Chapter 39 "Baby, don't bite."...
Chapter 39
These past few days, Fu Linzheng has been cold towards her, and Rong Weiyue has started to make all sorts of guesses. Especially after seeing that post tonight, all sorts of thoughts were running through her mind, and she couldn't help but ask.
...But she never expected that the reason was that her body wouldn't allow it.
It's not that he doesn't want to.
On the contrary... he even imagined it would explode QAQ.
At this moment, Fu Linzheng's increasingly wicked and vulgar words relentlessly bombarded her ears, burning like fire. Rong Weiyue couldn't help but imagine the scenes he had described, and her cheeks felt like they were covered with maple leaves.
Fu Linzheng's breath fell, carrying a sense of punishment as he stole her breath.
After a long while, Rong Weiyue's mind was light as clouds, her lips were rosy, and her heart was pounding like it was on an accelerator. She shyly begged for forgiveness: "I won't do it again..."
He held her even tighter, Fu Linzheng's bathrobe lost its defenses, his arms bluish-purple veins bulging. He opened the taming cage, the other side of his cotton skirt revealing the soft silk, and leaned in to firmly trap the little girl in his arms.
Rong Weiyue recalled the movie she had watched that evening, which featured a small seashell floating in the deep sea when suddenly an underwater volcano approached.
The blazing rocks surged forth, one after another.
“Fu Linzheng…”
The man held her tightly, his breath heavy: "Baby, hook your penis around my nipple."
Her face turned as red as a cherry tomato, and she obediently followed orders. Fu Linzheng was exceptionally assertive, like a small boat being lifted up by the sea, as if covered by a layer of fog.
She nestled in his arms like a kitten, her meows carried away by the wind, her watery eyes rippling with the flickering light.
My period was delayed for the past few nights.
This is a real simulation experiment.
She would sometimes sink a little too far, like a person walking in the drizzling rain without an umbrella, the bluestone pavement creaking and groaning. The corners of her eyes were like the pale blue porcelain after the rain.
Six years later, Xiao Yueliang gave him an exceptionally warm welcome. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fu Linzheng's forehead, his brows were furrowed, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were taut like a bowstring.
One, -1, zero, -2, zero, -1...
Walking on the edge of the line, Fu Linzheng frowned and leaned down to coax her in her ear, "Baby, don't bite."
Clouds and mist turned into rain, the moonlight outside was hazy, and the distant neon lights were blurred into a halo in the mist, while the room was shrouded in a warm, dim light.
As the light and shadows fell still, Rong Weiyue leaned against him, breathing softly. Fu Linzheng kissed her hair and sighed hoarsely, "Baby, I want to sleep so much."
She nestled even closer to him, blushing. Fu Linzheng laughed, "How can you be so pathetic?... You finished in just a couple of seconds, I... I was completely..."
It took Rong Weiyue a while to catch her breath before she shyly uttered a few words.
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng's eyes grew even scorching. He grabbed her chin and kissed her until she was completely dizzy.
After a while, Fu Linzheng came out of the bathroom, having changed into new clothes. Rong Weiyue lay in his arms, the man still whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Her heart pounded, her face flushed crimson, and she scolded him, "Fu Linzheng, how can you be so shameless..."
He chuckled. "Isn't it normal for me to be a scoundrel to my wife?"
Rong Weiyue thought of what he had just said, looked up at her, and said in a soft voice, "If you really do that, then all the Chinese medicine I've been drinking all this time will have been for nothing..."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do then. You'll just have to take care of yourself while you can."
He lifted her chin, and a kiss, suppressing his desire, landed on her lips, pecking at them repeatedly. Remembering her earlier words, he uttered a helpless sigh:
"How could you be so stupid? How could you connect this to the idea that I don't want to marry you? Do you think that's possible?"
Her heart softened and she felt a little guilty: "Isn't it because you're acting so strangely, not going back to your room to sleep at night..."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Rong Weiyue, how come I didn't know you were so clingy before?"
"……I don't."
He teased, "What are you pretending for? Your desire to pounce on me is written all over your face. But, it's still legal and reasonable for you to pounce on me, the person whose name is on the same marriage certificate as you."
"..." She accused with a smile, "It was clearly you who didn't explain things clearly to me, which caused me... I've been going in the wrong direction these past two days."
