Chapter 22 "As long as no trace is left..."
Chapter 22
Fu Linzheng's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, while Du Haibin's fat, wrinkled, oily face twisted and paled as he wailed in pain.
Fu Linzheng is known in the industry for his arrogance and ruthlessness; no one dares to mess with him.
From childhood to adulthood, he pushed everything to the limit. He drove the world's fastest race car and chose the most dangerous sports. He even fought in underground boxing for a year. When someone taunted him in the ring, Fu Linzheng punched him so hard that he had to be taken away by ambulance. After that, no one dared to say "I'm not convinced" in front of him.
Some people said that his world champion was nothing special after a drinking party. Fu Linzheng drove a sports car and raced him on a mountain road in a rainstorm. He stepped on the gas and drifted almost along the guardrail on the bend, playing with his life. Fu Linzheng was forced to lose his composure by Fu Linzheng's series of serpentine overtaking maneuvers and finally crashed into the mountain wall. After that, he never dared to touch the steering wheel again.
No one knows how crazy he is. As a top prince in Beijing's elite circle and the future heir to the Fu family's billion-dollar business empire, he seems to have no weaknesses to be exploited in the eyes of outsiders.
Only those close to him knew.
Rong Weiyue was the only exception.
At this moment, his anger was boiling like a sea of fire. When Du Haibin heard his words, he finally understood why he had been beaten.
He hadn't expected that the person behind Rong Weiyue was actually Fu Linzheng. His smug expression vanished completely, and tears welled up in his eyes as he trembled: "President Fu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have provoked Miss Rong..."
"You like writing drafts that require you to write them, right?"
Imagining the little girl's grievances and helplessness in being bullied, he wanted to kill him. Fu Linzheng's dark eyes were deep and red, and his thin lips exhaled hot breath: "You like to take advantage of people, right?"
Du Haibin, his lips trembling as he cried, begged for forgiveness: "President Fu, it was my fault, I was so blind, I didn't know Miss Rong was your person! I... I shouldn't have made things difficult for her..."
When he first asked Rong Weiyue to revise the manuscript, she remained silent, so he assumed she had no powerful backing. Little did he know he had really messed up.
He slapped himself frantically with his other hand, pleading, "President Fu, please forgive me! I'll never do it again, I'll never do it again..."
Do you think you'll have a future?
Du Haibin's eyes trembled. Fu Linzheng stood up, his cold voice uttering each word clearly:
"From now on, if your name is ever to appear in this circle again, I'm no longer surnamed Fu."
Du Haibin's face turned deathly pale, and his hands trembled as he tried to grab his trouser leg: "President Fu, I was really wrong, please give me a chance..."
Before he could even touch it, he was pinned down by the bodyguards in black. Fu Linzheng took out his cigarette case, fiddled with the lighter, lit a cigarette with a bluish-green flame, and looked coldly at the bodyguards: "Give him the medical expenses, and then dispose of this garbage."
This trash includes the messy private rooms.
And of course, there's Du Haibin on the ground.
"Yes, Mr. Fu."
Du Haibin's pleas remained unheard. Fu Linzheng didn't give him another glance, suppressing his anger as he stepped over the shards of glass and walked out of the private room.
Huaiyu quickly followed behind.
He had been by Fu Linzheng's side for more than two years, and this was the first time he had seen him lose his temper so badly, completely losing control of his emotions.
But it's not hard to understand; the one who's passive is the one he cherishes most.
The current situation is a result of Fu Linzheng's best efforts to control his anger; otherwise, Du Haibin would probably be carried out lying down.
Looking at the man's still angry face, Huaiyu said guiltily, "Brother Zheng, I'm sorry, this matter is also partly my fault. I should have assigned more people to keep an eye on Miss Rong's cooperation. I gave Du Haibin the opportunity to cause trouble. This situation will never happen again."
Fu Linzheng exhaled a puff of smoke, lowered his eyes to press the wound on his hand that was bleeding from the glass shards, and coldly uttered a few words:
"Get him out of here. Spread the word that any film or television company that dares to hire him in the future is going against me, Fu Linzheng."
During the previous proposal meeting, he took into account that Du Haibin was an old man who had been around for many years and left him some room for maneuver, but he did not expect that this man would take advantage of the situation.
