Yes, nothing will happen."
She wanted to avoid troubling him with work-related matters to prevent misunderstandings.
After finishing breakfast, Fu Linzheng left the house, and Rong Weiyue also went to the studio to start her new day's work.
The next afternoon, she was going to Mingheng Group in the city center. After hesitating for a moment, she took the car keys that Fu Linzheng had left for her.
When she arrived at the underground parking lot, she pressed the key, and car lights came on in the distance.
Upon closer inspection, it was a white Aston Martin DBX 707.
Priced at two or three million, she couldn't afford it, but in Young Master Fu's eyes, it was indeed just ordinary...
Once inside the SUV, the interior is simple and clean, with a refreshing scent of green oranges filling the air. The high-quality fabric seats are very comfortable, and it's surprisingly easy to drive.
Upon arriving at Mingheng Group, Rong Weiyue was led to a conference room. After waiting for almost an hour, feeling slightly anxious, the door was finally opened.
I saw him at the audition last time; Du Haibin, the assistant director in charge of costumes and props, walked in.
Du Haibin was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, which concealed his obese figure. He wore black-rimmed glasses, had a slightly balding head, and a face full of wrinkles, resembling the SpongeBob SquarePants character. He was playing with a red agate bracelet in his hand.
She remembered that at the previous selection meeting, it was he who proposed an additional round, and he was severely rebuked by Fu Linzheng.
Du Haibin walked slowly, followed by his assistant and several other prop crew members.
Rong Weiyue stood up and greeted him politely. When Du Haibin saw her, his eyes turned cold. He scanned her from head to toe and put on a lazy smile: "Miss Rong, I just had a meeting. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope you don't mind."
As soon as the man finished speaking, he yawned, and there was still some sleep in the corner of his eye. He clearly wasn't going to a meeting. Rong Weiyue raised the corner of her lips and said, "It's okay."
Du Haibin sat down, his belly puffed up like a ball. He fiddled with his bracelet and yawned. "Alright, let's begin. Tell me your design ideas first. Ugh, I'm so sleepy."
Du Haibin was responsible for the initial review of all the ornaments, and only after they were approved would they be reported to the higher-ups.
Rong Weiyue handed over the manuscript, opened the PowerPoint presentation, and began her explanation.
Du Haibin, with his legs crossed, listened for a while before lazily interrupting, "Hey, why did you design the second female lead's headdress to be so high? Tang Dynasty headdresses were generally quite gentle. Did you even consult history?"
Rong Weiyue said gently, "I have checked historical records. The headdresses of noblewomen in the early Tang Dynasty were relatively simple, but this drama is set in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the headdresses tend to be more gorgeous and towering. The painting 'Ladies Wearing Flowers in Their Hair' reflects this, which is in line with history."
She projected the image of "Ladies Wearing Flowers in Their Hair" onto the screen, and Du Haibin remained silent for a moment before saying nothing more.
As he continued his introduction, Du Haibin nitpicked again: "The ornaments of the Tang Dynasty court tended to use red garnets and amber, so why did you use blue-green gemstones on this side hairpin?"
"It is true that red is the most common color in Tang Dynasty court ornaments, but this is not absolute. Influenced by the Western Regions culture, there were also ornaments made of blue turquoise and jadeite, which have been unearthed at the Hejiacun and Famen Temple sites. So, adding blue and green tones appropriately can make the ornaments look less monotonous."
The staff member next to him couldn't help but exclaim, "This is really beautiful!"
"Yes, this perfectly matches the female lead's temperament..."
Du Haibin glared at the staff member, who immediately fell silent. He rubbed his shiny face with his prayer beads, his expression turning even colder, and said nothing more.
Continuing down, Du Haibin saw a hairpin and immediately said, "You used silver thread for this? This character is of noble birth, and the production team gave you such a high budget. You used silver instead of gold?!"
"The character is described as aloof and elegant, and I think using silver jewelry here would better suit the character's temperament."
“Ms. Rong, as a designer, you have your own ideas, but the production team ultimately considers the camera effects and overall visual experience. Have you considered the aesthetics of this character?”
"Director Du, I think all aesthetic appeal should be just right..."
Before Rong Weiyue could finish speaking, Du Haibin interrupted, "You think? Who do you think you are? Get your facts straight, I'm the client and you're the contractor. Who pays the money and who does the work? I say one thing and you immediately retort. If you're so full of ideas, why don't you go and make TV dramas?! Where were you when I first entered this industry?!"
She made him get criticized at the proposal meeting that time, and even squeezed out Cui'an, who could give him some benefits. He disliked Rong Weiyue from the beginning.
