Chapter 24 "How can I massage without taking my clothes off?"...
Chapter 24
Fu Linzheng, standing at 1.89 meters tall, was tall and imposing. He wore a loose-fitting bathrobe with the collar slightly open, revealing glimpses of his collarbone and chest muscles. A dark mole above his right eye drooped with his long eyelashes as he stood in front of her.
His dark eyes stared straight at her: "The main problem is that it's late at night, and I can't find anyone else. Tell me, out of humanitarian considerations, shouldn't you take some responsibility?"
"..."
Fu Linzheng's nonchalant tone was utterly unbelievable, but the fact that he had hit someone for her tonight was undeniable.
Rong Weiyue froze, clutching her water glass, her almond-shaped eyes wide as she looked at him, half-believing, half-doubting: "Were you beaten up all over by Du Haibin?"
"hold head high."
She blurted out the truth, "Then you're pretty useless too."
Fu Linzheng: "?"
He laughed angrily, "Rong Weiyue, can't you have any conscience at all?"
She quickly stopped herself in embarrassment and flattered him, "What I meant was, I thought he was too fat and weak to be a match for you. You're so strong, who could beat you?"
Fu Linzheng glanced sideways, suppressing the curve of his lips, "Is that so?"
"..."
Did she praise him again?
Fu Linzheng poured himself a glass of water: "I went there alone tonight. That bastard had a few friends with him. Although I was still unmatched in strength and took them all down, they still hit me quite a few times with sticks."
A stick?!
The man's explanation was quite convincing, but Rong Weiyue, looking at his roguish face, still couldn't quite believe it: "But when you look at him... he doesn't look like he's been beaten up; there are no wounds on his face."
"...Haven't you heard of not hitting someone in the face?" Fu Linzheng scoffed. "Besides, every blow landed on your body, causing internal injuries. Otherwise, I'll take off my bathrobe so you can check."
Seeing him fiddling with the belt of his bathrobe, Rong Weiyue blushed and immediately stopped him: "No need... I just feel that you are in pretty good shape today."
He smirked, "What, do you want me to limp up to you before you believe me? You thought I could hide it after I pretended to be strong all night?"
"..."
After finishing his water, Fu Linzheng straightened up and said, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't want to care. I've gotten used to the pain. I've endured it all by myself all these years. If I can't sleep, I just stay awake until dawn. I'll just lie in bed and take painkillers to get through the next few days. Anyway, when I went to beat someone up tonight, I never asked anyone for anything in return."
Rong Weiyue: "..."
Fu Linzheng turned to leave, but his sleeve was tugged the next second. The kitten blinked its clear eyes, unable to bear it any longer, and said, "Then... if you're in a lot of pain, shall I massage you?"
He had been seriously injured for her before, and he stood up for her again tonight; she couldn't possibly ignore it.
Fu Linzheng put one hand in his pocket, glanced sideways, and flattened the corner of his lips, his tone as calm as ever: "Alright, let's go then."
The two went to the living room, where they were fast asleep in the corner of the bread-shaped doghouse, with the faint neon lights of midnight quietly streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The man sat on the sofa, his long legs loosely spread apart, his tall figure disappearing into the dim light.
Rong Weiyue walked over, her heart pounding like a drum. She was too embarrassed to turn on the light and tried to keep everything hidden in the shadows.
She asked softly, "Where should I press first? Where does it hurt?"
"My whole body aches."
"..."
She asked him to give a more specific answer, and Fu Linzheng gestured to his shoulder. She went behind him and was about to reach out when Fu Linzheng casually pulled open the belt around her narrow waist with his long, slender hand.
His sharp shoulder blades were revealed, and his bathrobe slipped down, revealing his taut, undulating, and well-defined muscles, the result of long-term training.
On his back was a blood-pumping tidal wave tattoo, the ink lines deep and the edges sharp and clean, appearing like surging waves in the dim light, like a ferocious blood beast lurking within, deep and oppressive.
Her breath hitched, and her mind went blank. "Why...why did you take your clothes off..."
"How can I massage it if I don't take it off?"
