Chapter 33 "Aren't you hot? You're all sweating."...
Chapter 33
So close, the man's deep, magnetic voice landed in her ear, sparking a flame in the night, his aggression undisguised and pressing in.
Rong Weiyue froze upon hearing this, her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes misting over with moisture, her heart trembling.
Taking care of her... what kind of care is he referring to?
Fu Linzheng saw a blush creeping up her soft cheeks, making her look like a little rabbit. He smiled, pinched her cheek with his fingertip, and said in a low, casual voice, "What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going inside to get ready?"
Rong Weiyue's red lips parted slightly, "Oh."
They're married now, so it's perfectly normal for them to share a bed.
And...actually, she also wanted to be with him.
Rong Weiyue swiped her card to open the door and went inside. Shu Jin and Lü Dan, who were having a late-night snack, were surprised to see her. "Sister, why are you back? We thought you left with President Fu tonight."
"He was waiting for me, so I came in to get something."
The two smiled knowingly, indicating that they both understood.
Rong Weiyue simply grabbed some skincare products and a change of clothes and left her room. She then saw Fu Linzheng standing at the elevator entrance in the distance. She would come back tomorrow to pack her luggage.
The man stood against the wall, extremely tall, with his long legs casually draped over the ground. He had an excellent head-to-body ratio and was looking down at his phone. His narrow waist created a slender, lean curve, and his profile was sharp beneath his black hair, giving him a cold yet alluring look.
As she walked past, at the other end of the corridor, a voluptuous foreign woman noticed Fu Linzheng, swayed towards him, and with a charming smile, flirted with him in English:
"Hey handsome, are you alone so late? Aren't you lonely? Want to have a drink with me? Don't waste this lovely night."
Rong Weiyue was stunned by this direct approach and didn't know how to react, so she stood there in place.
But the next second, Fu Linzheng raised his head, his gaze passing over the foreign woman and landing directly on her. He walked over and put his arm around her, his tone both intimate and cold:
"I'm sorry, I only drink with my wife."
...So handsome, yet he's already taken.
The foreign woman left awkwardly upon seeing this. It was the first time Rong Weiyue had heard Fu Linzheng address her like that, and a blush crept up her ears.
After everyone else left, Fu Linzheng's lazy voice fell: "Rong Weiyue, reflect on yourself."
"……ah??"
He scoffed, "Have you ever seen a wife who stands dumbfounded and watches her husband being harassed? Shouldn't she hurry up and assert her rights?"
Her ears burned even hotter. She hadn't expected him to want her to come over. He asked seriously, "I don't have much experience. How should I... assert my dominance?"
Fu Linzheng raised his eyebrows: "Just like I did just now, come and hug me. Of course, if you can't speak, you can just pounce on me and give me a kiss, that's not out of the question either."
"?"
She should just stay where she is and watch.
Fu Linzheng pulled her towards the elevator. Rong Weiyue, thinking of what had happened before, casually said, "But I do often see you being hit on."
"Um?"
"That night at the school anniversary reunion, I saw a woman looking for you outside the private room."
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow and leaned down to look at her: "Rong Weiyue, you've been holding back asking me about something that happened two weeks ago, and only now?"
She calmly turned her eyes away. "No, I just remembered."
Fu Linzheng recalled for a moment and explained, "It was someone from another class who asked me for my WeChat, but I was in a bad mood that day and ignored them. Besides, I came out of the private room intending to take some drunkard home. Who do you think that drunkard is?"
The little drunkard himself: "..."
Rong Weiyue felt guilty and didn't say anything. Fu Linzheng teased, "I didn't realize you were so jealous behind the scenes, but you pretended to be so calm on the surface."
Rong Weiyue said calmly, "Of course, even if I'm jealous, I won't go crazy and force a kiss on someone."
"..."
Fu Linzheng chuckled, his dark eyes fixed on her: "Do I need to force a kiss to get jealous now? We've already got our marriage certificate, so whatever I do is legal and justified."
Her ears felt hot, which then spread to her neck.
The elevator doors opened, and Rong Weiyue quickly slipped out. When she reached the room door, Fu Linzheng swiped his card to open the door and let her in.
