Chapter 23 She fell onto his lap
Chapter 23
She blinked, bewildered, unsure how to reply. Thinking he probably didn't want her to dirty his room, she said softly, "I'll be careful..."
Fu Linzheng looked down at her and smiled helplessly.
She's so soft and cuddly; she agrees with everything he says. She's so cute that I just want to bully her.
He pressed down on his lips, afraid she was hungry, and stopped teasing her. He turned and walked inside, saying, "Come and eat quickly."
Rong Weiyue went in and sat on the carpet in front of the coffee table. Fu Linzheng untied the takeout bag, and Rong Weiyue wanted to help carry out a large portion of fish, but he stopped her: "The oil is leaking out, don't touch it, go find a movie first."
"Okay, what do you want to see?"
"Whatever, pick whichever you like. If you don't like it, I'll change it."
Rong Weiyue responded and went to get the remote control. After flipping through the screens, she finally chose a classic comedy movie. Fu Linzheng placed the food on the table, went out to wash his hands, and returned with a blanket and some green orange sparkling water.
He tossed her the blanket, saying, "Put it on your legs so you don't catch a cold."
"Thanks……"
Seeing that he had his long legs slightly apart, she sat down on the sofa to the side and behind him, and remembered something: "By the way, didn't you say there was a celebration party tonight?"
He used to be interested, but he lost interest in participating later.
Fu Linzheng: "I didn't go."
"Why?"
His tone lacked any humility. "Don't you understand the importance of avoiding arrogance and impatience? The main problem is that every time you get a ranking, you have to hold a celebration party. How many parties do I have to hold throughout the year?"
"..."
This person really needs to quit.
Rong Weiyue picked up a slice of fish, and Fu Linzheng opened a bottle of green orange sparkling water, placed it next to her, and said casually, "Just eat this. The place near my old high school doesn't do delivery anymore, so I just picked one with a high rating."
“It’s okay…” She was taken aback, not expecting him to remember.
After he introduced her to spicy food, she developed a particular fondness for the super spicy boiled fish restaurant near the school gate. Sometimes when she was in a bad mood, Fu Linzheng would take her there to eat, and she would sweat profusely, releasing all her stress.
Most of the boiled fish in Hangzhou is light and sweet-and-sour, and she never ate boiled fish that suited her taste again.
Rong Weiyue took a bite, and the salty, savory, and spicy flavor instantly stimulated her taste buds, making her very hungry. She nodded and said, "It tastes better than what I make, but it's not as spicy as the one near the school gate."
Fu Linzheng teased, "You should be grateful that I gave you some. If it gets any spicier, you'll catch a cold and won't want to get better."
Well, it's good to have something to eat, and she didn't dare to be picky.
She ate heartily, enjoying the fish slices. The lights in the theater were dim. While watching the movie, she absentmindedly picked up a piece of fish and took a bite. To her surprise, it wasn't fish, but a large piece of ginger.
In an instant, the spicy taste that she hated most exploded on her tongue like a bomb, spreading throughout her mouth, and a feeling of nausea rose up.
Her brain sent a warning signal, jolting her back to reality. Her face scrunched up, she let out a sob, and hurriedly went to find a tissue.
Fu Linzheng noticed, "What's wrong?"
She frowned, unable to speak, and the man immediately reached out, "Spit it out here."
She felt embarrassed, so he coaxed her in a low voice, "Hurry up."
Her mouth was really sore, and despite her embarrassment, she spat the ginger into his palm. The spiciness made her cough and feel nauseous. "I mistook the ginger for fish..."
He smiled helplessly: "Rong Weiyue, how can you be so stupid?"
"Hmm..."
The man threw the piece of ginger into the trash can and handed her a glass of green orange sparkling water: "Drink some to mask the taste."
She took deep breaths, finally suppressing the pungent ginger smell, and coughed lightly. Fu Linzheng handed her a tissue: "Feeling better?"
"Um……"
The man then used serving chopsticks to pick out the ginger from the boiled fish, saying, "That's enough, there's no more ginger, eat without worry."
Rong Weiyue responded softly, then realized that he had just made her spit it out in his hand, just like when they were together before, and he didn't seem to mind at all. Her face then became hot.