Rong Weiyue looked at him quietly, still maintaining her respect: "I didn't mean to question you, it's just that I mentioned this idea to the director, and he thought it was okay."
Du Haibin suddenly froze: "You've spoken with the director?"
“When we signed the contract last time, I shared my initial thoughts with him. Perhaps you could ask him?”
Du Haibin, suppressing his anger, called the director and argued his case at length. However, the director said, "I think her idea is good. She has a very detailed understanding of the character's personality. Let's tentatively use silver jewelry for now. Don't worry, the makeup and styling can be adjusted."
Du Haibin wanted to say something more, but the director's phone was noisy, so he said he would talk to him later and hung up.
The surrounding employees looked at each other in bewilderment. Du Haibin, suppressing his anger, closed the sketch with a stiff expression: "Fine, you're quite capable. Well, since the director has spoken, let's design it like this for now."
Rong Weiyue nodded slightly, about to continue the introduction, but Du Haibin leaned back in his seat and said, "I don't have time to listen to what comes next. You can go back now. I'll give you the revisions later."
Rong Weiyue hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to agree.
Du Haibin stood up and stormed out. His assistant grabbed the design drafts from the table and quickly followed. Once upstairs, he slammed the door shut and roared, "I've been on set for so many years and I've never encountered an attitude like hers! I don't know how the producer chose her!"
His assistant busied himself coaxing him, pouring him water to calm him down: "Brother Du, people say the young lady is quite capable. It's inevitable that she's young and ambitious, but you're as magnanimous as a prime minister. Why bother arguing with her?"
Du Haibin's face was gloomy, feeling particularly embarrassed just now. His assistant said, "I guess she's a little dissatisfied with you because you brought up the idea of adding a competition at the last proposal meeting, so she used the director to deliberately put pressure on you today."
Du Haibin was furious when he thought of that day: "How could a small, run-down studio beat Cui An? I wonder what kind of background Rong Weiyue has that got her in. She is pretty, though."
Du Haibin took a sip of hot tea, then his mind raced: "President Fu was furious back then. Do you think Rong Weiyue has some kind of relationship with President Fu?"
The assistant was surprised: "How is that possible? How could someone who makes props know such important people? Why would there be a proposal meeting? Why not just make the decision directly? President Fu was probably angry because he was worried about safety. In the end, Brother Du, you have much more say than Rong Weiyue, and you are much more experienced than her. Don't be afraid of her."
As if struck by a thought, Du Haibin fiddled with his agate bracelet and smiled meaningfully: "Anyway, I'll be the first to review the design drafts. I'll raise any issues I may have."
Just then, there was a knock on the door:
"Director Du, Xiang An Yue is looking for you."
Du Haibin turned his head and said, "Please invite her in."
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After returning to her studio from Mingheng Group in the afternoon, Rong Weiyue felt uneasy.
She wondered if she had too many subjective ideas and offended someone, but she really felt that her design was fine.
When Shu Jin found out, she comforted her: "Sister, your attitude was very good. You were just expressing your own thoughts. It was that director who was arrogant towards you and deliberately made you wait for an hour."
Rong Weiyue sighed: "I just hope the manuscript will be approved smoothly."
However, things didn't go as planned. That evening, she began receiving all sorts of revision suggestions from Du Haibin.
The overall design of the male lead's crown doesn't look strong or imposing enough; a new version needs to be designed.
The Empress's phoenix crown lacks visual impact; it's too simple and needs more depth.
The third bracelet for women is too wide overall, and the pattern doesn't look delicate on camera. The proportions and size need to be readjusted.
[...]
Du Haibin completely rejected many of her designs. Rong Weiyue tried to explain her ideas, but he wouldn't even listen: "Whose review is it? If my first draft doesn't pass, I won't submit it to you. You're not planning to revise it?"
Rong Weiyue took a deep breath and tapped the screen: 【No, I'll edit it.】
She was the second party in the relationship, so she had no choice but to obey.
Rong Weiyue stayed up until 11 p.m. in the studio that night, and the next day she came back to continue revising with several designers. Some designs needed to be scrapped and redone, which was extremely time-consuming, while others were just minor adjustments, which were also very tedious and troublesome.
Du Haibin kept calling her relentlessly. Rong Weiyue had other work during the day, so she could only work overtime at night. Sometimes she would submit versions 3.0 or 4.0, but the other party would say that version 1.0 was more suitable. It was incredibly torturous.
Shu Jin and Rong Weiyue went back and forth to Mingheng Group. When Du Haibin saw the manuscript, he jokingly said, "Miss Rong, your studio is small. What we valued about you in the first place was your design. Now it seems that it's nothing special."