The room was a retro suite with a fireplace. Orange light spilled onto the large bed, and the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was tranquil. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and the distant birch forest was covered with white fluff, like a romantic fairy tale world.
Rong Weiyue was captivated by the beautiful scenery and walked to the window to look at it. Then she heard the door close and turned to see Fu Linzheng come in with the heater on, his gaze falling on her.
The enclosed space breeds ambiguity.
Rong Weiyue slowed her breathing and turned her head to look at the snow scene as if it were normal, but then she saw Fu Linzheng come over and draw the curtains.
She was bewildered, but Fu Linzheng calmly countered with a question:
How can I sleep without drawing the curtains?
After the man finished speaking, his blue veins throbbed as he fiddled with the buttons of his coat and took it off. The dark turtleneck sweater and black trousers underneath accentuated his tall and strong physique. His arms were almost as thick as her legs, taut and bulging.
Despite his suit and tie, he exuded a roguish charm that couldn't be contained; the masculine allure of a mature man was overflowing.
He stood before me like a wall.
In the past, when they pressed her down and pounded her, she couldn't move at all.
When she graduated from high school, she was bold because they were already a couple, but now they have made rapid progress to marriage, and they haven't had time to adjust to everything yet.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes darted around, and her voice was as soft as dandelion fluff scattered by the wind: "This...so fast..."
Fu Linzheng curled his lips into a smile, lowering his voice: "Otherwise what? Why don't you hurry up and get into bed?"
She hadn't expected him to be so direct. It wasn't that she didn't want to, she just needed to think it over. Blushing, she stammered, "Should we take a shower first, and then...and then..."
"Anything else?"
He approached her, trapping her in front of the French windows, his voice low and seductive as he whispered in her ear, "Want to do it again?"
Her eyelashes fluttered suddenly.
Can she do it while she has a fever? QAQ, what if she faints...?
Seeing her genuinely conflicted expression, Fu Linzheng felt a surge of irritation, yet he couldn't help but smile and look down at her:
"Rong Weiyue, what I mean is that you have a fever and should go to bed and rest. What are you thinking, hmm?"
"..."
He chuckled, "Sure enough, I told you some people had impure intentions and had been coveting me for a long time. They wanted to possess me so soon after we got married."
"???"
No, he did it on purpose...
Realizing she had been teased, Rong Weiyue buried her face in her scarf in embarrassment and annoyance, pushed him away to get her clothes, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Didn't we just say we'd shower together?"
"..." She's not going with him!
Rong Weiyue carried her change of clothes to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
I've never seen such a muddle-headed person.
As expected, things get increasingly outrageous after marriage...
Unable to take a bath due to a fever, Rong Weiyue washed up, wiped herself down, put on a thin nightgown, and then put on a coat. Suddenly remembering something, she immediately pulled off the coat and went straight out.
Outside, Fu Linzheng was boiling water, intending to prepare a medicinal bath for someone, when she turned her head and her face came into view—
Rong Weiyue wore a white spaghetti strap nightgown, as thin as a cicada's wing, as smooth as spring snow, with a red mole on her collarbone faintly visible. The hem of the dress only reached her thighs, and her two legs were white and long, like white porcelain.
Her face was still damp with moisture, her eyes were soft and misty, and her slender waistline was accentuated to its fullest extent.
It's a figure that's even more breathtaking than it was six years ago.
How can she be both so thin and...?
The kettle was boiling loudly.
Fu Linzheng's dark eyes instantly darkened, and a raging fire ignited in his heart.
Rong Weiyue seemed not to notice his gaze, walked straight over, drank some mineral water next to him, then went to get her phone, and then leisurely looked for a charging cable next to him.
She walked around him in a nightgown that was almost transparent to him, and the air around her was filled with the sweet scent of green citrus, as if raising the temperature of the air.
Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, let out a deep breath, went to get a coat, and tossed it to her: "Put this on."
She looked up at him innocently and asked, "What?"
Fu Linzheng turned his eyes away, his voice low and menacing: "You have a fever and you're dressed so lightly? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
"The room is very warm, I'm not cold."