Fu Linzheng turned his head and saw her wandering eyes, then chuckled and said, "Rong Weiyue, what are you so nervous about? Are you up to no good again?"
"I didn't even say I was being taken advantage of, and you're still too embarrassed to go for it."
Rong Weiyue: "..."
She had no choice but to look away, pressing her fingertips against his skin. His muscles felt hot and solid to the touch, and his shoulders were broad. She tried to look away, but couldn't help but look down and see the silver-black Cuban chain she had given him, gleaming with a cool light, and the prominent Adam's apple on it moving slightly.
Fu Linzheng's wild, hormonal aura surged forth, slowly igniting the air and thinning the oxygen.
Rong Weiyue thought back to the day they reunited. His handsome and rugged advertisement poster on the mall's external screen went viral online. Some people in the comments section said that it was hard to imagine how sexy Fu Linzheng would look with his back muscles tense and twitching.
She had left many scratches on it before, but when Fu Linzheng saw them, he chuckled hoarsely, "You're like a little kitten, baby."
Rong Weiyue banished the memories from her mind, trying hard not to think about anything. After a while, she asked in a lukewarm voice, "I'm a little weak, is this okay...?"
Her touch was indeed as light as a tickle to him, but his breath carried the sweet scent of green citrus from her body, and Fu Linzheng felt a surge of heat in his heart again, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Hmm, it'll do."
"How about I go get you a massage gun? I have one in my room, the electric one is much stronger than me."
“No need,” she tried to slack off, but he pulled her back. “The massage gun hurts too much. This is just right.”
She could only continue, massaging him for two minutes, then asked, "Is that enough?"
"That's it?"
"My hand is getting tired..."
Rong Weiyue's voice was soft and muffled, as if she were being coquettish. Just like before, she coaxed him to help her for a while before saying that her hands were sore. Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Okay, you can rest for a bit."
Rong Weiyue went to get him a piece of the swelling-reducing ointment she had used before, and suddenly realized: "Wait a minute, there don't seem to be any bruises on your back?"
He paused for a moment, then coughed twice. "There are many ahead, would you like to take a look?"
"……No."
The main problem was that the living room lights weren't on, so she couldn't see very clearly.
Fu Linzheng put on his bathrobe. Rong Weiyue was about to leave when he called out to her, "Where are you going?"
"Didn't you finish pressing it?"
"Are they going to ignore everything else?"
She endured the pain and asked him where else it hurt. He said his arm, so she sat down next to him and quickly said, "Don't take off your bathrobe, you can massage it like this."
Fu Linzheng smirked: "I already let you watch two minutes for free, now if you want to watch more, I'll have to pay you."
"..."
How can this person be so arrogant?
Rong Weiyue massaged him. The man's arm muscles bulged, and several blue veins spread across them. She couldn't even hold his arm in one palm. He was full of strength, and one hand was enough to lift her up.
The scents of green citrus and mint mingled in the air. She lowered her head, yet felt Fu Linzheng's gaze fall upon her, as if it could burn a hole in her face.
This was the first time they had such direct contact since they started living together.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere grew increasingly intense.
She finished the massage absentmindedly, then said, "All done..."
The next moment, Fu Linzheng suddenly leaned towards her, as if pulling her into his arms.
Rong Weiyue quickly leaned back, her back pressed against the sofa. Surrounded by Fu Linzheng's domineering aura, her heart skipped a beat, and even her breathing became erratic: "Fu Linzheng, what are you doing..."
The man didn't speak, but he took a step closer. His slightly open bathrobe inadvertently pressed against her gossamer-thin silk nightgown, their heat mingling and sparking a flame.
Her mind went blank. She saw Fu Linzheng take the phone from the sofa behind her, his dark eyes, so close to hers, reflecting her intently. His gaze, dark as ink, swirled as he stared at her red lips. After a few seconds, he raised an eyebrow and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Why are you blushing when I'm just taking out my phone?"
"..."
This person did it on purpose, didn't they?
She stood up, her face flushed. Fu Linzheng, lounging lazily on the sofa, said in a gruff voice, "My thigh still hurts, aren't you going to massage it?"
Press his head.