"Investigate who else was involved in this. Also, tell the entire crew that if anyone does something disgusting like this again, they should ask Du Haibin what the consequences will be."
"Okay, Brother Zheng."
As Fu Linzheng stepped out of the nightclub, a sleek black Pagani was already waiting in a car driven by bodyguards. He took the car keys, got in, and took out his phone, where he saw more than a dozen missed calls.
They all come from Rong Weiyue.
Half an hour ago, in the Qingyue Pavilion studio, Rong Weiyue was in the restroom trying to calm her discomfort. Peng Qingshi accompanied her back from the restroom, and then Yin Lu told her about the phone call Fu Linzheng had just received.
Rong Weiyue asked in surprise, "You told him about Du Haibin?"
Yin Lu nodded: "Baby, you definitely have to tell him about this. He's the producer and your boss."
"So what did he say..."
Fu Linzheng was furious when he heard this, and told me to take good care of you, and that he would handle it.
Rong Weiyue was stunned upon hearing this, her heart pounding like a boiling tsunami.
She couldn't help but think back to the past.
After the amusement park incident during her high school years, she and Fu Linzheng had a cold war for half a month, and they had no contact after that. She also thought that he would no longer like her.
Later, she participated in a violin competition. During the school's selection process, one day she was carrying her violin to school when a thug from outside the school deliberately stole it. Helpless, Fu Linzheng appeared, driving his car towards her and stopping just a meter before they hit each other. The thug was so frightened he fell to the ground. The boy got out of the car, grabbed the thug by the collar, and punched him.
"With such a cowardly attitude, you dare to bully my men?"
There were three or four thugs who surrounded him with wooden sticks and beat him up, almost to the point of killing him.
Rong Weiyue couldn't stop him even if she tried, so she could only call security. Although no one was a match for Fu Linzheng, he was still fighting against many opponents, so how could he possibly emerge unscathed?
Finally, all the thugs were taken down. Security arrived, and Fu Linzheng, blood streaming down his forehead and staggering, returned to her with his violin. Rong Weiyue watched him, tears streaming down her face. The boy swallowed the blood in his throat, smiled, and gently wiped away her tears, tenderly comforting her:
"Don't cry, didn't we get your violin back?"
"I'm here, no one dares to bully you."
Fu Linzheng's wound required more than a dozen stitches, and he had to withdraw from an important competition due to the injury. It took him half a month to recover.
He didn't hate her because of what happened at the amusement park; he still protected her as before.
Rong Weiyue knew how explosive Fu Linzheng's temper was, and was afraid that something might happen to him because of her, so she called him, but he didn't answer.
Her eyes involuntarily reddened.
She hoped she was just imagining things. She didn't want him to do things that would harm him for her like he used to, because it wasn't worth it...
She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Peng Qingshi comforted her, "Fu Linzheng is that person's superior, he will definitely have a way to handle it. Don't worry, maybe he just went to investigate first?"
Yin Lu sighed, "Fu Linzheng must have gone to support Yueyue. He's always been like this since high school. No one cares about Yueyue more than him."
Peng Qingshi suddenly fell silent.
After a while, Rong Weiyue's phone lit up; it was a call from Fu Linzheng.
She answered immediately, "Fu Linzheng—"
A very low "hmm" came from the other end, as if the voice already knew all her anxiety and unease. The voice was hoarse from suppressing her anger, yet it was exceptionally low and gentle, as if it were comforting her.
"Don't be afraid, everything has been resolved."
Upon hearing the words "Don't be afraid," Rong Weiyue suddenly choked up, as if a key had unlocked a mechanism hidden deep within her chest.
It's hard to describe the feeling, but it's like a warm current washing over a long-frozen block of ice. All the grievances and anger that I had been holding in all night completely disappeared at that moment, leaving only the sense of security he had always given me.
A huge weight lifted from her heart, and her nose tingled slightly. Before she could speak, Fu Linzheng asked, "Where are you now?"
"I'm still in the studio..."
"I'm almost there, I'll come find you," he said.
Rong Weiyue was bewildered, but gently replied, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yin Lu asked, "How did it go? What did Fu Linzheng say? Is he alright?"
"I don't know... He said it's resolved and he's coming over now."
Yin Lu exclaimed excitedly, "As expected of Fu Linzheng, his efficiency is just too amazing!!"