She continued eating. In addition, Fu Linzheng ordered her favorite black pepper beef cubes and other dishes. She hadn't eaten such a sumptuous meal in several days. Also, because she was finally free from the pressure of revising the manuscript, her appetite, which had been lost for several days, was finally found again.
After finishing their meal, Rong Weiyue wanted to tidy up the table, but Fu Linzheng disagreed: "Don't get in the way, sit on the sofa, I'll tidy up."
She mumbled blankly, watching Fu Linzheng, a pampered young master, carefully tidy up. After he finished, he went out and came back with cold medicine and warm water, saying, "Take your medicine."
She took the food and finished eating. Fu Linzheng then poured a large glass of water and placed it on the table. "Drink this later, or you'll get a sore throat."
She pouted; this person was so strict with her...
But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
After a while, he heard a scratching sound at the door. Fu Linzheng went to open the door and saw a small white ball of fur squatting at the door, wagging its tail at him, its black grape-like eyes blinking.
He glanced down at it: "Watch your step, don't do things you shouldn't."
Huhu: ...
Once allowed to enter, the little guy ran inside and, upon seeing Rong Weiyue on the sofa, jumped up and immediately snuggled into her arms, nuzzling her with his fluffy white head, looking like he was longing to be petted.
Fu Linzheng: "..."
All those instructions were for nothing, weren't they?
He sat down beside him with a dark expression and scoffed, "Six years of painstaking cultivation, and all you've produced is a sycophant."
Huhu: ...
Rong Weiyue: ?
Hu Hu ignored him and nestled obediently in her mother's arms. Rong Weiyue smiled slightly and said, "Hu Hu is not a simp. She is the cutest."
Huhu nudged Rong Weiyue's hand in agreement, and Rong Weiyue rubbed its head. "Never mind him, let's continue watching the movie."
Fu Linzheng: "..."
After a while, the dog in Rong Weiyue's arms was taken away. Fu Linzheng sneered, "That's enough. I haven't even held it yet."
Knowing he likes to sniffle, she couldn't keep competing with him for it.
Fu Linzheng successfully retaliated by ruffling Hu Hu's head and letting it play with a small ball on the side.
The two continued watching the movie.
In the dim light, the two sat side by side. Fu Linzheng, with his long arms and legs, took up most of the sofa. Rong Weiyue could feel the cool minty scent emanating from him, carrying a subtle sense of aggression. The cramped space stirred up her thoughts slightly.
They had watched movies together before. After the college entrance exam, they watched a movie at his house that was quite explicit. At that time, she was pulled into Fu Linzheng's arms while watching it. How could a boy resist? He had already raised his head high.
The dim, cramped space was too stimulating. Their breaths mingled together, and on the sofa, she could only cling to him like a vine, her eyes brimming with tears, letting him thrust into her.
The sofa thumped and thumped, as if afraid it would fall apart at any moment, at an almost terrifying speed, accompanied by his muffled groans falling into her ears as he coaxed her to call her name.
Finally, Fu Linzheng bent her legs into butterfly wings, then bowed down and kissed her.
His muscular back was covered in cat scratches, and the leather sofa was soaked with water. The girl tried to push his head away, trembling like a sieve, and the feeling of crying was etched into her very bones.
Finally, he held her in his arms, licked the water droplets from his lips, and sighed in her ear in a hoarse voice, "Little seashell is so sweet."
Not long after, he bent down again.
That afternoon, she was as happy as a splashing little fish several times.
Memories surfaced in her mind, Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed crimson, her heart pounded like a drum, she suppressed her thoughts and dared not think about it anymore, focusing her attention on the big screen.
After a long pause, Fu Linzheng said calmly, "The light is too bright, and the reflection makes it hard to see."
The ambient light above him fell on him, making it seem impossible to see clearly. Rong Weiyue understood and said, "I'll go turn off the light."
Rong Wei stood up and walked to the door, turning off the last light. As she walked back and passed by him, she suddenly stepped on Hu Hu's toy and slipped—
She lost her balance and her body suddenly lurched forward.
The next moment, a familiar embrace assaulted my senses.
Fu Linzheng's strong arms bulged with veins as he held her firmly in his arms. The little girl was soft like a ball of glutinous rice, and he instinctively tightened his arms to protect her in his embrace.
Rong Weiyue's breath hitched, and she almost buried her face in his neck. Her nose brushed against his neck, and a faint scent of bamboo and mint wafted over, making her heart pound like fireworks.