She threw the plaster at him, saying, "Never mind you, do it yourself."
Rong Weiyue returned to her bedroom, immediately closed the door, and her face looked like a small tomato that had been scalded with hot water.
Just now, she actually thought Fu Linzheng wanted to kiss her.
She rolled over and buried her face in the blanket.
No, it must be that her thoughts were all jumbled up late at night, and she was just imagining things.
She will never leave her bedroom this late again...
-
That night, around 2 a.m., Rong Weiyue finally managed to calm her chaotic thoughts and fall asleep.
Fortunately, the next day was the weekend, so she didn't have to go to the studio and slept until late morning.
After getting out of bed and washing up, she was fully awake. She went to the wardrobe and picked out a loose-fitting, light apricot-colored cotton dress in a Japanese style. The soft hem of the dress fell to her ankles. She tied her hair into a loose bun, looking gentle and clean.
She went outside, and Snowball, who was rolling around in the living room, ran over at the sound. She was wearing a cream-yellow dress and had a little yellow duck hair clip crookedly in her hair. Her short legs moved quickly, her tail swayed like a marshmallow, and she made a few soft little hums at her.
Has Fu Linzheng dressed her up again? So cute...
Rong Weiyue smiled, picked it up, and hummed a song as she walked forward. The sunlight shone brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the large apartment, making it clean and bright. She was originally thinking about what kind of big meal she would treat herself to for lunch today, but when she turned her gaze, she saw Fu Linzheng in the kitchen.
The man, dressed in a loose black T-shirt and trousers with his sleeves casually rolled up, was washing something in front of the sink on the island counter. The sunlight illuminated his somewhat lazy demeanor.
Her voice suddenly stopped.
Fu Linzheng was actually at home?
The sound of flowing water made Fu Linzheng lift his eyelids to look at her, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's rare to see you sleeping until the sun is high in the sky."
She looked slightly embarrassed: "I've been so tired these past few days, I need to catch up on some sleep."
Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I thought it was because I made you stay up late last night, and I was going to apologize to you."
"..."
Rong Weiyue didn't want to talk to him and went to make honey water.
She turned her head and saw him washing ribs, and casually asked, "Why didn't you go to training today?"
"Rong Weiyue, are you really hoping I won't be home? I just finished my competition yesterday and you're already making me go to training?"
"No……"
After washing the ribs, his lazy voice rang out again: "Is your cold any better? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"Much better, but my nose is still a little stuffy." Fortunately, the spicy boiled fish she ate yesterday didn't worsen her condition.
"Just have some porridge for lunch. I just bought extra pork ribs and yams to make a low-fat meal. I'll share some with you."
"Oh, thank you..."
She had originally planned to order takeout, but unexpectedly, he now cooks for her whenever he wants. She walked over and watched his movements, and then she thought of the dream where he was wearing a helmet and making fried rice: "You... can you cook this porridge?"
Fu Linzheng let out a sneer, "Is there anything I can't do?"
Rong Weiyue paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but remind her: "These ribs should be blanched before being put into the casserole, otherwise the porridge will be full of blood foam. You can't just add the whole scallion; you have to cut it into pieces. Also, what you bought is water bamboo, not yam."
"...?"
Fu Linzheng coughed: "Oh, that's right, I was spacing out while you were talking to me."
...So you're blaming her?
As a kitchen novice, she couldn't bear to watch him, a kindergarten student, and said, "How about I cook?"
"No need, I already bought the yams, I just grabbed the wrong ones," she said, still wanting to get wet despite having a cold. "Go stay in the living room, don't infect me here."
Rong Weiyue couldn't control it, so she left the kitchen and played with Hu Hu for a while. Fu Linzheng didn't know what kind of battle he had fought in the kitchen, but after a while he finally called her: "Come and eat."
She walked over and saw a pot of steaming porridge on the table, a plate of crookedly cut preserved egg and tofu, a slightly burnt egg pancake, and a plate of scallion oil bok choy that had been carefully arranged.
He bought all these vegetables early in the morning and spent a long time researching them in the kitchen. The little girl was sick, and he didn't know what to cook, but he didn't want her to eat unhealthy takeout.
