Chapter 32 "Want a baby?"...
Chapter 32
"..." Fu Linzheng laughed in exasperation.
No, is it really that hard to believe he has a wife?
He scoffed and didn't bother sending them the photos.
Forget it, what do these unmarried guys know about the value of "having a wife"? Let them be envious and jealous.
The next day, the other three members of the group got up and created a small group chat privately. Hu'an was still confused: [What happened to A-Zheng last night? His mental state is worrying.]
Fu Zecheng: [Based on the analysis, his condition is likely a typical "hypomanic episode of emotional agitation," caused by long-term emotional repression, a surge in dopamine at night, insomnia, and vivid dreams. Symptoms include rapid speech, exaggerated behavior, a feeling of self-satisfaction, and a strong urge to express himself. Close observation for 48 hours is recommended, with hospitalization for observation if necessary.]
Hu'an: [...? ? ?]
Hu'an: [@Xia Sili, what's wrong with him lately? Did something happen between him and Wei Yue?]
Xia Sili: [Sigh, he's been suffering from a severe heartbreak lately. He's heartbroken and devastated; it's too painful to talk about.]
Finally, Xia Sili, acting as a representative, called Fu Linzheng with a heavy heart to offer his condolences: "Ah Zheng, I know you've been in a bad mood lately because of Wei Yue's blind date. It's normal for you to have delusions late at night when you're emotional. Let's forgive ourselves! Seeing you like this is like a knife to my heart!"
Fu Linzheng, who had just left for training, sneered:
"What the hell are you looking at? I'm really getting married."
"Yes, yes, are you going to say that you and Weiyue are married?"
Fu Linzheng suppressed the curve of his lips, "Oh, how did you know? And it was she who brought it up with me."
There was a three-second pause on the other end of the phone. Xia Sili sighed and said with heartache, "Azheng, if it really doesn't work, let's go to the doctor in time. I'll ask Fu Zecheng to find you a good psychologist. Be good, let's not delay any longer. You'll go crazy if this continues."
"..."
Fu Linzheng cursed and immediately blacklisted the person.
Haha, a bunch of people who say there are no grapes because they can't have them.
While he went to training, Rong Weiyue also held a morning meeting at her studio in Beijing.
In the past few days, she finalized the details of the collaboration with the Russian lacquer painting factory and plans to travel there next week for an on-site inspection.
After a long day, when she got home in the evening, something suddenly occurred to her—
They're both gone next week, what am I going to do?
Fu Linzheng mentioned training this morning, told her at lunch, and then texted her about his afternoon meeting and evening social engagement, almost like he was reporting to her. He also said, "There are no women at the dinner table. I'm going back to the hotel after dinner; I'm not going to karaoke with them."
...as if afraid she might overthink it.
He has always upheld traditional male virtues.
She blushed and responded, telling him to drink less.
She didn't sleep well last night either, tossing and turning, unable to suppress the joy in her heart, and also feeling somewhat unaccustomed to this sudden change in their relationship. She didn't know what to say to him today.
She didn't really know what Fu Linzheng was thinking. He seemed quite calm about marrying her. Could it be that he still had a grudge about what happened before? She had never mustered the courage to tell him the reason for their breakup.
He had always been the one who felt more insecure and anxious about losing her.
But now that they're married, she wants to take the initiative to get closer to him, instead of always him making the sacrifices.
Back in her bedroom, she texted Fu Linzheng: "Are you done with your work?"
There was no reply from the other end, so Rong Weiyue took a shower first. Huhu ran in after her, and just as she lay down on the bed with Huhu in her arms, her phone rang.
It was Fu Linzheng calling back.
Her heart pounded as she answered the phone, "Fu Linzheng..."
A deep male voice came through: "Yeah, I just finished eating. I went to the parking lot to get a document and didn't see your call, so I'm just getting back to the hotel now."
If he didn't answer the phone, he would always give her a thorough explanation so she wouldn't overthink it.
Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows and turned over, "It's alright..."