Shu Jin returned furious: "This person is deliberately making things difficult for us!! How can they do this? Don't we have time?! I really don't want to do this anymore!"
But if they quit now, they'll have to pay a hefty penalty for breach of contract.
Rong Weiyue had everyone's livelihood in her hands, so she could only endure it. She wasn't without temper; when she got impatient, she would argue with Du Haibin, but that would only lead to him making things even more difficult. She couldn't go to the director or producer to say anything, since she couldn't report to higher-ups, and she didn't want to make things worse.
For three or four consecutive days, Rong Weiyue worked overtime until midnight every day, her meals were irregular, her right hand started to ache again, and she felt completely exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained. She soon caught a cold.
On Friday night, Peng Qingshi organized a dinner party and invited Rong Weiyue and Yin Lu to have dinner together, but she had to work overtime to revise her manuscript and had to decline.
In the group chat, Peng Qingshi learned the whole story and was furious: [This kind of person is despicable, deliberately making things difficult for you. Wei Yue, are you alright with your cold? I ordered some medicine for you, how about I go with you to see a doctor?]
Rong Weiyue coughed and typed on the keyboard: 【It's nothing, I've already taken my medicine.】
Yin Lu: [Could you talk to Fu Linzheng? He's a high-ranking leader; he can definitely help you resolve this.]
Rong Weiyue lowered her eyes: [Fu Linzheng is competing abroad, so let's not trouble him.]
He used to be busy with racing, so she often couldn't contact him, and she didn't want to bother him.
Besides, they're no longer boyfriend and girlfriend.
He has already helped her a lot.
Yin Lu felt sorry for you: "Then we'll come find you tonight, keep you company while you work overtime, and then we'll go out for dinner together afterward. I have time."
Peng Qingshi: [Okay, then you can work overtime. We'll come find you.]
Rong Weiyue felt a warmth in her heart and thanked them.
During the day, Rong Weiyue had another meeting with the designers. Thinking that they were working really hard, she let the others leave first in the evening, while she stayed behind alone.
Du Haibin sent her a message, asking her to bring the design drafts to the company for a face-to-face meeting. Rong Weiyue was extremely annoyed and said that she hadn't finished the drawings yet, but she would definitely give them to him by Monday. Du Haibin didn't allow her to refuse, saying, "I happen to be nearby, I'll come to your studio to find you. I don't have time, let's finalize everything tonight."
In Beijing, the sun sets early, and night gradually falls, with only the incandescent light on in Rong Weiyue's office.
A knock sounded at the door, and Rong Weiyue looked out through the frosted glass door to see Du Haibin.
She went to open the door. He was carrying a briefcase and holding a string of agate beads in one hand. When he saw Rong Weiyue, he smiled.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Rong, working so late."
Rong Weiyue greeted him softly, then left the door open and went to boil water.
Du Haibin said it was his first time visiting her studio and he felt the environment was quite nice. "You've worked hard. I raised so many questions to help make this drama better. I hope you won't blame me."
She didn't have the right to blame her, but she had already blamed herself in her heart many times over.
Rong Weiyue went to get the tea leaves, her voice gentle and calm: "I understand. I'm sure Director Du is doing this for the good of the TV series. When I see the director in the future, I will definitely praise your dedication and responsibility to him."
Du Haibin's expression stiffened slightly, then he chuckled, "Miss Rong, I'll put in a good word for you if you're serious and responsible. Give me the design draft."
Rong Weiyue handed it to him and sat down on the side of the sofa. Du Haibin raised an eyebrow: "How are we supposed to talk if you're sitting so far away?"
She had no choice but to sit on the sofa on the same side as him, but kept a certain distance. She presented the design draft, and Du Haibin couldn't help but turn his gaze towards her when he smelled the sweet aroma of white tea in the air.
The woman wore a classic ink-blue cheongsam under her coat, her long hair was held up with a hairpin and hung down, her skin was as white as spring snow under the light, her figure was exquisite and shapely, and her cherry red lips moved slightly.
It subtly draws in the air, captivating the soul.
As Rong Weiyue was explaining, she felt Du Haibin slowly approaching. She immediately moved to the side, her expression turning somewhat cold: "Director Du, are there any more questions? I've made all the changes as you suggested."
Du Haibin flipped through the documents a few times and casually remarked, "I think there's something wrong with the headdresses worn by the male and female leads. They're not grand enough, but they can't be too exaggerated either. They just lack a certain something."
...It still lacks a certain feel.
Rong Weiyue really wanted to slam the document over his head and see if he still needed it.
She was no longer going to pretend: "All the details were changed according to your ideas, and it's been revised at least five times. Do you have a problem with my design, or with me?"