She walked closer to him, her eyes sparkling, and smiled faintly: "What, is it that some people have been coveting me for a long time, with impure intentions, and are already having all sorts of fantasies when they see me dressed like this?"
She mimicked his tone, giving him a taste of his own medicine, but the next moment Fu Linzheng lifted her up with one arm. Startled, she hooked her legs around his waist, her heart pounding, her face flushing, "Fu Linzheng..."
Her vision blurred, and she slumped back into the soft sheets. The man leaned in, his body pressed against hers, hotter than she was, his dark eyes fixed on her like boiling water.
"Thinking dirty is useless. Do you believe I can make it a reality?"
The folds of her nightgown rubbed against each other, lifting them slightly, and Rong Weiyue's fair, cream-smeared legs were forced to transform into butterfly wings because of him.
In the past, he would have buried himself deep inside, pounding away so fiercely that the soft sounds would shatter, and he would inevitably follow him, lifting and lowering his waist, like a flood.
His voice was deep: "You've gotten bolder, daring to provoke me so late at night?"
Unexpectedly, she was pounced on, and Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed red: "I didn't... it's your own lack of self-control..."
Fu Linzheng said casually, "We're married, what's the point of having self-control?"
"And don't you know whether I had self-control before?"
"..."
In the past, she was so capable of driving him crazy with just a little flirting that the word "restraint" was simply not in Fu Linzheng's vocabulary.
Looking at her red and rosy eyes, the man suppressed his anger and ruffled her hair: "Behave yourself. You're a patient, and I don't want to take advantage of you."
He knew himself too well. If he really wanted her, given how much he had been holding back for so many years, it wouldn't be something he could resolve in just three or four times. She would definitely not be able to hold on while she was running a fever, and she would definitely cry and beg him for mercy.
Fu Linzheng got up, pulled the quilt over her and wrapped her up tightly, then went to soak her medicine. Rong Weiyue's gaze fell on his uneven trousers, and she rubbed her cheeks in embarrassment.
They're pretty much set in their ways after they reach adulthood...
Six years have passed, I wonder if they've grown up again qwq...
Fu Linzheng returned quickly, holding medicine and water, and was much calmer: "I've taken it."
She suppressed her thoughts, took the food, and ate it obediently. Fu Linzheng then took her temperature. Her fever hadn't completely subsided when Rong Weiyue sneezed. He handed her a tissue and, seeing her frail appearance, said helplessly, "Rong Weiyue, do you think I'll take care of you when we get back? Your health is so poor."
She looked at him expectantly, and Fu Linzheng glanced at her: "What, can I take care of you now?"
Unable to refute, she honestly replied, "Yes."
"Lie down and go to sleep."
Rong Weiyue obediently shrank into the quilt. Fu Linzheng turned off the bedside lamp, opened his suitcase to get his clothes, and then went to the bathroom.
She dozed off for a while, until she heard the bathroom door open.
Fu Linzheng emerged wrapped in a bathrobe, water droplets dripping from his short black hair and rolling over the Cuban chain around his neck, exuding a wild and roguish allure that was captivating.
Rong Weiyue secretly watched, and Fu Linzheng glanced at her before going to blow-dry his hair. After drying it, he said leisurely, "Rong Weiyue, I know I'm too charming, but could you please tone down your wolfish gaze? Ten minutes isn't enough? You're practically drooling."
The kitten looked at him impartially, and then became quite self-righteous: "What's wrong with me looking at you? I'm perfectly justified now."
Fu Linzheng smiled gently.
Okay, so I've used his own line.
Fu Linzheng grabbed a blanket and placed it on the sofa next to him, then went to the bedside to get a pillow. Rong Weiyue was stunned: "Aren't you sleeping in the bed?"
"You really want to share a bed with me?"
"What I mean is that the sofa is too narrow, it's uncomfortable for you..."
The man looked straight at her: "I'm going to lie down now. Do you think you can still sleep?"
"..."
Rong Weiyue paused, genuinely worried that he wasn't getting enough rest: "How about you book another room?"
"...What the hell?"
He left her here alone? Actually, he could have booked the presidential suite; he chose a bed there intentionally so he could take better care of her.