Fu Linzheng realized what was happening and gave a cold laugh:
"So these past few days it's been sea cucumber and goji berries, mutton and oysters. Explain yourself, what's wrong with you?"
Rong Weiyue pursed her lips and obediently said, "At first I thought it was you who couldn't perform anymore."
"..."
Fu Linzheng laughed in exasperation: "Rong Weiyue, you should be glad you're not feeling well today, otherwise you'd be finished."
The blush spread from her face to the base of her neck. He pinched her cheek and said, "Do you know how restless I've been these past few days? I've been giving you nourishment but not any relief. Two hours of exercise every day isn't enough, and I can't sleep at night. Is this how you torture your man?"
Rong Weiyue awkwardly pressed down her lips: "I meant well, I won't cook anymore."
He laughed: "It's okay, you can cook if you want. Anyway, you can take care of your health, and I can conserve my energy too. I'll use all my strength on you later."
"..."
Fu Linzheng thought for a moment: "How about we have mutton penis soup tomorrow?"
"..." Eat my head!
She was so embarrassed that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to walk anymore, so she crawled out of his arms and refused to play along with him anymore. "I'm going to drink my Chinese medicine."
"I'll go with you."
After she finished drinking the Chinese medicine, Fu Linzheng immediately picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. She was on edge, her fingertips gripping his shoulders. "Fu Linzheng, what are you doing..."
He tossed her onto the bed, picked up a pair of cotton socks from the bedside table, and laughed, "What are you thinking, putting socks on you?"
"..."
Why did he have to act so anxious?
After getting dressed, Fu Linzheng lay down on her, and Rong Weiyue asked softly, "Will doing that just now cause me to get pregnant?"
He laughed: "Scared? Didn't I just tell you not to bite?"
"..."
She really didn't feel like she was biting...
Fu Linzheng smiled and patted her head, saying it was nothing. He bit her earlobe, his breath warm and gentle: "I haven't even started yet, and it's only so early. It'll only be possible when... it's much later."
Her face turned several degrees red from his words.
Given his age... he'll probably have a baby in no time.
Winking and joking, "Aren't some people sleeping in the study tonight?"
"Behave yourself, do you need to sleep in the study?"
"How am I being dishonest?"
Fu Linzheng said languidly, "Who would fall asleep at night and get so cold that they keep snuggling into my arms, touching and gripping me everywhere, like they're practicing pulling the handbrake? Do you think I can stop you?"
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
Her face flushed red. "I didn't..."
Fu Linzheng smiled faintly: "It's okay, you can practice all you want, I'll just go to the bathroom."
"..."
Fu Linzheng reached out and turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim yellow glow. Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw the pile of "tools of the crime" in the drawer. She stared at them longingly but couldn't open the bag: "How long did the doctor say I need to recover?"
"Half a month."
"That's still a long way off..."
Fu Linzheng saw a flicker of disappointment cross her fair and gentle face, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What, you miss me so much?"
Fu Linzheng used to be exceptionally crazy, but she clung to him without fear. The two were a perfect match in every way, and they were always exceptionally happy.
She didn't speak, but Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Baby, you know what? You're just like a dessert."
Rong Weiyue stared blankly, "What?"
"Mango sticky rice skin has a soft, white sticky rice skin on the outside, and inside is golden mango flesh."
"..."
It's still a mango with a peel, flesh, and heart!
Nuomici rolled over, her cheeks flushed: "I'm ignoring you. Don't talk to me all night."
Fu Linzheng smiled.
-
That night, Rong Weiyue ignored him. She was quietly curled up in a corner and was almost asleep when Fu Linzheng picked her up and kissed her for a long time.
Seeing Fu Linzheng's wolfish appearance, she was afraid he was about to explode.
But then he stopped and held her while she slept, his self-control once again surprising her.
Fu Linzheng has always been a man of strong character, and with the girl he deeply loves in front of him, how could his desires be light? Now he is forced to abstain from desires because her health is more important than these things.
He didn't want to hurt her, no matter what.
She slept soundly through the night, and when Rong Weiyue woke up the next day, she found that she had slept until dawn.