She was about to say something when she accidentally pressed the hang-up button. She immediately dialed back, but mistakenly selected a video call.
Just as I was about to hang up, the call was answered immediately.
In the shot, Fu Linzheng's sharp eyebrows and bright eyes appear, his features are cold and angular, he is wearing a windbreaker with a prominent Cuban chain at the collar, and he is sitting lazily on the sofa.
He smirked and said, "Rong Weiyue, you miss me that much? Hearing my voice isn't enough, you have to video call me?"
"..."
How could this person be so arrogant? "I didn't want to see you, I'm hanging up."
His deep voice immediately came through: "Don't hang up."
She blinked and looked at him quietly. Fu Linzheng looked at her lovely and gentle face in the camera and admitted in a low voice, "It's me who wanted to see you."
She pressed her lips down.
She can't control him now.
Rong Weiyue steered the conversation back to the main topic, mentioning the business trip next week, "What will happen to Huhu if we're not home?"
“It’s okay, I’ll contact a pet store to pick him up first, and he can stay at the store for now.”
Hu Hu, feeling dejected, rested his head on Rong Weiyue's hand.
Fu Linzheng asked her about her travel time, and she said she would leave on Monday and return on Thursday. He then made some adjustments and said, "I've booked a first-class ticket for you. When you land, someone will personally greet you. Don't worry about the hotel or anything else; I'll arrange everything for you."
Rong Weiyue was surprised by this person's efficiency: "It's okay, I can arrange it myself, you don't need to go to so much trouble..."
Fu Linzheng curled his lips and suddenly asked, "Do you still have the marriage certificate you got yesterday with you?"
"Oh? Yes, what's up..."
"Take it and open it up. Who's the woman listed on it?"
She blushed and obediently took the marriage certificate from the bedside table, whispering, "Rong Weiyue."
"And who is the man?"
Her face turned even redder: "...Fu Linzheng."
Fu Linzheng said lazily, "When you have nothing to do, just flip through our marriage certificate more often and remember our relationship—you're my wife, and anything I do for you is no trouble at all?"
Isn't that just a matter of course?
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue felt a tingling sensation in her ears and her heart flutter with joy, a slight smile curving her lips.
Okay, now they're married, he treats her well, and she doesn't seem to have any reason to refuse...
Over the next few days, Fu Linzheng made all the arrangements, and on the morning of the second Monday, Rong Weiyue led her team to Kazan, Russia.
Accompanying her this time were her assistant Shu Jin and the studio's most senior designer, Lü Dan.
It was already afternoon when they arrived at Kazan Airport. As soon as the plane landed, Rong Weiyue stepped off, wearing a navy blue wool coat, a plaid scarf, and warm boots. Her temperament was as gentle and quiet as snow.
Upon arriving at the arrivals gate, a young Asian man, from Mingheng's Russian branch, greeted her: "Ms. Rong, my surname is Zhang, just call me Xiao Zhang. President Fu has instructed me to accompany you throughout the next few days. Please feel free to ask if you need anything."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Xiao Zhang chuckled and took her luggage: "You're too kind. President Fu specifically told me that I must take good care of you. Let's get in the car first; it takes an hour to get to the lacquer painting factory from here."
As they walked out, Lü Dan and Shu Jin curiously approached Rong Weiyue on either side: "Weiyue, who is this President Fu? He's so considerate!"
Shu Jin's mind raced: "I remember now, isn't it that young CEO Fu from Mingheng Group?! He even stood up for you at the proposal meeting before, he was so incredibly cool! I even looked him up, he's a race car driver!"
Lu Dan immediately checked as well and was stunned when she saw Fu Linzheng's resume and achievements on Baidu Baike. "Top-tier rich second generation plus world champion, compared to the previous girls who were chasing after Sister Weiyue, they were all little Kalami. None of them can compare! Sister Weiyue, you are too modest!"
Rong Weiyue blushed but didn't deny it, "You two shouldn't tell anyone."
The two said they would keep quiet, and after leaving the airport, they put on their bags. There was also a Russian translator in the car who would accompany them for the next few days.