But tonight he realized he had overestimated his self-control.
He couldn't control himself when he was alone with her.
Fu Linzheng swallowed hard, then covered her with the blanket. "Alright, you're already like this yourself, why are you worrying about others? Go to sleep."
Fu Linzheng went to the sofa and lay down. He was too tall to lie flat, so he could only lean against the sofa. It was estimated that the young master Fu had never wronged himself like this before.
Rong Weiyue was very tired, but she tossed and turned for a long time. It seemed that because she had been with him tonight, her mind was filled with sweet thoughts, making it hard for her to fall asleep.
After a while, she couldn't help but look at the man on the sofa and gently called out to him, "Fu Linzheng."
He quickly opened his eyes and looked around, "What's wrong?"
I'm a little cold.
Fu Linzheng immediately came over, covered her with his blanket, touched her forehead, and said worriedly, "You'll feel cold when you have a fever. It's okay, the medicine will take effect soon. I'll go get you a heat pack."
"No need, the hand warmer is too small..."
She shook her head, looked at him, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "I want to hold you; you're warmer."
Fu Linzheng paused, his eyes darkening with heat, and laughed: "What, you're determined to take advantage of me today, aren't you?"
Her little secret was exposed, and she blushed and lied, "I'm really cold."
Seeing that Fu Linzheng didn't react, she rubbed her red nose, like a kitten shrinking back into ice water, and said aggrievedly, "Fine, I'll just keep sleeping. Anyway, the colder I get, the higher my fever will go. I'll just faint and fall asleep anyway..."
Before she could finish speaking and had just closed her eyes, she felt the blanket suddenly being pulled back. Before a cool breeze could even touch her skin, she was turned over and pulled into the man's warm embrace.
Fu Linzheng felt exceptionally hot. In an instant, the scent of cedar after his bath enveloped him like a boiling, fiery net.
A surge of heat coursed through her body, and her heart trembled. She was firmly locked into his territory, with nowhere to escape.
She pressed her hand against his chest, and the man leaned in, locking her slender waist tightly in his arms. His dark eyes reflected hers, and desire surged within them. "You like this, hmm?"
Sensing something, her heart pounded, her eyelashes fluttered, and she murmured softly, "Mmm, it's much warmer here..."
He wiped the beads of sweat from the tip of her nose with his fingertip, his voice deep and hoarse:
"Aren't you hot? I see you're sweating."
"Yes, it's because you're too hot..."
Fu Linzheng held her in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Are you still feeling unwell with the fever?"
"A little..."
Where does it hurt?
She blinked at him: "My throat hurts a little..."
He placed his palm on her lower back and whispered in her ear, "Didn't the injection you got at the hospital tonight work?"
"There should be some effect, but the medicine won't work that quickly."
His voice was wild and roguish: "That might mean the needle isn't thick enough, or the dosage isn't enough. You need a thicker needle to make it effective."
She tugged at his bathrobe with her fingertips, and when she heard his meaningful words, her cheeks flushed. She deliberately looked up at him innocently and asked, "Will I be all sweaty after this?"
Fu Linzheng's throat went dry. "Do you think it's possible?"
He couldn't resist her cunning look, just like six years ago. He bit her earlobe with his thin lips, and her heart trembled. He slept like a snake, and his increasingly heavy breaths sank into her ear canal.
He held her tightly, as if shrouded in mist, she nestled close to him, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies about to take flight, her voice sweet and delicate: "Fu Linzheng, it tickles..."
Damn, he's going crazy.
After a while, he realized he couldn't keep making a scene, so he stopped and held her tightly in his arms, his voice deep and resonant as he exhaled, "Rong Weiyue, if you don't go to sleep, believe me, I'll give you a real beating tonight."
He was trying his best to hold back his fever, but she just had to provoke him, showing no fear even while running a fever.
She blushed and leaned against him, "Oh..."
Fu Linzheng told her to go to sleep and not to make any further moves. Rong Weiyue was indeed not in good condition due to her illness and was not very clear-headed.
In the quiet, she drifted off to sleep.
After falling asleep, she quickly broke out in a sweat and her fever subsided.