She had poor sleep during college, often suffering from insomnia or nightmares. Even when she fell asleep, she would wake up in the middle of the night or early morning and find it difficult to fall back asleep. Medication was ineffective. However, recently, she has found that her sleep quality has improved significantly, whether due to the medication or Fu Linzheng.
Stretching, the kitten looked out the window at the blue sky and smiled softly.
The only discomfort she felt was that she was very tired. She had been taking Chinese medicine recently and was also very sleepy.
After a while, she got out of bed and washed up. She put on a misty blue turtleneck sweater, tucking the hem into a cream-colored skirt that flowed smoothly to her knees. She then draped a warm white wool coat over her shoulders, looking clean and gentle.
She had just put on some simple makeup and was standing in front of the mirror, wearing camellia earrings, when Fu Linzheng walked in, his gaze falling on her, and he raised an eyebrow: "Dressed like this, do you have an event today?"
"Huh? No..."
It's just my daily commute.
Rong Weiyue walked over and looked at him with a smile: "Fu Linzheng, if you want to compliment my beauty, just say so. You don't need to beat around the bush like this. Your intentions are obvious."
"..."
Okay, she can even mimic his speech now.
Fu Linzheng smiled and leaned down to look at her: "Yes, of course my princess is beautiful."
Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed, and Fu Linzheng put on his wristwatch, sighing leisurely, "No wonder we're husband and wife, we have the same troubles. People with such high looks like us, no matter what we wear, will think we're attending some important occasion."
She pressed her red lips down. "Yeah, it's so annoying."
Fu Linzheng walked to the clothes rack. "But being pretty isn't enough. Come over and put on some more clothes. You're not allowed to go out wearing so little."
He took a misty blue cashmere scarf and wrapped it around her, then gave her gloves and told her to change into thicker socks.
Everything was ready, and they were about to leave when Fu Linzheng paused. "Wait a minute."
He went to change out of his black coat and slowly put on a dark misty blue coat. Rong Weiyue blinked: "Fu Linzheng... are you deliberately trying to wear matching colors with me? You're so scheming."
"..."
He straightened his collar and coughed lightly: "I just think this one is warmer. Why would a man like me care about such trivial matters?"
Rong Weiyue pressed down her lips, "Then I'll go change my clothes."
Fu Linzheng's face darkened as he pulled her into his arms. "You're not allowed to change."
Her eyes curved into little crescents, and he pinched her cheek, saying, "Just wait until I get back tonight, I'll teach you a lesson."
"Anyway, all I can do is clean the gun."
Fu Linzheng laughed in exasperation, his eyes darkening. He hadn't expected her to be so mischievous; when he tried to catch her, she escaped from the room.
Outside, Huhu heard the noise and ran over. Its outfit today was a dark green suit that she had bought for it a while ago, with a brown-red tie, sunglasses, and hair clips on its head. It looked both cool and cute, and her heart melted. She smiled and picked it up, saying, "Baby, you're so cute. You're the most handsome dog in the world. I love you the most."
Fu Linzheng, standing to the side, chuckled and said, "Heh."
Who is the most handsome man in the world?
He scoffed, "I spent ten minutes dressing it up. Without me, it would just be a naked little mongrel."
Rong Weiyue smiled: "That little mongrel is the cutest."
She gave him a fierce look, then nestled softly into her mother's arms.
Fu Linzheng was speechless. How could such an upright and honest person like him have such a green tea b*tch?
After she finished drinking the water, Fu Linzheng called to her seriously, "Weigh yourself before we have breakfast."
"Huh? Weighing myself?"
"I've already told you, from now on I'll be strictly controlling your three meals a day."
"No need..."
"No need for anything, come here, I need to make a record."
Seeing Fu Linzheng's unusually serious expression, Rong Weiyue felt uneasy. She had no choice but to walk over and stand on the scale. Fu Linzheng looked at her and laughed in exasperation: "Rong Weiyue, could you please not hold your son while you're weighing yourself?"
"..." She felt guilty, "It's not heavy."
Fu Linzheng took Hu Hu without hesitation, and Rong Weiyue stood up again. After seeing the number, the man laughed: "Okay, you're only 85 pounds wearing so many layers, not even 90 pounds. How much did you weigh when you first moved in?"
She touched her head, "It seems like... 87 pounds..."
? ? ?
Fu Linzheng's face darkened: "So all that nutritious and delicious spaghetti I've been cooking for you every day has actually made you thinner??"