She was taken aback. "You've done so much...?"
Fu Linzheng handed her chopsticks: "Make more when you have time, just make do with this."
"Thank you, this is a very generous meal."
She scooped up a bowl of porridge and tasted it, finding that it actually tasted pretty good, quite fresh.
She tried to eat more, and after the meal, Fu Linzheng made sure she took her cold medicine before going out to handle official business.
In the afternoon, Rong Weiyue was at home alone organizing her design drafts when she received a WeChat friend request. The person claimed to be a staff member from "Frost and Snow Chant".
She clicked "accept," and the other person introduced themselves as Lu Hui.
【Hello Ms. Rong, I am the new head of the props team for "Frost and Snow Ballad". I will be in charge of communicating with you from now on [rose emoji]. The former manager, Mr. Du, has been dismissed. Please send me the accessory designs again on Monday.】
Lu Hui sent me a screenshot of an announcement posted within the production crew ten minutes earlier:
To all members of the production crew:
Due to the serious violation of professional ethics and conduct by Du Haibin, the director in charge of managing accessories and props for this production team, the production company has decided to terminate all of his positions and permanently end all cooperation with Mingheng Group, effective immediately.
The production company has initiated an internal rectification process. We hope the entire team will take this as a warning. Any similar incidents will be dealt with seriously and without leniency once verified.
—Producer Fu Linzheng
This solemn statement, coming directly from the top, caused an uproar throughout the entire production team. Du Haibin was blacklisted by the entire industry overnight, and no one knew what he had done to offend the big boss.
She hadn't expected Fu Linzheng to handle things so decisively...
As Rong Weiyue watched, her heart felt as if a feather had brushed against the softest corner, causing it to warm slightly.
By the end of the weekend, her cold had almost completely healed, and her tenosynovitis, which was about to flare up, was relieved after Fu Linzheng took her to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor that evening and she applied heat.
On Monday morning, Rong Weiyue went to the studio. The employees were delighted to learn that Du Haibin had been fired and asked what had happened. Rong Weiyue was too embarrassed to say, and only said that his boss had found out what he had done.
She then sent the design draft to Lu Hui. Not long after, the director called her to apologize again on behalf of the production team and offered monetary compensation.
Rong Weiyue accepted the apology, as it was ultimately Du Haibin's problem, and she still wanted to continue the cooperation.
On Tuesday, Rong Weiyue received the revision suggestions from Lu Hui.
The other party said that the draft basically did not need any further changes, only minor modifications to the details. Du Haibin's suggestions were indeed correct, but most of her original designs were already very good.
So for the next few days, Rong Weiyue continued revising the manuscript.
After feeding Huhu when she got home in the evening, she poured herself a glass of water and went back to her bedroom to continue drawing. Around 10 p.m., she washed up and went to bed.
She left home very early in the morning and didn't eat breakfast at home.
As she was drawing in the evening, there was a knock on the door. She turned around and asked what was wrong. Fu Linzheng's lazy voice came from behind her: "Do you have time to take Huhu for a walk and fulfill your responsibilities as a mother?"
Rong Weiyue apologized to him, "I haven't finished my work yet, and I'm busy tonight. Could you please go?"
"Then come out and get some fruit. I just bought a little extra."
"I'm not hungry, you eat it yourself."
Fu Linzheng: "..."
Well, I finally managed to trick her into living under the same roof, and now I can't even see her for days.
Fu Linzheng said she had left it outside, went to the kitchen, washed the cherries and strawberries, put them in her fruit plate, and also put a bowl of hot white fungus and red date soup, covered it, and placed it all next to her water glass on the bar table.
As he walked out of the kitchen, he saw the little white ball of fur still squatting at the bedroom door, pawing at the door panel, its fluffy little paws patting and its little tail wagging like an electric motor, but the door just wouldn't open.
Fu Linzheng scoffed: "Even if you use all your charm, it's nothing special."
Huhu: ...
The little guy seemed to understand, turned his head and howled at him unhappily. Fu Linzheng walked over, grabbed the unruly son, and said, "Let's go, don't disturb your mother's work. A woman's career comes first, family second. Can't you be a little more sensible?"