In the middle of the night, she mumbled that she felt sticky all over. Fu Linzheng took a towel and wiped her sweat. He wanted to go to the sofa to sleep, but she hugged him and wouldn't let him go, rubbing her head against his neck and shoulder like a koala.
Fu Linzheng was almost going crazy, and went to the bathroom again halfway through.
It felt like he was the one who had a high fever all night.
But he dared not do anything; all he could do was take her temperature every two hours and monitor her condition.
After a night, Rong Weiyue slept soundly.
When she woke up, she felt much better, but the room next to her was empty; Fu Linzheng was resting on the sofa.
The man lay with one hand behind his head, his long legs slightly bent, and his dark eyelashes quietly covering his eyelids.
Why is this person sleeping on the sofa again?
Rong Weiyue grabbed the blanket from the bed, got out of bed, and quietly went over to cover him with it, but she didn't expect to wake him up. He opened his eyes, saw her, and asked first, "Awake?"
"Um……"
He touched her forehead; it was cool. "Is there anywhere else that hurts?"
"I'm fine now, but my nose is still a little stuffy."
Rong Weiyue was half-encircled by him, puzzled: "Why did you come here to sleep?"
Fu Linzheng's lips curled into a smile: "Some people kept me up all night yesterday. How could I sleep if I didn't get away from them?"
"Do I have one...?"
"She clings to me like an octopus, hugs me tightly and won't let go. Once we got our marriage certificate, she became bold and took advantage of me in every way."
"..."
She thought he meant taking care of her all night, but it turned out he meant he couldn't sleep because of her. Embarrassed, she stammered, "I was probably a little delirious from the fever last night, I don't remember anything, I'm sorry..."
Fu Linzheng leaned back on the sofa and said nonchalantly, "Is 'sorry' all you're going to do? I don't accept apologies. I owe you everything, and I'll get my money back double later."
Rong Weiyue couldn't even imagine what that scene would be like. Her face flushed, and she gently hummed in agreement. She didn't try to avoid it; she would let him have it all from now on.
Fu Linzheng rubbed her head: "If you're sleepy, sleep a little longer. The flight was delayed due to the fog, and it's been rescheduled to 11 p.m. You still have a day."
This is good too, no need to rush. "I can't sleep, I'm a little hungry."
Fu Linzheng: "Then shall I order a meal?"
"Let's go downstairs to eat. I want to walk around; it's stuffy in the room."
He agreed. After a while, she finished washing up, put on a cream-colored cashmere sweater and warm fleece trousers, and said, "I'm all ready."
Fu Linzheng narrowed his eyes slightly. "Come here."
As she walked up to him, Fu Linzheng wrapped her in a coat and a scarf. "You think you can go out dressed like this? If you get a fever again, I'll lock you up when we get home."
The man put gloves on her again, then had her sit on the edge of the bed, half-squatted down, and put socks on her feet.
Rong Weiyue patted her squelching gloves, thinking it was an overreaction: "The hotel has heating, you don't need to wear such thick clothes..."
"Take it off when you get hot, or you'll get a fever again."
After being wrapped up tightly, Rong Weiyue looked down at herself and pouted, "I look like a bear..."
Fu Linzheng glanced at the fluffy little girl, smiled and took her hand, saying, "Let's go, little bear."
He led her out the door, took the elevator downstairs, and put their hands into his coat pockets together. Rong Weiyue vaguely touched a slightly hard, flat object through her gloves, and coughed as she asked, "What is this?"
He looked straight ahead and said calmly, "It's nothing."
The elevator doors opened, and he pulled her out before she could ask any more questions.
After dinner, Rong Weiyue contacted Shu Jin and told her about the flight delay. The two girls were quite happy. Fu Linzheng arranged for someone to take them sightseeing, while Rong Weiyue stayed at the hotel to recuperate. Fu Linzheng handled official business while keeping her company.
When the two returned in the evening, Fu Linzheng had the hotel arrange a sumptuous dinner. Shu Jin and Lü Dan ate while watching Fu Linzheng take meticulous care of Rong Weiyue, and they couldn't stop arguing. In private, they praised President Fu to Rong Weiyue, making her blush.