Rong Weiyue said shyly, "It has nothing to do with you. I've probably lost weight because I've been sick recently, but I weigh a lot more now than I did in college..."
Fu Linzheng asked her to sit at the dining table, leaned against the table and ladled porridge for her, asking, "How much did you weigh in college?"
"About 78 jin (34.5 catties)."
78?!
Fu Linzheng frowned, his expression grave: "I finally managed to fatten you up to 95 pounds after you graduated high school, how did you end up like this?"
"Back then, I was working part-time to support myself, so I ate relatively little."
During high school, Fu Linzheng often took her out for extra meals, and her weight was at its healthiest. During her six months of part-time work in college, along with some other reasons, she quickly lost all the weight he had given her in high school. During her four years of college, she lived a repressed life, had little appetite, and her health deteriorated. She only started to take care of herself after returning to work in Beijing because she found that her body simply couldn't handle the strain.
Fu Linzheng felt as if his heart was being stabbed. He didn't know what she had gone through these past few years, and he couldn't even be by her side. Rong Weiyue saw the heartache in his eyes, and her dimples appeared.
"It's okay, now you're here to take care of me, aren't you?"
She will never be able to go back to her college days.
Fu Linzheng touched her soft, white cheeks and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, there's plenty of time. We've raised her before in high school, so we can fatten her up eventually."
He took her out for breakfast and tried his best to coax her to eat more.
After dinner, he cleared the table, and Rong Weiyue went to the living room to get water for Hu Hu. When Fu Linzheng finished, he asked her to bring Hu Hu over.
"What's wrong?"
He sat down on the carpet and said casually, "The lighting is good, just take a quick picture."
Rong Weiyue: ? ? ?
She was holding Hu Hu when she saw the man pull out a red marriage certificate from his pocket. She was stunned, and blushed as she asked, "Do you really have to carry your marriage certificate with you like this all the time...?"
"Haven't you heard that important documents should be kept on your person at all times?"
"It's better preserved if you put it in a drawer."
He said calmly, "There's no space. I need to put a cover in the drawer."
"..."
She looked puzzled as he pulled her into his arms, cradling Hu Hu in his embrace. Fu Linzheng leaned lazily against the sofa and said, "Forget it, let's keep a low profile for now."
He found a good angle and took a picture.
She was completely bewildered until she arrived at the studio in the morning, when she noticed that Fu Linzheng had changed his WeChat profile picture.
The profile picture doesn't show her face. Rong Weiyue, wearing a misty blue scarf, is leaning against Fu Linzheng, who is wearing a coat of the same color. She is snuggling up to him, her white fur looking like a snowball, while a red corner of the picture is visible.
Most people wouldn't be able to tell anything from it.
But anyone who knows can tell at a glance that it's a marriage certificate.
Fu Linzheng's profile picture used to be of Hu Hu lying on him in his racing suit, but now she's added him.
They are a real family of three.
Meanwhile, when Fu Linzheng arrived at the team's office, the team members were in an uproar when they saw that his profile picture, which he hadn't changed in six years, had changed: "What kind of profile picture is this? We don't understand it."
"Look at that hand holding Huhu, doesn't it look like a girl's hand? Did Zhengye take this picture with Sister Weiyue?!"
"Are we really going to have a sister-in-law?!"
No one could figure it out, but in their WeChat group, the three of them recognized it immediately. Xia Sili commented: "Fu Linzheng, isn't that you and Weiyue in your profile picture?! You're so smug."
Hu'an: [They even posted their marriage certificate in the corner, how flashy!]
Fu Zecheng: [I've never seen anyone so flamboyant.]
Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow: "Oh, what's wrong? You guys aren't filming because you don't have wives?"
The three of them: "..."
So what if he's a married man?
On the other end, Rong Weiyue looked at Fu Linzheng's profile picture, her heart fluttering, and asked him for the original image.
After finishing her sketches in the morning, she went to the workshop to work with the artisans on co-branded jewelry with the lacquer painting factory.
Everyone is rushing to finish the work. A couple of days ago, she hired three more craftsmen. The machines in the workshop are roaring, and a dozen craftsmen are working in an orderly manner.