The car drove westward toward the town of Visyazhsk. In November, Russia was already deep into winter. The leaden sky covered the ground, and the birch trees on both sides of the road were bare and covered in snow. In the old town that the car passed through, there were many historical buildings that stood quietly in the winter.
The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thin, grayish-white veil.
They chatted and looked around as they drove, and Xiao Zhang introduced everything to them. An hour later, the car arrived at the old industrial area of the town, where the lacquer painting factory was located on the edge of a forest.
After getting off the car, Nadja, the owner of the lacquer painting factory, and several staff members were already waiting at the door to warmly welcome us.
As Rong Weiyue stepped out of the car, a gust of cold wind mixed with snow hit her face. It was colder than she had imagined. She pulled her coat tighter around herself. Nadya shook her hand and smiled, saying in Russian, "Long time no see. I'm so glad to finally see you all."
Rong Weiyue smiled and greeted them. Nadia invited them inside. Pushing open the iron bars of the factory gate, they found a large courtyard and two low buildings. The brick-red exterior walls of the factory buildings were cracked and mottled from the wind and snow. In the courtyard, there were discarded pieces of wood and rusty iron barrels. The once glorious old factory was now marked by its desolation and imminent collapse.
This is much worse than their working conditions.
Stepping into the indoor workshop, the air was filled with the smell of paint and cold iron. A dozen or so craftsmen sat at their tables painting. Some of them glanced up at Rong Weiyue and the others, but seemed to take it all for granted and had no hope. They then lowered their heads and focused on their work.
Nadya said that the factory only has about twenty permanent workers. People usually come to do odd jobs. Now the factory is not doing well, and many people have left. It is not easy for those who are left.
Now they mainly make lacquer jewelry boxes and ornaments, barely managing to stay afloat with government subsidies and orders for tourist souvenirs, and they have no idea what the future holds.
Rong Weiyue felt a pang of pity and walked further in, where she saw an elderly female painter, over seventy years old, painting.
She was hunched over and thin, covered with a tattered wool blanket, her hands were purple from the cold, yet she was still carefully sketching a jewelry box.
Looking down again, I realized the old lady only had one leg.
Nadja said, "She was recognized as a goldsmith when she was young. Later, an accident happened in her family. She lost her left leg, her husband and son died, and she was left with a three-year-old granddaughter. She worked in our factory for forty years."
The old lady looked up and smiled kindly at Rong Weiyue. Rong Weiyue stared blankly, instantly thinking of her grandmother, and her nose tingled with emotion.
Grandma used to work alone in the workshop, filigree. Little Yueyue would accompany her, and Grandma would always smile and pat her head, saying, "Yueyue, remember that whatever you do, you must be able to endure loneliness, use your skills to carry your art, and use your art to cultivate your character. You must always hold fast to the work in your hands."
She saw the perfect embodiment of this saying in this old lady.
After touring the factory, Shu Jin and Lü Dan felt both sad and moved. Their jewelry was very good, but there was no market for it.
The group went to the office to discuss the design. After a while, the door was pushed open, and a man in his early fifties walked in. He had a high nose, deep-set eyes, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had a cold and serious expression.
The man's name was Yevgeny, Nadya's uncle and the factory's chief designer. Looking at the preliminary design proposal submitted by Rong Weiyue, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice in Russian: "Your design is beautiful and fashionable, but we are a traditional craft. There is no market for it here, and we have no chance to make mistakes."
Yevgeny has never supported Nadya and filigree inlay in any collaborative design. They have never done this before. They would have to invest a lot of money to make new products. If this fails, the factory will go bankrupt. It would be better to survive and take on more orders from outside.
Nadja frowned: "Uncle, the orders we're getting now aren't enough to pay off our debts. Maintaining the status quo won't improve our situation. If we don't change things, the factory really will have no future."
“Have you considered the consequences of failure? We still owe the bank a large sum of money,” Yevgeny looked at Rong Weiyue, his voice trembling with emotion. “Can they take responsibility for us?”