After dinner, the group went to the airport. Fu Linzheng also arranged first class for Shu Jin and Lü Dan, and the group went through a special passage for security check.
Security personnel handed the storage basket to Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng, asking them to take out their personal belongings.
Rong Weiyue had only one bag. She took out her Bluetooth earphones from it, and then she saw Fu Linzheng take everything out of his pocket.
Mobile phone, power bank.
There was also a particularly eye-catching red booklet.
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
The foreign security personnel were also taken aback, and jokingly said with a smile that they thought it was some kind of new passport. Fu Linzheng lazily raised his lips and said:
"No, this is my marriage certificate."
When the staff saw him holding Rong Weiyue's hand, they immediately understood their relationship and congratulated the two of them with smiles.
After the security check, Rong Weiyue's face turned bright red. She finally realized what she had found in his pocket that morning. "Fu Linzheng, why did you carry your marriage certificate with you?"
He said lazily, "There's no room left in my suitcase."
"...?"
Which suitcase can't fit such a thin notebook?
After boarding the plane, Fu Linzheng sat down in his seat and then casually placed the marriage certificate on the small table near the aisle.
When the flight attendants came to serve him, they all saw this and their faces were adorned with warm smiles of blessing. Some even offered their congratulations, which the man responded to calmly.
Rong Weiyue was so embarrassed she wanted to hit him: "Fu Linzheng, could you please put the marriage certificate away..."
"how."
"Many people saw it."
Is it too late for her to get off the plane now...?
"That's true, then let's keep a low profile."
He then moved the red booklet, which was placed near the aisle, to the inside of the table.
Rong Weiyue: "..."
No, where is the low-key aspect?
Unable to control her, she turned around and pretended to be dead and went to sleep.
After transferring from Kazan to Moscow and then flying to Beijing, it was already afternoon when they landed. As soon as they exited the terminal, Rong Weiyue learned that Fu Linzheng was going to take a car to the nearby city of H again. "He'll be back tonight. You go home first."
"Do you still have official business to attend to?"
“No,” he paused, his tone becoming somewhat vague, “I went to get something.”
She nodded, puzzled, then, as if remembering something, said shyly, "Give me the marriage certificate, I'll take it back and keep it safe."
If this person does something like that again, things will get out of control.
“No need,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ll put it in my suitcase later.”
"..." Can she trust him?
After Fu Linzheng left, Rong Weiyue and her group went back first.
When she got home, the pet store staff brought Huhu back. The little guy rushed over and clung to her, refusing to leave. She smiled and hugged him tightly, saying, "Baby, Mommy missed you so much..."
Huhu stuck out its tongue and obediently licked her palm. She played with it for a while, then saw a news report on her phone about heavy rain in H City. She asked Fu Linzheng about it, and the man on the other end of the line, who had just come out of a villa, got into a car with an umbrella, and replied:
It's okay, I'm driving on the highway.
She asked worriedly, "It's very dangerous. Why don't you stay overnight and come back tomorrow?"
Fu Linzheng: [We can go back.]
I don't understand why he was in such a hurry to go and so eager to come back.
Unable to dissuade him, she told him to be careful.
After dinner, Rong Weiyue was still feeling a bit unwell, with a cough and stuffy nose, but she was concerned about the production of the "Frost and Snow Chant" jewelry, so she went to the studio to check on everyone's progress over the past few days.
At 8 o'clock, she held an online meeting in her office to tell everyone the details of the cooperation that was finalized during her trip to Kazan.
They will complete the sampling and testing of all the jewelry by the beginning of next month, then begin production, and arrange to participate in the exhibition and launch the products in early January.
The employees were deeply moved as they listened to Rong Weiyue recount her research trip to Kazan. They hoped to save the factory from its dire straits, and of course, for their own sake as well. If they succeeded, it would greatly enhance the reputation of their Qingyue Pavilion.
The meeting ended at nine o'clock. Rong Weiyue was organizing materials in her office when Fu Linzheng called.
She answered the phone, and the person on the other end said they had already driven back to Beijing. She said, "I'm at my studio, and I'm about to go home."