Five minutes later, a deep, resonant engine roar came from outside the window, sweeping through the night like the howl of a wild beast.
Rong Weiyue quickly walked to the window and immediately saw a black supercar parked steadily in front of the studio.
The car door opened, and Fu Linzheng got out. His black windbreaker accentuated his tall and slender figure, broad shoulders, long legs, dark hair, and deep eyes. He walked towards the car against the headlights.
She told the other two people to go open the door and walked out.
Fu Linzheng climbed the steps and saw a familiar figure—
The little girl wore only a light velvet cloak, and her ink-blue cheongsam outlined her slender figure. In the wind, she was almost as thin as a camellia.
Upon reaching him, Fu Linzheng's face darkened, and he frowned, scolding, "Why did you come out dressed so scantily? Aren't you afraid of making your cold worse?"
"I……"
Before she could finish speaking, the man had already taken off his warm windbreaker and draped it forcefully over her, as if wrapping up a stray kitten in the dark. His voice was deep and husky: "Don't stand outside, come inside first."
He led her through the studio door, where the warmth of the heater immediately dispelled the chill.
The hall was dark, and Fu Linzheng only had a chance to really look at her by the light coming in from the streetlights outside.
The woman's face was pale, her eyes and brows showed signs of exhaustion, and she had obvious dark circles under her eyes and little color in her lips. Even though it had only been a few days, she looked like she had lost even more weight.
His throat tightened, and anger surged within him once more.
He regretted not having been lenient with Du Haibin earlier.
I wonder how much she has been bullied these past few days.
He clearly told her to tell him if anything happened before he left, but when something did happen, she remained silent, which infuriated him.
But at this moment, looking into her moist, soft almond-shaped eyes, Fu Linzheng thought of the state Yin Lu had just described her to him, and his heartache had overwhelmed his anger. How could he bear to be harsh with her?
He frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling any better now?"
She nodded slightly, her voice a little hoarse, "Much better..."
She couldn't help but look at him again, "Are you alright?"
Fu Linzheng's voice was low and arrogant as usual, "You still have time to worry about me? What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"Did you go to see Du Haibin? How did you handle it? Did you hit him?"
Fu Linzheng met her worried gaze, remained silent for a few seconds, hid his bloodied hand behind his back, and lazily curled his lips: "What do you think we could do? We went over and talked to him. He knew he was wrong and has already resigned."
Rong Weiyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Is that all..."
"Otherwise, do you think I'm the most civilized person you can be?"
"...?"
Rong Weiyue was half-believing and half-doubting, and then Yin Lu and Peng Qingshi also came over. Upon learning that Du Haibin had left the crew, Yin Lu exclaimed with delight and gave Fu Linzheng a thumbs up:
“Wei Yue won’t have to be bullied by him anymore. It’s good that you were here tonight, Fu Linzheng, to stand up for Wei Yue.”
Fu Linzheng turned his head, his gaze meeting Peng Qingshi's in mid-air, then stood next to Rong Weiyue and said lazily:
"Of course, we owe you all a lot tonight, especially Mr. Peng, thank you for your hard work."
Peng Qingshi: "..."
The tone carried an inexplicable sense of asserting sovereignty, and Peng Qingshi's expression darkened slightly. He raised the corners of his lips and said, "Weiyue is my friend, and I will definitely help her."
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but sneeze, and Fu Linzheng frowned: "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. Go home and rest."
Yin Lu nodded hurriedly: "That's right, Wei Yue, you and Fu Linzheng should go back first. You haven't eaten yet, so you two should go and eat quickly."
Peng Qingshi was about to speak when Yin Lu immediately grabbed his sleeve and shot him a glare, as if to say: You dare to be a third wheel again?
Peng Qingshi: "..."
Rong Weiyue felt a little flustered when she met Yin Lu's winking expression, but she really didn't have the energy to continue the gathering with them. She responded softly, and Fu Linzheng's gentle voice fell on her ear: "Go pack your things, I'll wait for you outside."
Rong Weiyue returned to her office and came out with her bag a while later. Peng Qingshi looked at her and said, "Weiyue, then you should rest well and take good care of yourself. Call me if you need anything, I'll always be here."
A soft scoff came from Fu Linzheng beside him.