She had little appetite at noon and her mouth felt bland. When Fu Linzheng found out, he arranged for someone to bring her her favorite Hunan-style stir-fry, which finally allowed her to eat a few more bites.
After taking a short nap in the afternoon and drinking some traditional Chinese medicine, Rong Weiyue, accompanied by Shu Jin, headed to the film set of "Frost and Snow Chant".
The TV series officially started filming a while ago. Yesterday, Rong Weiyue was invited by the director of Group B to go to the set to see the specific effect of the actors wearing the accessories so that she could adjust the way they wore them in time. Once everyone is familiar with the process, she won't need to come to help anymore.
After getting out of the car and walking inside, Rong Weiyue wrapped her coat tighter around herself, coughing uncontrollably from the wind. Shu Jin asked worriedly, "Sister, are you alright? You seem to be in very poor health. Mr. Fu must be very worried."
“He makes sure I take my medicine every day, and I’m already recovering. I’m fine.”
Upon arriving at the film set, after greeting the director, the two entered the dressing room. The lights were bright, and makeup artists and assistants were busy attending to their actors, with the air filled with the scent of cosmetics.
The female lead of this drama is a talented young actress. Several makeup artists were helping her put on the filigree hair ornaments, but their movements were a bit awkward. Seeing this, Rong Weiyue stepped forward and said gently, "This position is not right. It needs to be fixed here."
Her movements were gentle yet professional, causing those around her to pause in surprise. The lead actress looked up and recognized Rong Weiyue: "Are you the owner of the filigree inlay workshop?"
Rong Weiyue nodded and introduced herself, "Do you remember me?"
The leading lady smiled and said, "Yes, we met during the script reading."
The lead actress said that the jewelry she made was very beautiful, and she couldn't help but love it when she looked at it. "After filming wraps up, can I order a few more sets of personal jewelry from you?"
"Of course you're welcome," Rong Weiyue replied with a smile.
After walking a little further away, Shu Jin sighed softly, "I thought all celebrities would act like divas, but I didn't expect them to be so gentle."
Rong Weiyue smiled: "Some celebrities also have great personalities."
Just like Fu Linzheng's younger sister, Ni Yin, she's a popular celebrity, but also incredibly gentle and adorable.
At this moment, a sharp female voice interrupted her thoughts:
"Slow down, you're hurting me!"
Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw an actress in a light purple Tang dress, with black hair and red lips, not far away. She glared at her assistant with a disdainful look and said, "Do you even know how to wear it? If you can't, stop messing with my head, okay?"
The other party quickly bowed his head and apologized, while those around him became even more terrified and served him with utmost respect.
Shu Jin sighed, "You said you weren't one to act like a diva, but isn't this one?"
Rong Weiyue didn't recognize her, but Shu Jin had already done her homework and whispered, "She's the fourth female lead in the drama, her name is Jiang Zhiyao."
She debuted through a talent show in her early years and was popular for two years, but her reputation plummeted due to her bad temper in a reality show. Now she relies on hype to maintain her popularity and is a typical example of a controversial celebrity.
Her family is in business and has a good financial situation. They are backed by Lexin Entertainment and have a good relationship with the investors of "Frost and Snow Chant". This role was basically forced into her.
Shu Jin clicked her tongue lightly: "It's really bad luck that this drama has her in it."
Seeing Jiang Zhiyao cursing at people, Rong Weiyue just wanted to do her job. She walked over and said softly, "I am the designer of this jewelry. I will wear it and you can learn from me."
The makeup artists nodded gratefully. Rong Weiyue said that the movements shouldn't be too forceful, as this was quite delicate. Jiang Zhiyao looked up and glanced at her, then crossed her arms and looked in the mirror, saying unhappily, "Didn't they say the crew spent a lot of money to customize some kind of accessory? This feels so light on my head, it looks cheap."
Rong Weiyue's slender, pale fingertips steadily pushed the hairpin into her updo. Her fair profile was like an orchid blooming in an ink painting. Her voice was gentle: "The filigree is made of pure silver, which is much lighter than gold jewelry. It won't weigh you down even after wearing it for a long time."
Jiang Zhiyao turned her head from side to side, and asked with dissatisfaction, "Your intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship looks pretty ordinary, and this makes my face look so wide. Can we change it?"