Shu Jin was about to retort when Rong Weiyue grabbed her hand and said gently, "Mr. Yevgeny, I understand your concerns. This is an experiment for us. We need to find the right positioning so that consumers in both the Chinese and Russian markets can be attracted to our jewelry."
Rong Weiyue gestured to Shu Jin and took out a jewelry box. Inside was a set of jewelry they had designed last year in collaboration with a cultural and tourism department of a certain ethnic minority. It combined tradition and modernity. "Some people were not optimistic about this jewelry at the time, but it sold out twice in three months after it was launched. It became a hit on the internet and was even collected by a local museum."
Yevgeny took it and looked at it, captivated by the visible Chinese filigree inlay technique. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and Nadya also said that the design was simply too beautiful.
Rong Weiyue stated that this collaboration can be carried out in stages, expanding only when the market is good, in order to minimize risks: "The intensity of lacquer painting and the delicacy of filigree are not contradictory. A perfect combination will definitely bring new vitality. Rest assured, true art will not lose its beauty by becoming fashionable, and this will help traditional crafts to be better continued."
Lü Dan then explained her design concept. After listening, Yevgeny remained silent for a long time before asking Nadya if she really wanted to try it. Nadya nodded, and he finally relented: "Since you insist... then let's give it a try."
Now, they have no other way out.
Everyone was delighted, and Shu Jin smiled, saying, "If we cooperate sincerely, the result will definitely be good."
After discussing the general direction, Nadya treated them to dinner at a restaurant near the factory that evening. They talked about the craft, entrepreneurship, and life. During the conversation, Yevgeny's face gradually became more cheerful.
At first, Yevgeny did not believe Rong Weiyue and her team, but during their conversation, he was moved by Rong Weiyue's gentleness and sincerity: "Our factory has also cooperated with others, but most of the bosses are arrogant and stubborn and look down on our craftsmanship. Ms. Rong, I believe that the things you design will definitely warm people's hearts."
Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Thank you for your trust. Let's work together so that our factory can go further and be known by more people."
After the meal, Rong Weiyue and her group returned to the city.
Fu Linzheng arranged for them to stay in the best hotel in the area. For safety reasons, the three girls stayed in a large suite. At night, Rong Weiyue took a shower and went to organize her drawings. She accidentally stayed up until the early hours of the morning. In addition, she had caught a cold during the day. When she woke up the next day, she felt dizzy and had an itchy throat.
She immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly took some cold medicine. However, her body was too weak, and the next day, after a long journey, her symptoms became increasingly severe and irreversible.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, I've caught a cold QAQ...
That evening, Fu Linzheng called. Remembering his instructions before she left, she quickly hung up, feeling guilty. She sent a message saying that someone was with her, mainly because she didn't want him to hear her nasal voice.
Fu Linzheng didn't think much of it and asked her how her work was going and whether she had brought enough clothes. She guiltily said that there was no problem.
She changed the subject: "When are you going back to Beijing?"
Fu Linzheng: [Saturday afternoon, missing me?]
Rong Weiyue blushed, and a thousand threads of affection involuntarily stirred in her heart.
I haven't seen him for almost two weeks.
We'll have to wait two more days to meet after we get back to Beijing...
Before, when he was away on business trips, she never felt that the days dragged on so long. But now, after getting married, she feels like she misses him even more than before.
She recalled that when she was in high school, Fu Linzheng would often go abroad to compete. She wasn't good at saying sweet words, and the first time she would say she missed him was half a month after he went abroad to compete.
It was the eve of Chinese New Year during winter vacation. A group of students went out skiing and singing. Fu Linzheng returned and was immediately greeted with a warm welcome. Rong Weiyue saw that he was surrounded by classmates, so she didn't go over and just sat in the distance.
A while later, when everyone was going out for a late-night snack, she was going downstairs when Fu Linzheng grabbed her and took her to the rooftop.
The deserted rooftop was pitch black. Fu Linzheng didn't give her a chance to speak. He grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the railing, and kissed her.