Peng Qingshi looked over and saw the young master with his hands in his pockets, leaning leisurely against the wall: "Sorry, my throat is itchy. I might have caught it from Wei Yue."
Peng Qingshi: "..."
Rong Weiyue: "??"
Rong Weiyue thanked Peng Qingshi and responded. Yin Lu came over and pulled Peng Qingshi away, saying, "Let's go, let's go, you talked too much..."
Only the two of them remained. Rong Weiyue clutched her bag, her ears slightly burning, as Fu Linzheng's deep voice came from above: "Let's go, take my car back."
"I have a car..."
Fu Linzheng followed her gaze and saw the electric scooter parked nearby in the distance.
"..."
His face darkened like charcoal: "Rong Weiyue, did you just ignore everything I said? Did I leave you my car for nothing? You rode this to work in the dead of winter, and you want to ride it back? Aren't you afraid of freezing to death on the way?"
"Hmm..."
Feeling guilty, she was suddenly swept up in the man's arms with one hand and walked toward the Pagani with a stern face. Her mind raced: "Fu Linzheng..."
"I'll call you back and deal with you." His voice was low and hoarse.
Her cheeks flushed, and for some reason she couldn't push him away. When they got to the car, Fu Linzheng simply shoved her into the passenger seat.
Once in the car, he turned on the heater and handed me a blanket and some hot brown sugar water.
Soon, the car arrived at the residential area.
When they got home, Huhu saw its father return and excitedly ran up to him. Fu Linzheng patted its head and said, "At least it has a conscience."
He went to turn on the heater, and Rong Weiyue took off her windbreaker and handed it to Fu Linzheng. The man took it casually, but Rong Weiyue looked at it and suddenly froze:
What happened to your hand?
He had no time to hide it; his right palm, covered in blood, was exposed to her view, with a four-centimeter-long cut and dried bloodstains.
Du Haibin had resisted fiercely, and the glass had ricocheted and cut Fu Linzheng's hand. The man covered his hand with his other hand and walked inside, saying, "It's nothing."
Such a big wound and you say it's nothing?
"Let's deal with it, it wouldn't be good if Hu Hu licked it."
She went to get the first-aid kit and looked at him: "Fu Linzheng."
Meeting her calm gaze, he paused for a moment and walked over.
No one else would dare to speak to him like that, but she said so, and he could only listen obediently.
Sitting on the sofa, Rong Weiyue took out iodine and cotton swabs. "Can you do this yourself?"
Fu Linzheng leaned back on the sofa and sighed, "My other hand hurts too, I don't have the strength, I can't lift it up."
"..." Just a second ago you said you were fine.
She dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently held his right hand, feeling a tingling warmth in his palm.
As she applied the ointment, the man's fingertips twitched.
It tickled her palm lightly, one tickle after another, as if deliberately.
This person...
Her eyelashes fluttered, and when she looked up, she saw him casually glancing away, as if she had been overthinking things.
She lowered her head and focused on disinfecting his wound.
Fu Linzheng's hands were large, almost big enough to enclose her fist. His fingers were long and slender with well-defined bones. Calluses from holding the steering wheel for a long time had formed, and blue veins ran up the back of his hands, indicating his strength.
Huhu ran over and snuggled into Fu Linzheng's arms. He rubbed its head and Rong Weiyue gently tended to it. After a while, she softly called out, "Fu Linzheng."
"Um?"
"Did you just go and hit Du Haibin?"
Fu Linzheng's expression changed slightly, and he said nonchalantly, "What do you mean by hitting someone? I was injured during the competition during the day. This is a medal of honor for standing on the podium."
"Do you think I'm stupid? This wound is so fresh, and I've never seen you get a wound like this in a match before."
Fu Linzheng met her persistent gaze, swallowed hard, and after two seconds spoke lazily: "This beast should have been beaten up a long time ago. I disliked him at the proposal meeting. He bullied you like this under my command. Does he think I died on my trip abroad?"
His tone was light and casual, as if he were talking about what he had for breakfast that morning. Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue felt a surge of emotions welling up inside her, making her nose sting with tears.
Sure enough, what he just said about normal communication was all a lie, just to avoid scaring her. Just like when he fought for her and almost ended up in the hospital, he still smiled and wiped away her tears, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, only saying that he had helped her get the violin.