Du Haibin smiled and said, "Miss Rong, we don't need to go to such lengths. These problems can be solved in another way."
Du Haibin grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "How about Miss Rong accompanies me to sing some songs and have some drinks tonight? We can have a good talk over drinks, and maybe we can resolve the issue. What do you say?"
"Sorry, I'm busy."
“Miss Rong,” Du Haibin leaned closer, a smile spreading across his face, “I also want to finalize the manuscript as soon as possible. Don’t you want it?”
Sensing him getting too close, Rong Weiyue immediately stood up and glared at him coldly: "Get out. If you do this again, I'll call the police."
"What are you reporting? Why are you making such a fuss? If you're going to be so awkward, how are you going to survive in this industry?"
He stepped forward and grabbed her hand. Rong Weiyue struggled disgustedly, "Let go of me..."
Suddenly, the door wasn't closed properly, and Peng Qing rushed in. He yanked Du Haibin aside, and Yin Lu also ran in, grabbing her bag and slapping it at Du Haibin's head.
"You disgusting, lewd man, who gave you the right to lay your hands on me!"
They had just heard the commotion at the door when they came looking for Rong Weiyue. Du Haibin, wincing in pain, straightened his glasses, which had been knocked askew, and cursed. He tried to hit Yin Lu, but Peng Qingshi stood in front of the two women, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What do you think you're doing?! We've filmed everything you just did to Wei Yue, Yin Lu, call the police!"
Yin Lu picked up her phone. Du Haibin saw that there were men present, his face turned ugly, and he sneered at the three of them: "You dare to call the police and see what happens. I will make sure Rong Weiyue can't stay in this film crew. Let's see who can beat whom!"
He picked up his bag and walked out, and Yin Lu chased after him, cursing: "You think we're afraid of you! Look who's ruined! You sleazy man, you hypocrite! You fat, greasy, water-injected pork!"
After Du Haibin left, Peng Qingshi asked worriedly, "Weiyue, are you alright?"
"I'm fine..."
Yinlu locked the door. "Baby, who is that man?!"
"It's the one on set who blocked my script."
A surge of intense anger and nausea welled up inside her, and Rong Weiyue coughed violently. "Get me a bottle of ice water."
Knowing her habit, Yin Lu hurriedly ran to the freezer to get ice water, which Rong Weiyue tilted her head back and gulped down. Peng Qingshi said that they actually didn't have time to take pictures. "Weiyue, do you have surveillance cameras here?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head, her face pale. "Without evidence, calling the police will just lead to nothing."
Moreover, Du Haibin grabbed her hand, and there was nothing she could do about it. Yin Lu said angrily, "Isn't anyone going to do anything about this kind of beast?! It's disgusting!"
"I'll contact the director in a bit."
Regardless of whether the higher-ups are protecting Du Haibin or believing her, it's impossible for her to contact Du Haibin again.
Rong Weiyue coughed, the image of Du Haibin's foul-smelling laughter echoing in her mind, a wave of nausea rising up and stinging her eyes until they were wet and red.
She felt terrible; the pain from her cold and the pressure of work weighed heavily on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
She just wanted to design jewelry well to earn some money to support her studio, so why are there so many disgusting people...?
She took a deep breath, suppressing the stinging sensation in her nose, and threw the teacup Du Haibin had drunk from directly into the trash can. "I'm going to wash my hands."
She went to the restroom, and Peng Qingshi noticed that she wasn't in a good mood. Worried, he picked up Rong Weiyue's coat and said, "I'll go check on her."
"good."
Yin Lu sat down at the coffee table and helped tidy up the table when she suddenly noticed that her phone was ringing.
The top of the screen displays "Fu Linzheng".
The phone rang for a long time. When Yin Lu saw that Rong Weiyue had not returned, she answered, "Hello, Fu Linzheng, this is Yin Lu."
Meanwhile, Fu Linzheng flew back to Beijing after the competition. As soon as he got off the plane, wearing sunglasses, a black sweater, and cargo pants that accentuated his incredibly long legs, with his sweater tucked into his waistband to highlight his toned abs, and a windbreaker over his coat, he walked through a private passage to avoid the fans who were waiting for him.
Once inside the van, Fu Linzheng heard Yin Lu's voice and responded indifferently, "Where is Rong Weiyue?"
She's in the restroom. Do you need to see her?
Fu Linzheng lounged lazily, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water. "I'll have my assistant go home to get a document, and have Weiyue look for it in the bedroom. Are you home?"
“We’re at Wei Yue’s studio, she’s still working overtime,” Yin Lu sighed. “Fu Linzheng, something happened to Wei Yue… she’s in a very bad state right now.”