He slumped down, feeling depressed.
Time flies.
A few days later, in the Qingyue Pavilion studio, Rong Weiyue was drawing a draft when her phone received a message from Fu Linzheng:
Your car is fixed.
Rong Weiyue was surprised: [Thank you so much! Where do I pick up my car?]
Fu Linzheng didn't answer: "What time do you get off work today?"
She glanced at the clock on the table: "It's about five o'clock."
Fu Linzheng: [Go ahead, I'll drive the car to you.]
She paused for a moment, then thanked him.
As evening fell, the setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, casting a golden-orange glow across the road.
Rong Weiyue was in her office when she suddenly heard a deep, tearing engine sound coming from outside. Looking over in confusion, she saw a burgundy supercar parked at the door, with the last four digits of its license plate being the all-too-familiar 0831.
She paused for a moment, then quickly grabbed her bag and went outside.
As she descended the steps, she saw Fu Linzheng get out of the car. He was tall and imposing, his dark trench coat billowing in the wind. His brows were arrogant and his expression was cold and aloof. His short, black hair was slightly disheveled, and the mole on his eyelid gleamed in the setting sun, making one's heart flutter.
He leaned against the car door, looking directly at her.
She walked up to him, puzzled. "Where's my car...?"
Fu Linzheng said lazily, "I had someone drive it back directly."
?
Her heart skipped a beat. "Then why did you come..."
Fu Linzheng leaned down to look at her, his low, seductive voice whispering in her ear: "Rong Weiyue, can't you have a conscience? I just helped you last week, and now you've disappeared. You're hiding from me, aren't you? You've forgotten the fish you caught."
He hadn't seen her for several days, so he had to move his car out.
"..."
It was rare for him to tease her with such a serious idiom, so she explained softly, "No, I've just been too busy these past few days, rushing to finish my manuscript."
Rong Weiyue was recently driving the Aston Martin he had given her, but Fu Linzheng took her car keys and said, "Get in my car, I'll come and drive it myself later."
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
Fu Linzheng: "We happened to have time to pick up Hu Hu together. She was taken to get a bath this afternoon, and we'll go to the supermarket to buy her some food."
Sure, she also wants to go to the supermarket to buy some things.
Soon, the four burgundy Lamborghinis swiftly drove out of the cultural and creative park gates, as the golden sunset shone down outside.
Rong Weiyue's phone beeped. She picked it up and her eyes immediately curved into crescent moons. Fu Linzheng, who was beside her, asked:
"What makes you so happy?"
Unexpectedly, he could even catch her subtle expressions. Rong Weiyue generously shared with him, "I just received the second payment from the production team. It was so fast."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "You're happy now?"
"Making money is certainly enjoyable, otherwise why work so hard?"
Thinking of what had happened before, she looked at him seriously: "Fu Linzheng, I heard that Du Haibin was fired. The director said that now all the reviews have to go through you, and they are very satisfied with our studio's design. I estimate that it will be finalized soon. Thank you."
Fu Linzheng smirked, "Thank me for what? It's because you drew it well."
"Then I must thank you for stepping in and resolving Du Haibin's problem."
Whether he exists or not will not affect your skill level.
Fu Linzheng chewed on a green tangerine candy, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips. "Of course, I know what you mean. It's hard for most people to resist admiring someone like me. You've been trying so hard to hold back, so feel free to praise me more."
"?"
Hearing his rapid-fire words, she was stunned. "Fu Linzheng, sometimes I'm quite envious of you."
He raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"If I had your strong sense of worthyness and unwavering shamelessness, I would definitely be happy every day. Could you teach me?"
"..."
Fu Linzheng chuckled, turned to look at her, and curled his lips into a carefree smile like that of a young man in the past: "Opening a class won't work, but you'll be influenced by your surroundings. Spending more time with me will definitely make you happier."
Rong Weiyue met his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat.
It seems that was really the case back then. All the classmates liked to play with Fu Linzheng. He had a cheerful and sunny personality. He was arrogant but not annoying because he would never belittle others, look down on ordinary classmates, or make dirty jokes about girls. He would shine wherever he went and attract people's attention.