Fu Linzheng seemed even more robust than he remembered, with clearly defined pectoral muscles and taut arm lines, exuding a strong sense of hormonal tension.
She was nestled in his arms like a kitten, her cheeks suddenly flushing crimson, and her ears burning slightly.
Looking at her so close to him, Fu Linzheng felt a surge of irritation. His low, husky voice reached her ear: "Rong Weiyue, are you now taking advantage of me so blatantly?"
"..."
Her cheeks were burning hot, like freshly steamed longevity buns. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to."
He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: "Yeah, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"..."
This person is so annoying...
She immediately stood up, bracing herself on his shoulders, and quickly sat down on the sofa, shrinking to the innermost spot to keep her distance from him.
Fu Linzheng's dark eyes, fixed on the screen, grew increasingly intense. He had no idea what the movie was about; the sweet aroma of white tea lingered in the air, and the feeling of sitting in his lap made his throat burn.
His whole body felt like it had been burned, and the darkness concealed something strange.
She was watching the movie when she saw Fu Linzheng stand up and walk out. She asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to watch it anymore?"
Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against his palate, his voice slightly hoarse: "Go take care of some work."
He walked out and closed the door to the movie theater.
She turned her attention back to the movie, and Fu Linzheng returned more than ten minutes later.
He sat down on the sofa, and Rong Weiyue glanced over and noticed that the gauze on his right hand seemed to be soaked through, and blood was seeping out again.
What did this person go do...?
After catching his breath, Fu Linzheng drank a bottle of water and casually asked her, "Where is the movie at?"
She snapped out of her reverie, "It's gotten to this point in the film..."
The two watched as Hu Hu burrowed into their arms, sometimes rolling around on the carpet, sometimes returning to their side.
Rong Weiyue was occasionally amused by the movie. Fu Linzheng silently turned his head and saw the little girl resting her chin on Hu Hu's head, with a slight smile on her lips. Looking at her, he felt much better.
He was relieved.
It was past nine o'clock when the movie ended, and Rong Weiyue still had a smile on her face. Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "In a good mood?"
"Hmm, this one's pretty good, don't you think?"
Fu Linzheng gave a lazy "hmm".
Actually, he didn't really watch it seriously. He was just trying to make her happy by cooking boiled fish and watching movies.
As they left the movie theater, he asked her, "Going to sleep?"
"I'm not that sleepy yet, I want to go and work on some drafts."
Looking at her serious attitude, Fu Linzheng said calmly, "I used to think you preferred the violin, and that you were only forced into filigree inlay by your family."
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then nodded gently: "At first, I really didn't like filigree inlay."
When they were young, her older sister preferred filigree inlay and was more skilled at it. Rong Weiyue was only forced to learn it by her father. Although her grandmother always praised her for her talent, she wanted to break free from Rong Chengye's control and never settled down to learn the craft of filigree inlay.
She decided to study this in college to fulfill her grandmother's wish. Later, she went to the China Academy of Art. In her first year, her grandmother fell seriously ill, and she rushed back to Beijing to be with her. On her deathbed, her grandmother gave her a filigree inlay piece that she had made and treasured for many years: "Yueyue, your father hopes that you will become your sister, but your grandmother hopes that you will become yourself. I am giving you my most beloved work of my life. You don't need anyone's approval. You just need to discover yourself and become yourself. Remember, Yueyue is not a substitute for anyone."
After her grandmother passed away, she began to ask herself whether what she was resisting was the skill itself or her father's control over her.
Later, when she returned to Hangzhou, she went to a museum art exhibition and saw a very beautiful intangible cultural heritage work that turned out to be made by her grandmother's student. At that moment, she understood the meaning of inheritance and perseverance.
She realized that she also loved filigree inlay, but she didn't like being forced or controlled. She wanted to master the craft in her own way, without relying on her father, and become her grandmother's pride.
After listening to her finish speaking, Fu Linzheng looked directly at her and said, "You are already your grandmother's pride. If she were still alive, she would be very proud of you."
Rong Weiyue paused, a tender feeling washing over her, and smiled, her dimples appearing: "Thank you, I hope so too."
He said casually, "You continue drawing, I'm going to take a shower."
She responded, and he went back to his room, while Rong Weiyue went to draw her sketches.