His breath was hot and scalding, melting her like cream. His phone vibrated, and he hung up, pulling her waist back into his arms. He bit her red lips and teased her mischievously, "Did you miss me?"
Her friends had all gone downstairs, but every time they looked up, they could see Fu Linzheng pressing her down and kissing her. Rong Weiyue's ears burned with shame, and she shrank into his arms, murmuring, "Mmm...I want to..."
He smiled wickedly, "Can't hear me? Keep going until you explain clearly."
She bit his Adam's apple and said softly, in a coquettish tone, "I...I miss you."
Fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky above the rooftop.
Fireworks, vibrant and colorful, illuminated her vision. She froze, and Fu Linzheng kissed her earlobe, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he spoke in a low, soft voice:
Happy New Year, Yueyue, I miss you too.
At this moment, Rong Weiyue turned over, her heart still rippled as she thought of that memory, but she deliberately didn't reply to him.
As the night passed, her cold symptoms worsened on the third day, and she sadly prayed that her cold would be cured by Saturday.
During the day, they went to the lacquer painting factory and finalized all the cooperation plans and jewelry sketches. In the evening, Rong Weiyue and the others returned to the city center for dinner. Shu Jin and Lü Dan said they would be going back the next day and wanted to visit the Bauman pedestrian street. Rong Weiyue was tired but didn't want to spoil the fun, so she went with them.
The three of them strolled around for a while, but she felt cold, so she went to a corner cafe to sit and wait for them.
She ordered a cup of hot black tea, and as she drank it to ward off the chill, she leaned back on the sofa, feeling drowsy, when suddenly her phone on the table vibrated.
The three characters “Fu Linzheng” appeared on the screen.
Her voice was almost hoarse, and she dared not answer, so she pretended to be dead. However, the other end persisted in calling and sending messages:
What's going on? Why aren't you answering the phone?
He knew she had already finished work early that night.
It's all over...
Fearing he would become even more suspicious, Rong Weiyue cleared her throat and forced herself to answer the phone: "Hello..."
Fu Linzheng's voice came from the other end: "Why aren't you answering the phone?"
"I didn't see it just now..." She took a sip of hot tea. "What's wrong? Are you done with your work?"
"Um, where are you now?"
She held the phone away, covered her mouth and sneezed, then put it back to her ear and mumbled, "I'm sitting in a coffee shop. They said they'd come to stroll down the pedestrian street tonight."
The next moment, Fu Linzheng's deep voice came:
"You sound a little nasal, do you have a cold?"
"..."
What kind of ears does this person have?!
She was startled, rubbed her nose with a tissue, and smiled: "...No, maybe I'm just a little sleepy. I'm perfectly healthy. The coffee shop is very warm. I couldn't possibly catch a cold, it's impossible."
She nervously emphasized it several times, and a soft chuckle came from the other end:
"Is that so?"
Fu Linzheng's cold voice pierced through the electricity and reached her ears clearly: "Then why are your nose and eyes as red as a rabbit's? You came out to play wearing only a thin woolen coat? How can you withstand the cold like that?"
Rong Weiyue's hand, which was stirring the hot tea, suddenly stopped.
He can see her?!
She quickly scanned the coffee shop, saw no one, then turned and looked through the glass window across the street—
The man, dressed in a long, dark gray overcoat, stood across the street. He was tall and imposing, with black ankle boots casually treading the ground. A gray scarf was draped around his neck, and snowflakes dotted his shoulders.
The retro buildings on both sides of the pedestrian street were lit up by the warm yellow streetlights. Fu Linzheng had one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding his phone. He was looking in her direction, his eyebrows raised, as if he had caught her in her nonchalant laziness.
People came and went around her, but he was the only one who stayed in front of her.
? ?
Shouldn't this person still be in Japan?!
In her daze, fireworks exploded in Rong Weiyue's mind.
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, she saw Fu Linzheng walk towards her, then push open the coffee shop door. She stood up, looking at him blankly, "Fu Linzheng, what brings you here..."