For some reason, her mood and state of mind have been much better than before since she started living with him.
After a while, the Lamborghini pulled over to the side of the road. Fu Linzheng told her to wait in the car, got out, went into the pet store, and quickly brought Hu Hu out.
The man opened the back door, placed it in the back seat, and grumbled as if in dissatisfaction. He scoffed, "What are you yelling for? The passenger seat is your mother's seat, not yours. You'll be sitting here from now on."
Huhu: ...
Huhu lay listlessly on the seat, and Rong Weiyue felt a slight flush on her cheeks. Fu Linzheng got into the car, and Rong Weiyue asked, "Does it like to sit in the front?"
"Yes, it likes to sit in the passenger seat and enjoy the breeze, and there are snacks for it in the drawer."
"Then I'll carry it to the front."
Rong Weiyue turned her head and hugged the fluffy, snowball-like Huhu into her arms, smiling as she rubbed its head. Huhu cuddled cutely in her arms.
Fu Linzheng silently withdrew his gaze.
Besides ordering his father around and seducing his mother, what else can this thing do all day long?
Rong Weiyue took out a small piece of dried meat from the drawer and fed it to Hu Hu. Fu Linzheng turned his head and saw the brilliant golden light of the setting sun shining on her. Her dimples appeared, her eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and her smile was bright and radiant.
His heart softened and he silently smiled.
After a while, they arrived at the supermarket, parked the car, and got out.
As they walked towards the supermarket entrance, Fu Linzheng handed her the dog leash and a small trash bag: "I need to take a work call. You can hold it for now."
"good."
As night fell and people were leaving get off work, the shopping street in front of the supermarket was bustling with activity. The street was brightly lit, and shouts could be heard from all directions. Hu Hu looked around excitedly, looking particularly thrilled.
Suddenly, Rong Weiyue lost her grip and broke free, running forward.
"Whoosh..."
It hopped and skipped forward, its fluffy body like a snowball, until it reached a flowery area under a brand billboard. There were several balloons swaying back and forth, and it excitedly pounced on them.
Rong Weiyue jogged after her, quickly grabbed the leash, and smiled helplessly, "Hehe, you can't run around like that, you know..."
Huhu circled around Huahua. Just then, Fu Linzheng finished his phone call and walked over to her. "What's wrong?"
"I almost missed it."
"This guy started running around like crazy as soon as he came out, let me hold his hand."
Fu Linzheng took the rope, and the two were about to walk forward when the staff at the shop entrance saw Rong Weiyue and then Fu Linzheng beside her. The handsome man and beautiful woman looked like a perfect couple who had stepped out of a TV drama, and they immediately smiled and walked over.
"Excuse me, miss, we are 'Zhile', a brand dedicated to developing sexual pleasure. We have a promotion in store today, everything is on sale."
Rong Weiyue felt the name was familiar, and she looked up—
It turned out to be an offline store of a sex toy brand I had bought from before.
She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the salesperson had already started enthusiastically introducing the product: "Young man and young lady, you are welcome to come in and have a look. Our store specializes in exploring the intimate pleasures of the sexes, and we have many products suitable for couples to play together. We can satisfy any need you may have."
Rong Weiyue: "..."
Being mistaken for a couple made her ears burn. She waved her hand, wanting to explain, but then Fu Linzheng's calm voice fell: "Let's go."
Fu Linzheng pulled her forward, but unexpectedly, the salesperson caught up and enthusiastically handed them small gifts:
"It's okay, you don't have to come into the store. This is our popular 'Extreme Blaze' series of small umbrellas, and we're giving you a sample pack."
Rong Weiyue looked over and instantly blushed.
They used this before...
The salesperson followed up, relentlessly: "We've received great feedback on this product; you'll definitely love it."
She and Fu Linzheng used to try on several styles in one night.
Memories flooded her mind, leaving Rong Weiyue's head blank. She then saw Fu Linzheng glance at her, his lazy, nonchalant tone falling as before:
"No need, it's too thick, my girlfriend said the experience wasn't good."
"..."
Ugh... her face turned bright red.
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