"I saw you, why aren't you coming out?"
She was startled, and when she looked up, she saw a silver-black Bugatti parked quietly under a streetlamp by the sycamore trees on the side of the road outside the window.
Fu Linzheng leaned lazily against the car body, looking in her direction with gentle eyes.
Why did he come looking for her as soon as he got back...?
She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll pack right away."
"No rush, take your time."
After she finished tidying up, she turned off the light, grabbed her scarf, and ran out. She stopped halfway, suppressing her joy as she slowly walked out. Fu Linzheng walked towards her, and she asked, "How did you know I was in the studio?"
He pulled her to the car and said casually, "I asked Huhu when I got home, and it said its mom went to work overtime again."
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. After getting into the car, she coughed. Fu Linzheng frowned and said, "You have a cold and didn't rest at night. Why did you come to work again?"
He handed me the hot pear and red date tea he had bought, saying, "Have some."
She took it: "The collaboration with the lacquer painting factory was quite urgent, so I worked overtime."
Ten minutes later, the two returned home. Hu Hu was picked up by Fu Linzheng. It was a rare sight to see such a loving father and son. Rong Weiyue went to the living room, and her phone pinged. A message came in from a couple from her high school class, inviting her to their wedding in a while.
Rong Weiyue accepted the congratulations, sat down on the sofa, opened the electronic invitation, and scrolled through the wedding photos.
After a while, Fu Linzheng fed Hu Hu some snacks, washed his hands, and came over. Seeing her focused expression, he asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Zhang Chun and Xiao An's wedding invitations must have included you, right?"
"Um."
Rong Weiyue saw messages popping up in the WeChat class group. When she opened them, she saw that they were all sending warm blessings. "Zhang Chun said they are the first couple in the class to get married."
Fu Linzheng scoffed lazily: "We're the first couple, okay? We got our marriage certificate two days earlier than them."
At the class reunion, Zhang Chun said they would get their marriage certificate the following Wednesday, but Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng showed up the very next day, Monday morning.
Rong Weiyue suppressed her dimples and said, "Yes, we are the first couple."
Rong Weiyue looked through their e-invitations, feeling envious: "Their wedding photos are so beautiful. They took them at the beach. Have they been together since high school?"
"Probably."
A bitter feeling suddenly welled up in Rong Weiyue's heart, and she lowered her eyes, "It's really good."
If she hadn't broken up with him back then... would she and Fu Linzheng have stayed together forever? Would they have gotten married long ago?
Fu Linzheng noticed her downcast mood and gently pinched her cheek: "What do you mean? Is this not a good thing for us?"
She paused slightly and shook her head. Fu Linzheng said lazily, "Different paths, same destination. You spent six years less than them and got your marriage certificate earlier. Isn't that a great use of your time?"
She met his gaze, her heart softening and melting. She hadn't expected him to calculate things this way. Fu Linzheng stood up and said, "Sit here and wait for me."
He went into the room for a moment, came out carrying a stack of documents, and handed them to her.
Rong Weiyue was bewildered. "What is this?"
"The legal team expedited the process for the past two weeks, and it's finally done today. Come with me to sign the agreement tomorrow."
She turned to the first page and froze.
Inside were dozens of asset donation and equity transfer agreements.
Among the properties, the first one is an old courtyard house within the Second Ring Road of Beijing. This house is less than two kilometers away from the Forbidden City. It has three courtyards and contains many collectibles. It was a gift from Fu Sisheng to him for his eighteenth birthday, and now Fu Linzheng has transferred the property to her name.
There are also dozens of properties around the world, including a vineyard estate in Provence, France, a century-old villa on the Bund in Shanghai, and various high-end residences and private villas, worth an unknown amount of hundreds of millions.
She was stunned. Besides the house, he had transferred his most expensive supercars, worth tens of millions of yuan, such as the Bugatti Centodieci and the Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+, to her.
Fu Linzheng's overseas trust funds and bank accounts clearly list her name as the beneficiary and first heir, and she has also been allocated shares in the various companies he has invested in, with priority given to her in profit distribution.
In addition, there are many other collectibles, all of which are priceless.