The man approached, his tall figure looming over her. He looked at her and gently pinched her cheek.
"How will I know you'd dare to lie if I don't come and see for myself?"
"Rong Weiyue, you've gotten quite bold, pretending you're not sick and ignoring my calls?"
Hmm...
Rong Weiyue felt guilty and her face flushed. He looked at her pale face and red nose, frowned, touched her forehead, and whispered in her ear, "What did I say before I left? What would happen if I came back with a cold?"
Her face looked like it had been rubbed with a match, and she coughed weakly, trying to justify herself: "I didn't expect it to be so cold here. I was already wearing a lot of clothes..."
Have you seen a doctor?
"No, I think taking some medicine will be enough."
He scoffed, "When have you ever thought things through? You don't even realize you have a slight fever?"
She blinked blankly, no wonder her head was hurting. Fu Linzheng grabbed her hand, "Let's go see a doctor."
Stepping outside, the wind was biting cold. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck, asking, "Are you cold?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head, burying her fair cheeks in his scarf, her breath filled with the comforting scent of bamboo leaves and mint.
As the two walked forward, Rong Weiyue's gaze fell on his exposed hands. She moved her hands and secretly took them out of her coat as well.
We hadn't seen each other for several days, and we had developed a new relationship, which felt strangely familiar yet unfamiliar.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and her fingertips moved silently.
She hesitated and pulled back several times. On the third attempt, she mustered her courage and was about to touch him, but the next second, the man's hand firmly gripped hers.
His palm was large and warm, covering her hand completely, instantly warming her heart.
Her heart skipped a beat, and then Fu Linzheng's lazy voice came from above her head: "Rong Weiyue, what are you chickening out for? If you want to take advantage of me, just do it. There are laws protecting us now, what can I do but resist?"
Rong Weiyue blushed and muttered, "It was clearly you..."
"I've always been generous when it comes to taking advantage of others, when have I ever backed down?"
"..."
She murmured softly, "That's... shamelessness."
He scoffed and tickled her palm with his fingertips: "If I weren't shameless, would I have been able to win you over? You might already have someone else's child by now."
Rong Weiyue's dimples appeared: "Yes, maybe they're even pregnant with their second child."
Fu Linzheng pulled her over, his voice low and seductive:
"What, you really want a baby?"
Her cheeks flushed red; she couldn't bear to imagine what had happened. She pressed her lips to her lips and said, "I was just kidding..."
He chuckled softly, suppressing the fire in his eyes.
Fu Linzheng held her tighter as they walked on the sidewalk where the first snow had accumulated. Rong Weiyue exhaled white mist as she breathed. The orange lights on both sides of the pedestrian street were blurred by the wind. People were rushing around, but it seemed that only their footprints were left, stretching forward.
She couldn't help but look up at Fu Linzheng. In the howling wind, the man was covered in the coldest snow of the winter night, yet he became her only warmth, gently soothing her heart.
Who would have thought that six years after their breakup, Fu Linzheng would be her husband, leading her through a snowy night in a foreign land.
It seems that no matter what she encounters ahead, he can always shield her from the cold, and he is her unwavering safe haven.
As they walked to the roadside, a black supercar was parked there. Its boxy body was covered in snow, giving it a cool and aloof look. Fu Linzheng had an international driver's license and owned cars all over the world.
After getting in the car, Fu Linzheng started the engine, turned on the heater, covered her with a blanket, and drove to the nearest hospital.
Rong Weiyue called Shu Jin to say she was going to see a doctor and told them to wait and take Xiao Zhang's car back later. Shu Jin was worried: "Sister, why did you go to see a doctor alone without calling us? Where are you? We'll go with you."
"It's okay, I have someone with me."
"Huh? Who is it?"
Rong Weiyue glanced at Fu Linzheng, covered her mouth and whispered, "My boyfriend, he came to see me."
Shu Jin: !!!
Shu Jin understood and told her to focus on her medical treatment. After hanging up the phone, a slow, deliberate male voice came from beside her: "Boyfriend?"