Previously, when she was deliberately cut off by another car, he crashed into it, throwing her luggage out. He even beat up the landlord for her sake. Rong Weiyue didn't dare to imagine that Fu Linzheng was simply being kind to her, but judging from the facts, he seemed to disregard his own safety and stand in front of her.
No one will ever protect her like this again.
They've broken up, so why is he still treating her so well? She dumped him so decisively back then; he should hate her...
As Fu Linzheng was speaking, he saw her eyes redden and frowned: "Why are you crying? Don't worry, I knew my limits, she's not dead."
She sniffed, "Who cares if he's dead or not..."
Fu Linzheng curled his lips into a smile: "Oh, so that means you care about me?"
She was speechless. Fu Linzheng said in a leisurely tone, "If you care, then you care. There's nothing to be ashamed of admitting. Anyway, your feelings for me are now crystal clear, and I'm used to it."
"..."
She was amused and held back her tears. She took out gauze and bandages and spoke softly and hoarsely:
"Fu Linzheng, thank you."
“Du Haibin has been holding back my manuscript for the past few days, making me revise it repeatedly. I really wanted to quit, but our studio needs to survive, and I need this collaboration. Thank you for standing up for me tonight.”
Fu Linzheng looked at your slightly moist eyes, his dark pupils swirling, and said in a deep, husky voice, "Don't worry, it won't happen again. He'll never have the chance to bully you again."
He will never let anyone hurt her again.
A ripple appeared in her eyes, and Fu Linzheng tossed a tissue into her arms: "Alright, wipe your tears. There's no need to be so moved. After all, we're roommates. It was just a small favor. I've always said I'm a kind-hearted person."
She grumbled, and he continued to berate her: "Try hiding this from me again next time? All this back and forth for days delays the start-up process, which is my money-making progress. If you do this again, I'll hold you accountable too, you hear me?"
Rong Weiyue responded softly, and after bandaging him up, Fu Linzheng put the first-aid kit back in the cabinet and asked her, "Haven't you had dinner yet?"
"not yet……"
"I'll go check the refrigerator."
She awkwardly called out to him, "I haven't been eating at home much lately, and there's only one cucumber left in the fridge..."
That's something else. She acts like this the moment he's not home.
Fu Linzheng, his face dark, didn't bother to talk to her and took out his phone: "I'll order takeout, I'll get you a bowl of porridge."
She'd gotten tired of drinking porridge these past few days, and said with a pitiful look, "Can I not drink porridge...?"
He scoffed, "What do you expect to eat, you're a patient?"
Rong Weiyue mumbled, "Could you order me a spicy boiled fish?"
?
Fu Linzheng laughed, "Why didn't you say you'd take it to the hospital after you finished eating?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue said that she had been eating only congee and side dishes for the past few days and was getting tired of it. She lowered her head and said, "Never mind, order whatever you like, I'm fine with anything."
She went back to her room to take a shower. After showering, she came out to hang the clothes to dry. She saw Fu Linzheng pick up takeout at the door and come in. Just as she was about to go back to her room, the man called out to her, "Aren't you hungry yet?"
She had no appetite at all. "It's okay, just put it on the table, I'll eat it later."
He lazily looked away. "Fine, then I'll eat the boiled fish by myself."
Her eyes lit up. "You bought it?"
She's threatening to go on a hunger strike if he doesn't buy it; what can he do?
Fu Linzheng walked forward and said, "Bring two sets of bowls and chopsticks."
She immediately grabbed the bowl and chopsticks and followed him. She noticed him push open the door to the home theater. Rong Weiyue, having memorized the room contract, felt that this wasn't a public area and hadn't dared to come in. "Shall we eat here?"
"I was just thinking of watching a movie."
She blinked at him, then asked again to confirm, "So, my coming into your place wasn't included in the rent, was it?"
Fu Linzheng curled his lips, pulled her in, closed the door behind her, his tall figure looming over her, his deep, magnetic voice falling on her ear:
"As long as I don't leave any trace of you, that's fine."
"Hmm..."
She blushed, bewildered. What did you mean by "her marks"...?
At this time, she had no idea that not long after, Fu Linzheng would frequently pester her to make love in this room, tossing and turning her over, making her both tender and tearful, and causing her to shed a lot of fluids...
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