Meanwhile, some time later, after Fu Linzheng finished showering and came out of the bathroom, he received a message from Xia Sili.
Having somehow received news that Fu Linzheng had beaten someone up at GTM, the person on the other end curiously asked: "What's going on? What did that guy surnamed Du do to offend our young master Fu?"
Fu Linzheng's eyes turned cold as he said calmly, "[He wanted to sexually harass Rong Weiyue.]"
After hearing his explanation, Xia Sili said politely, "This beast must have a death wish, bullying a girl like this. Doesn't he know about your relationship with Wei?"
Fu Linzheng: [He'll know once I beat him up tonight.]
Xia Sili couldn't help but laugh. "I knew it could only be related to Wei Yue to make you so angry. So, have you told your master about your heroic rescue and how you really moved her?"
Fu Linzheng dried his hair, a soft snort escaping his throat: [I don't even want to mention such a disgusting person in front of her, so what's the point?]
He didn't want her to know in the first place.
Xia Sili joked: "Fu Linzheng, are you stupid? This is a great opportunity to get closer to you two, don't you know? If it were me, I'd make her so moved she'd cry her eyes out and throw herself into my arms, and then she'd give herself to me."
"..."
Fu Linzheng: [Get lost. Do you think I'm as vulgar as you?]
He locked his phone, a flicker of emotion crossing his dark eyes, before finally tossing it onto the bed and going to blow-dry his hair.
Meanwhile, Rong Weiyue finished drawing the manuscript and returned to her room.
After washing up, she lay down on the bed and took her medicine as usual, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time, perhaps because too many things had happened that night.
She tossed and turned for a while, not knowing how much time had passed, before picking up her phone and seeing that it was almost one in the morning.
She felt a bit thirsty after eating the boiled fish that night, so she grabbed a water glass and left the bedroom.
Outside, all was quiet, the night was as dark as ink. She wore only a thin white silk slip dress, which outlined her swan-like neck, which was as white as jade. The fabric flowed like clouds, and the hem of the dress swayed gently with her movements.
The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms. Her arms were slender and white as porcelain, her shoulders were as white as snow, and her seaweed-like black hair was loose and alluring, somewhere between innocence and charm.
She went to the restaurant to get water, gulped it down, and suddenly heard a door open behind her.
She turned her head abruptly and saw Fu Linzheng coming out of the bedroom.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a dark bathrobe with the collar slightly open, revealing his muscular chest and collarbone. He had black hair and eyebrows, and his eyes held a lazy and roguish air. It was unclear whether he had been woken up or had not been asleep at all.
He saw her and walked over. She froze for a moment, gripping her water glass tightly: "You're still awake?"
He responded lazily, his voice husky and magnetic. He stood beside her, filling a glass of water, the crisp scent of mint wafting through the night air, gradually filling the air around her.
She was surprised that he would come out. She felt that she was dressed too revealingly, and her ears turned slightly red. She was walking forward with her water glass in her hand when her slippers tripped. The next moment, her arm was firmly grabbed by a strong arm.
Fu Linzheng's strong hormonal aura swept over her. Her thin silk nightgown was wrinkled, and one of the shoulder straps slipped down, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders, as white as moonlight.
Her face flushed crimson, and a man's low, husky voice fell from above her head: "Rong Weiyue, how many times are you going to use the same trick? Why did you deliberately bump into me again?"
"..."
Blushing, she immediately took a step back and stammered, "I'm sorry..."
She didn't.
Fu Linzheng lowered his eyes, his deep gaze falling on her.
The lights were dim, the night was deep and quiet, and the atmosphere was too ambiguous. Rong Weiyue quickly said, "I'll go back to my room first."
She wanted to leave, but Fu Linzheng slowly blocked her way.
"Rong Weiyue—"
She froze, looking up at him. "Hmm?"
Fu Linzheng looked at her fair and jade-like face, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and said lazily, "I suddenly feel that there's something you'd better take responsibility for."
? ? ? ?
She froze, "What?"
"I have insomnia."
She froze, then saw the man lean towards the dining table, casually meeting her gaze, and sighing sadly.
"Tonight I got into a fight for someone and got bruises all over my body. My back and legs are sore and painful. No one kind enough to give me a massage. Now I can't sleep because my whole body aches. What should I do?"
Rong Weiyue: "...?"
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