"..."
How did this person hear that?
Fu Linzheng turned to look at her, his slender fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Rong Weiyue, please explain this to me. I finished my business early and flew seven hours from Japan to come here, and the first thing I did was take you to see a doctor. How come you took away my legally recognized identity?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue awkwardly rubbed her phone: "No, didn't we agree beforehand not to announce it to the public? I haven't told them I'm married yet, so... so I can only say it's my boyfriend for now..."
She sensed his displeasure and coaxed him softly, "I'll definitely tell them later."
The man rested one hand on the steering wheel and smirked, "Fine, at least you didn't say you were my roommate. You haven't completely lost your conscience."
"..."
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Fu Linzheng went to register her first. He leaned over the counter and spoke to the nurse through the window in fluent and standard Russian, his voice as magnetic as a cello.
Rong Weiyue asked in surprise, "You can speak Russian?"
He took the registration slip and led her inside, saying casually, "I've learned a little bit before."
Born and raised as Mingheng's heir, the effort he had to put in behind the scenes was unimaginable to outsiders. Learning multiple languages from a young age was a basic skill, and as a race car driver, he often had to travel all over the world.
Upon entering the consultation room, the doctor examined her and said that she had caught an upper respiratory tract infection due to a cold, and was also too tired from traveling these past few days. To prevent her condition from worsening, she needed an injection, which Fu Linzheng agreed to.
Rong Weiyue listened blankly to the two people's babbling conversation until she left the consultation room, only to learn that she had been given an injection:
"Huh? Can't I just take medicine? TvT..."
"How many days have you been sick? Do you want your low-grade fever to turn into a high fever?"
Seeing her pale face, looking utterly dejected, Fu Linzheng chuckled helplessly, "You're all grown up and still afraid of needles?"
She's been afraid since she was little. When she was in high school, she was sick and Fu Linzheng took her to get an injection. She was so scared that she almost cried.
She looked at him with pitiful eyes, begging him to soften his heart. Fu Linzheng was almost driven crazy by her cuteness. He glanced at her, lowered the corner of his lips, and pulled her forward by the back of her neck. "There's nothing I can do. Who told you to get sick? This is how I take care of you."
This person is so cold-blooded...
When she arrived at the infusion room, Rong Weiyue sat down and waited anxiously. When her name was called, she sat down at the table, her heart pounding wildly. She resignedly rolled up her sleeves.
Because the injection dose is small, it can be injected into the arm.
A cotton swab dipped in alcohol was circled around her skin, and the familiar cool touch immediately sent a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Fu Linzheng stood beside her, raised his hand to cover her eyes, blocking her vision, and his deep voice fell:
"Don't look, it'll be done in a few seconds."
She clutched his coat with her slender, white fingers. Fu Linzheng looked at her wet, red eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. He took a gummy candy from his pocket, tore it open, and fed it to her: "Try the grape flavor. I just bought it at the airport. Is it good?"
She bit into the candy, and soon a slight stinging sensation came from her arm. She frowned and said softly, "It's delicious, but it's orange flavored."
He smiled, tore off another piece of candy, and fed it to her lips: "Oh, I see. You took the wrong one. Is this the right one?"
"Hmm, it's quite delicious..."
Then the nurse said the injection was done, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She saw a little girl being held by her mother in the next seat, also getting an injection. The little girl was holding a rabbit doll, smiling, sticking her tongue out at Rong Weiyue, and saying something in Russian.
Rong Weiyue looked bewildered, while Fu Linzheng lazily curled his lips: "She was mocking you, but I didn't expect you to be even more timid than her, needing to eat candy even when getting a shot."
Rong Weiyue smiled shyly and praised the little girl for being much braver than her. After Fu Linzheng translated, the little girl smiled and said in Russian, "My mother said I am a little princess, and princesses are not afraid of pain."
After Fu Linzheng finished translating for Rong Weiyue, a smile played on his lips as he said to the little girl, "Мояпринцессасамаябрезгливая."