These all became her irrevocable independent property after marriage.
Fu Linzheng sat beside her, speaking in a calm tone as if he were introducing breakfast to her: "These are my personal items. My family will provide the betrothal gifts separately, and we will not accept any dowry."
Rong Weiyue clutched the papers, her mind buzzing: "Fu Linzheng, I don't need this, it's too much..."
He smiled enigmatically: "What do you mean 'I don't need it'? It was meant to be given to you anyway, and it's all within my means. What are you worried about?"
A surge of emotions welled up within her. Fu Linzheng smiled and said:
"Didn't you say you wanted 250 million? There's more than that. Money doesn't mean anything, but all my money is here."
"Everything I earn in the future will be yours."
The wealth in the bank is an astronomical figure to others, but to him it's just a string of characters. He works hard to earn money so that he can give her a better life, protect her for a lifetime of peace and happiness, and have nothing to worry about.
Rong Weiyue's throat tightened, and Fu Linzheng asked in a drawn-out tone, "Also, now that you're married, don't you feel like something's missing?"
"Huh? What?"
That's already so much, and it's still not enough...
Then, she saw Fu Linzheng take a dark blue velvet jewelry box out of his pocket and chuckle:
"Rong Weiyue, why don't you care about any sense of ritual? Is this something you're missing?"
A ripple of emotion spread across Rong Weiyue's eyes, and her heart trembled.
The man opened the jewelry box, inside which lay a pair of wedding rings.
Rong Weiyue's mind went blank for a moment.
She genuinely didn't remember about the ring. She was already happy to marry him. The marriage registration was rushed, and then he went on a business trip. She hadn't considered or paid attention to anything else...
Her heart pounded wildly as Fu Linzheng took out one of the women's wedding rings:
"Its name is Luna, which is the Latin word for moon."
The main stone of the ring is a rare, pale blue, crescent-shaped gemstone with a gentle and dreamy luster. A rare heart-shaped pink diamond from Mozambique is set in the inner circle of the crescent, flanked by two natural Paraiba tourmalines, an oval Kashmir sapphire in the shape of an "O", and a star ring composed of eight top-quality small diamonds.
December 8th, her birthday, is quietly embedded in the light and shadow.
This main stone is a D-color Type IIa grade that is less than 1% of the world's remaining. Fu Linzheng spent nearly 300 million yuan to bid for it and invited top international jewelry masters to personally handle the design. It was handcrafted and took six months to complete.
The inner band of the ring is engraved with the letters: RWY & FLZ.
It is available but priceless; there is only one in the world.
Rong Weiyue stared blankly, a huge wave of emotion surging in her heart.
The next moment, her left hand was grasped, and Fu Linzheng slowly pushed the ring onto her ring finger.
The large apartment was quiet, with floor-to-ceiling windows capturing the night view. The cold neon lights of the winter night lit up one after another among the high-rise buildings, like the Milky Way falling to earth.
The surroundings were so quiet that it felt as if they were the only ones left in the world.
The ring reached the innermost part of his ring finger. Upon seeing this, Fu Linzheng raised his eyebrows: "If I remember the ring size correctly, it fits perfectly."
Rong Weiyue's nose tingled with emotion. "Yes, just right..."
“We got our marriage certificate in such a rush, so I’ll give you these first. I’ll arrange everything else, such as wedding photos and the wedding ceremony. Nothing will be missing.”
Fu Linzheng's tone was relaxed, carrying his usual lazy and cynical air:
“From childhood to adulthood, my parents have spoiled me. Everything I have is the best. I’m the kind of person who either doesn’t do something or does it to the extreme. I drive the most expensive car, and I win every competition. Things that others wouldn’t even dare to dream of, I will definitely get if I reach out.”
The man held her hand and stroked her diamond ring: "So I also want to give my Mrs. Fu the best. What others don't have, she will have; what others have, she will have the best of."
Her eyes welled up with tears. He looked up at her, his dark eyes burning with intensity, reflecting her image. Each word he uttered was firm and resolute:
"Rong Weiyue, I, Fu Linzheng, will do everything in my power to ensure that you will never have to envy others."
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