Rong Weiyue said calmly, "Each accessory is designed according to the character's identity and personality."
Jiang Zhiyao chuckled: "According to my character's persona? I'm playing a rich heiress, have you ever seen a rich heiress wearing silver jewelry?"
"Isn't she a rich girl who fell on hard times and was on the run?"
"..."
Jiang Zhiyao's face stiffened, and she put her phone on the table: "I don't understand your craftsmanship, but I can still tell whether it looks good or not."
Jiang Zhiyao reached out to casually pull at the tangled threads, but her movement was too forceful, and the tassel of her headdress caught on her earring with a crisp "snap," and the silver thread broke.
The beads fell to the ground with a clatter.
Rong Weiyue trembled slightly and quickly bent down. Shu Jin exclaimed in surprise and also bent down to pick it up.
Jiang Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and smiled: "What kind of headdress is this? The workmanship is terrible."
Shu Jin couldn't help but speak up: "Filigree inlay is very delicate. These are all handicrafts, so you can't use force on them."
"You didn't explain that beforehand."
Shu Jin: ? ? They just said nothing for nothing?!
Seeing the commotion, the assistant director came in to inquire about the situation. Shu Jin said that these ornaments were time-consuming and laborious to make, while Jiang Zhiyao's assistant defended her, saying, "We didn't do it on purpose. Zhiyao didn't use any force just now."
The assistant director glanced at Jiang Zhiyao, who was leisurely choosing lipsticks, and gave Rong Weiyue an apologetic smile: "Teacher Rong, I'm so sorry, our actors really didn't mean it. Handmade jewelry does have a risk of damage. Do you think we could try to fix it?"
Jiang Zhiyao fiddled with her nails: "How much could it cost to fix this? I'll just pay for it myself."
Rong Weiyue said indifferently, "Of course we should compensate you. Miss Jiang, you have money, but we don't want to waste our time."
"you……"
Jiang Zhiyao's face turned ugly, and her assistant stopped her from saying anything more.
Finally, Shu Jin went to the car to get some simple tools, and Rong Weiyue made some quick fixes, thankfully without delaying the filming.
After putting on the jewelry, Jiang Zhiyao passed by Rong Weiyue, her voice drifting over as she spoke to her assistant: "It's just a small studio, they don't know what kind of airs they have. It's an honor for them to wear my things."
Shu Jin was about to retort in anger, but Rong Weiyue grabbed her hand. After the other woman left, Shu Jin laughed: "It would be bad luck for us to make a headdress for someone who thinks she's above everyone else."
"Never mind, I've seen plenty of people like that."
Rong Weiyue coughed, looked at the fallen beaded flower, and sighed softly, "I'll work overtime tonight and fix it."
When Jiang Zhiyao finished filming in the evening, the two of them left the set with the damaged hair accessories.
Recently, the studio staff have been working non-stop. Rong Weiyue didn't want everyone to work overtime anymore, so she would go home at night and spend her time in her study or workspace revising her work.
This hair accessory was inspired by the "magnolia weeping branches," outlined with filigree, and embellished with cloisonné enamel and amber leaves. When Jiang Zhiyao pulled it, the magnolia bead on one side fell off, the filigree branches bent slightly, and the solder joint broke directly.
She put on an apron and glasses, sat down at the table, and used spare beads to reattach them to the missing spots, then re-welded them with a small welding torch.
Her long, dark brown hair was casually tied up, and the desk lamp made her face look fair and clear. Her hands moved nimbly and meticulously, gently restoring those fine lines.
She has been busy with work these past few days, and her health is not good. She has been working in the workshop most of the time, and her right hand is aching slightly.
She coughed, her face pale, and forced herself to endure the drowsiness brought on by the Chinese medicine.
Making money is so hard...
Around midnight, Fu Linzheng pushed the door open for the third time and saw that she was still busy. "Not finished yet?"
She rubbed her eyes and yawned, "Almost there..."
Fu Linzheng walked over and asked, "Isn't this an accessory for the fourth female lead? Wasn't it made before filming started?"
"You recognize him?"
“How could I not recognize it? I’ve looked through your drawings several times,” Fu Linzheng asked. “Why are you making revisions?”
Rong Weiyue didn't want to cause any more trouble, thinking that she would just finish and be done with it. "It's okay, working people all have such a hard life. I'm just one step away from finishing."