The little girl giggled after hearing this. Rong Weiyue didn't understand and asked curiously, "What did you just say to her?"
Fu Linzheng looked down at her, the mole on his eyelid lifting with a smile, his low, lazy voice falling casually into her ear:
“I said, my princess is the most spoiled.”
—My home.
--Princess.
Those few words were like a honey bomb; her face instantly flushed, and a tingling, itchy feeling spread through her heart. She lowered her head in embarrassment.
He handed her the medicine bag and patted her head: "Wait here for me, I'll go get the medicine."
"oh……"
She sat back down to wait, and soon Fu Linzheng returned with the medicine.
Back in the car, Rong Weiyue couldn't resist her drowsiness and leaned against the seat, dozing off. Fu Linzheng watched her and drove exceptionally smoothly, afraid that a sudden stop would wake her.
The night outside the car was warm, and snow was falling gently.
A while later, when the little girl was woken up, she opened her eyes and saw the hotel entrance.
Fu Linzheng said gently, "Let's go, go back to your room and sleep."
"Um……"
The two got out of the car, and Fu Linzheng handed the key to the doorman. Just then, Shu Jin and Lü Dan returned. When they saw Fu Linzheng next to Rong Weiyue, their eyes lit up with excitement.
Lin Zheng is 1.8 or 1.9 meters tall. The long coat accentuates his tall and aloof figure. With his black hair, bright eyebrows, and sharp features, he is even more handsome than he appears on camera. Standing next to Rong Weiyue, the contrast between their height and body types is striking, creating a powerful dynamic. They really look like a big dog and a little cat.
Ahhh, Sister Weiyue is eating so well!!
"Hello, Mr. Fu."
The two greeted each other awkwardly. Fu Linzheng responded in a low voice. Shu Jin asked Rong Weiyue how she was feeling, and she said she was fine, "I had an injection, so it's not a big problem."
Shu Jin raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Okay, we're relieved to have President Fu with you."
Rong Weiyue's face flushed, and the two of them dared not be third wheels any longer: "Sister, we'll go upstairs first, you get some rest."
After the two left, Fu Linzheng's assistant brought over their luggage and room key. Fu Linzheng took them and turned to look at Rong Weiyue, who was standing there dumbfounded: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then immediately followed. Standing in front of the elevator, her heart inexplicably raced. She casually asked, "What room did you book...?"
He looked down at her:
"Top floor, king room."
Her brow twitched. "Oh..."
Fu Linzheng went on a business trip on the day they got their marriage certificate, and tonight is their first night together as husband and wife.
Although everything had happened before, their relationship was completely different now. They became husband and wife without much of a process, and their marriage was not the same as that of ordinary couples. They hadn't discussed certain aspects of their relationship, and Fu Linzheng hadn't brought it up, nor did she dare to.
So what are they going to do tonight...?
As the elevator doors opened, her mind raced. The two stepped inside, and Fu Linzheng simply asked, "Which floor?"
She snapped out of her daze, "19..."
Fu Linzheng only pressed the number nineteen.
Is he going to take her...?
She twirled her fingers lightly, and with a ding, the elevator doors opened. She stepped out and saw that Fu Linzheng had indeed followed her out.
Reaching the door of the room where she had stayed the previous few nights, Rong Weiyue stopped, turned to look at him, and said softly and cautiously, "Fu Linzheng, you should go back and rest early too. I'll go in first..."
Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled into his arms.
The corridor was warmly lit, and no one was around. Fu Linzheng lowered his head and approached her, pulling her into his arms, his breath hot.
"What do you mean you went in first?"
"Go inside and get your luggage, then come upstairs with me."
Her breath hitched, and the air grew increasingly tense and ambiguous. The man's intense aggression was palpable, showing no restraint whatsoever.
"Rong Weiyue, have you forgotten that we got married?"
Fu Linzheng met her gaze, his dark eyes burning with intensity. He could no longer suppress the thoughts he had held back all night, his voice deep and husky:
"You're sick and won't sleep with me tonight, how am I supposed to take care of you?"
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