The man's previously languid expression froze instantly, and his brow furrowed: "What's wrong with her?"
Yin Lu recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, her tone urgent and angry: "This guy surnamed Du is probably retaliating against Wei Yue because of what happened at the proposal meeting. He made her revise the draft like crazy for several days in a row. Wei Yue has been working overtime until the early hours of the morning every day, and she has lost a lot of weight. She also caught a bad cold these past two days."
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng felt a heavy weight in his heart, and a coldness quickly spread through his eyes.
The assistant and team members, who had been chatting and laughing in the car, felt the sudden drop in air pressure and slowly stopped talking.
Yin Lu was heartbroken: "We just came to find Wei Yue and caught that director harassing her. He was touching her inappropriately, grabbing her hand and trying to hug her. He even tried to sexually harass her! Luckily, Peng Qingshi and I arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
The deep green words fell into Fu Linzheng's ears like heavy stones hitting the surface of a lake, stirring up a storm in his eyes.
The next moment, with a "bang," the mineral water bottle shattered in his hand, splashing water droplets everywhere.
After she finished speaking, Fu Linzheng's face was as cold as the deep sea under the night sky, his brows were tense, and his voice was deep and hoarse: "I understand. You take care of her first, I will handle this matter."
After hanging up the phone, he tossed the broken water bottle into the trash can. The car fell into a deathly silence. The people around him exchanged glances. Huaiyu asked softly, "Brother, what happened?"
A powerful sense of rage filled the aura surrounding him.
His face was icy, he twirled the tidal ring on his pinky finger, and opened his cold, deep eyes to speak:
"Go and find out where Du Haibin is now."
"Go directly to him."
...
Half an hour later, at GTM nightclub.
After leaving his studio, Du Haibin was called here by a friend.
The private room was filled with loud music and dazzling lights. Du Haibin, with beautiful women on his left and right, was being plied with drinks. He smiled with his eyes narrowed and said, "You know, it would have been so much better if I had come here to drink. Why did I have to go see that woman? What a damn bad luck."
Someone nearby asked, "Brother Du, who are you talking about?"
The man took a drag of his cigarette: "Nobody. There's this prop guy in our crew. He's so arrogant, he won't even let you touch him."
"Haha, women are beautiful because they're aloof. If they were so easy to find, would they still be able to seduce you?"
Du Haibin spat, "I think that bitch is just pretending to be high and mighty. I wonder how many times she's been slept with by men in private..."
Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was kicked open.
Several men in black rushed in, exuding an imposing aura. Then Huai Yu entered and looked around: "Where is Du Haibin?"
The once lively drinking party suddenly fell silent. The singing stopped, and everyone was stunned. Du Haibin looked bewildered: "I...who am I?"
Huaiyu said that everyone else should leave quickly if they didn't want to cause trouble. No one had ever seen such a scene before, and they scattered in panic like birds and beasts.
Du Haibin turned pale and tried to slip away in the chaos, but was stopped by a bodyguard.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"
Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.
Du Haibin looked up and saw a man enter the private room. He was dressed in a cold, stern black outfit, with a straight posture. Even under the colorful lights, his face still looked roguish and arrogant, with dark eyebrows, cold eyes, and an extremely cold expression.
Du Haibin's eyes lit up when he saw that face:
"President Fu? What brings you here?!"
He bowed and scraped as he stepped forward, but Fu Linzheng's eyes flashed with malice. He raised his foot and kicked him hard, sending the fat man sprawling backward, crashing into the coffee table and falling under the sofa, spilling drinks all over the floor.
Du Haibin clutched his stomach, wincing in pain. He tried to stand up, but the person next to him pressed him back down.
Du Haibin, his face bruised and swollen, looked up at Fu Linzheng, his mind blank, his voice trembling: "President Fu, President Fu, I was wrong..."
Fu Linzheng walked over, pulled Du Haibin up from his lying position, stared at him, and his voice was like a storm of fury:
"Du Haibin, are you looking for death?"
Du Haibin screamed repeatedly, and Fu Linzheng asked in a cold voice, "Which hand touched her just now?"
Du Haibin realized what was happening, his eyes widened, and he shook his head, begging for mercy. The man picked up a shard of broken glass from a nearby wine bottle and plunged it into Du Haibin's right palm, which he had just used to hold Rong Weiyue.
Drop by drop.
The agate bracelet was instantly dyed even more vibrant red.
Du Haibin cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face. Fu Linzheng looked down at him, his broken eyebrows furrowed, a dark sea of anger raging in his eyes, his voice hoarse:
"Who the hell gave you the guts to touch her?"
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