Fu Linzheng saw the hint of grievance in her eyes, and his heart tightened slightly. He first coaxed her to drink the milk, saying, "I'll stay here with you."
Ten minutes later, Rong Weiyue put down her tools, stretched, and said, "Finally done."
Fu Linzheng walked over, and she closed her eyes and leaned against him: "Honey, I'm so tired..."
He gently stroked her head and bent down to look at her: "I'll carry you to wash up, okay?"
She nodded as he picked her up. After Fu Linzheng helped her wash up, he carried her to bed. The little girl leaned against him softly, like a block of tofu, and whispered coquettishly, "My hands hurt too..."
He frowned and grasped her right hand. "Your tenosynovitis has flared up again?"
Now that she could rightfully rely on him, she couldn't help but act spoiled in front of him: "Mmm, it's been hurting all day..."
Why won't you say anything?
This was the first time she had told him that she was feeling unwell. Fu Linzheng felt a lump in his throat and immediately applied a hot compress to her wrist. He then took out a particularly effective plaster that he had bought earlier and applied it to her wrist, massaging it for her.
Not long after, the little girl fell asleep in his arms, her pale face showing signs of exhaustion.
Fu Linzheng gently brushed away the stray hairs from her face, helped her lie down, and covered her with the blanket.
Stepping out of the bedroom, Fu Linzheng frowned and sent a message to Huaiyu:
[Go check what happened to Weiyue on set today.]
Huaiyu quickly replied: 【Okay.】
-
Overnight, the temperature in Beijing dropped several degrees.
The next day, around 8 a.m., Rong Weiyue woke up and felt that the pain in her wrist had eased considerably.
Fu Linzheng had prepared breakfast, traditional Chinese medicine, and ointment for her. He told her to wear more clothes because it was cold. He said that his team had early training today and he left at five o'clock.
A warm feeling welled up in her heart. After eating breakfast and taking her medicine, she and Shu Jin went to the film set with their jewelry.
Inside, the director was giving instructions, the actors were rehearsing and putting on makeup, and the large crowd was bustling with activity.
Rong Weiyue went inside and saw Xiang Anyue adjusting costumes for the actors.
It's been quite a while since I've seen her.
She wasn't there yesterday, so they didn't meet.
Xiang An Yue turned her head and their eyes met in the air. Her gaze flickered slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.
Rong Weiyue remained expressionless and walked straight inside, placing the jewelry on Jiang Zhiyao's table.
Jiang Zhiyao was touching up her makeup. She had just been scolded by the director for her acting skills and had to do over ten takes. Seeing her now, she looked displeased.
"Why is it so late? We've been waiting for ages. If this is your attitude, how can we cooperate in the future?"
Jiang Zhiyao returned from filming and immediately started criticizing everyone and everything. Her assistants had already been scolded a round of times. When the other actors heard this, their expressions changed slightly, and they exchanged glances silently.
Rong Weiyue didn't want to argue with her, and simply said in a calm voice:
"Put it on first."
The assistant director came over, and Rong Weiyue explained the repair plan to prevent it from falling again. She added an "invisible hook and tenon" and shifted the visual focus slightly towards the center line, making the light and movement more fluid under the lens.
The assistant director exclaimed, "This is even better than the original! Did Teacher Rong stay up late last night? You've worked so hard!"
"It's alright, as long as it doesn't delay the progress."
She put it back on, but Jiang Zhiyao pouted when she saw it: "Director Zhang, look how plain this is. I was acting with Sister Gao Li today, and her makeup and styling were so gorgeous. Didn't you say before that I could wear gold jewelry?"
The assistant director coaxed, "Zhiyao, this scene is about you walking alone in the street crying after your father's death. It's too glamorous and doesn't fit."
“The script can be changed. How about changing it to say that the gold jewelry is an heirloom left to me by my father? This silver jewelry is too ugly.”
Assistant Director: "..."
In the silence, Rong Weiyue spoke directly: "Miss Jiang, jewelry design is never about simply pursuing luxury, but about considering the overall lighting and how well it fits the character. Your makeup today is very simple and elegant. Gold jewelry would overshadow the character in front of the camera."
Jiang Zhiyao sneered: "Have you ever acted? What makes you think you know anything about it?"
Rong Weiyue met her gaze calmly and said indifferently, "I think that filigree inlay is all about exquisite craftsmanship and understated elegance. If you want to stand out, you can't rely on makeup, you can only rely on acting skills."
"..."
Upon hearing the word "acting skills," Jiang Zhiyao recalled the criticism she received that morning, and her face instantly stiffened, her anger flaring up. "Are you publicly humiliating me?"
The assistant came over and advised, "Sister, please have some water first..."
"Smash!" Jiang Zhiyao slammed the cup down on the table, splashing water everywhere.
The entire audience was startled and turned to look.
Everyone knows Jiang Zhiyao's temper and the power behind her. She is using this incident to throw a tantrum and to establish her authority in front of everyone by using Rong Weiyue.
At this moment, no one dared to speak up for a small prop manufacturer.
Jiang Zhiyao had never been so humiliated. She raised her voice, "Director Zhang, what kind of people have we hired? A mere props vendor dares to boss the actors around like that! All she did was ask her to change an accessory, and she's making such a fuss?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the female lead suddenly spoke up: "Director, Teacher Rong spent so much time repairing it, and now you want to replace it? Isn't that a bit disrespectful?"
Jiang Zhiyao curled her red lips into a cold smile: "Sister Gao Li, I did this for our drama. I'm just a supporting role, and the props I use are not as good as those for the main characters. But the props are too fragile; they break if I touch them, delaying my filming. Can't I even complain about this?"
Shu Jin was angry: "You broke it on purpose!"
"What, do you have any evidence? You're just accusing me without even asking?"
The assistant director, exasperated, tried to smooth things over, but the atmosphere became tense. Just then, Xiang An Yue walked over, learned of the situation, and smiled.
"Director, I think Sister Zhiyao has a point. Handicrafts are indeed easily damaged. If Qingyue Pavilion had reinforced it from the beginning of the design, this situation wouldn't have happened, right? Doesn't Miss Rong have any flaws in her design?"
Rong Weiyue's cold gaze fell on Xiang Anyue, who gave her a sneer: "And what right does a jewelry manufacturer have to criticize an actor's acting skills? Don't they have any basic human respect? I'm an old acquaintance of Miss Rong, and I even strongly recommended Qingyue Pavilion back then. I never expected Miss Rong to be this kind of person. Shouldn't you apologize to her?"
Jiang Zhiyao immediately chimed in, "Teacher Xiang is right. I only offered a small suggestion, and I'm being treated sarcastically. What did I do wrong? Today I've seen it all. Your Qingyue Pavilion has absolutely no professionalism, and you treat people differently based on who you are!"
All eyes in the room fell on Rong Weiyue. Upon hearing this, her cool fingertips tightened slightly, but her fair, cloud-like face remained aloof, and she smiled faintly.
"I am simply stating the facts. If anyone finds it ironic, perhaps it's because they feel guilty and are taking it personally."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Zhiyao was so angry that her face turned red. She walked over angrily and glared at her: "You dare to say another word?! Let me tell you, if you don't apologize today, this matter is not over!"
Before her arrogant words could finish, a cold, deep male voice suddenly rang out from the doorway, like a boulder falling heavily—
"Have you said enough?"
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and slender man standing at the door.
The man was extremely tall, wearing a high-end custom-made black stand-up collar cashmere coat with a neat cut. He had an upright posture, and his facial features were deep and sharp. Beneath the black mole on his eyelid, his dark eyes were like ice that had been tempered. He surveyed the entire room, so cold that it made people hold their breath.
It's as if it stepped out of a dark and cold lens.
He possessed the ruthlessness of a top-tier leader, which he was born with.
The entire audience was suddenly stunned—
Fu Linzheng actually came?!
No one expected the big boss to suddenly appear. Jiang Zhiyao's eyes widened, and her voice suddenly caught in her throat. Xiang Anyue was also caught off guard, and her mind was jolted.
Fu Linzheng walked in, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a sharp, indifferent look, exuding an immense sense of oppression that instantly silenced the previous clamor.
He glanced last at his own bullied little girl, then turned to Jiang Zhiyao and Xiang Anyue in front of her, his dark eyes cold and sinister, sending chills down one's spine:
"Say it again, who do you want to apologize to?"
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