Chapter 40 "So bold when drunk?"...
Chapter 40
As Fu Linzheng's questioning, which had sunk to the bottom, fell silent, the entire room fell into dead silence.
Xiang Anyue was overjoyed to see Fu Linzheng, but at this moment, she felt a chill run down her spine from the coldness emanating from him. Jiang Zhiyao also didn't expect that her temper tantrum would be witnessed by the big boss. Her arrogant demeanor vanished instantly, and her heart started pounding.
Upon hearing the news, the director and producer rushed over, only to find the dressing room in complete chaos in a short time. They quickly asked Fu Linzheng to sit down, their faces ashen as they pressed the two men for answers: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Fu asked? What happened?!"
Jiang Zhiyao clenched her fists, her lowered eyes darted around, and two seconds later, tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke in a soft voice:
"Hello, Mr. Fu, I'm Jiang Zhiyao, who plays the fourth female lead... I just wanted to change into a headdress that better suits my down-on-her-luck heiress persona, so I took the liberty of offering some suggestions to the filigree inlay artist. I didn't expect it to cause such a small argument. I apologize for disturbing everyone..."
Jiang Zhiyao shed tears and bowed deeply to everyone, looking pitiful. Anyone who didn't know better would think she had suffered some great injustice.
Shu Jin was completely dumbfounded—no wonder she's an actress!!
Jiang Zhiyao choked up, "President Fu, I know I'm just a minor supporting character, nothing special, but I was thinking about the whole production. I didn't want my appearance to affect the quality of the final product. Maybe I misspoke, and Miss Rong mistakenly thought I was too arrogant, but that's not true at all..."
Jiang Zhiyao knew that she had a powerful background and support, and that she would be tolerated wherever she went. Fu Linzheng would never educate her for the sake of a mere working-class person.
She was the loudest just now, so if she takes the initiative to admit her mistake, it will definitely be fine in public. She might even gain Fu Linzheng's favor by being seen as a sensible person.
Jiang Zhiyao was crying her eyes out. The assistant director, who had always been protective of Jiang Zhiyao, smiled ingratiatingly and said, "President Fu, Zhiyao is straightforward and may have spoken a bit harshly, but her intentions were definitely good. Miss Rong has also worked hard. It's normal for there to be some friction when working together..."
"normal?"
Fu Linzheng's eyes were as cold as ice: "Is this how Director Zhang always handles things—by muddling through?"
The assistant director, startled, stopped speaking. Fu Linzheng, sitting with his long legs crossed, lifted his eyelids to look at Jiang Zhiyao:
"Did you break the filigree headdress yesterday?"
The man's voice was light and airy, yet it carried an extremely heavy sense of pressure.
Jiang Zhiyao's eyelashes twitched. How did he know about this?! Who could have filed a complaint against him...?
Jiang Zhiyao secretly glared at Rong Weiyue, then squeezed out a few more tears: "President Fu, I accidentally broke it yesterday, but I really didn't mean to. Fortunately, Miss Rong fixed it overnight. She's very responsible. I just felt that this headdress was too plain..."
Fu Linzheng looked at her and lazily curled his lips: "Hmm, she is quite ugly."
Jiang Zhiyao: ! !
She insisted that her judgment was correct!
Jiang Zhiyao lowered her red lips and said in a coquettish voice, "President Fu, it's not ugly, after all, they worked hard to make it, it just doesn't suit me."
"Take it off and replace it."
Fu Linzheng said.
Those around her exchanged bewildered glances, surprised that the big boss would back her up. Jiang Zhiyao quickly had her assistant take off her clothes and asked sweetly, "Mr. Fu, which outfit would you recommend I change into?"
Fu Linzheng twirled the wedding ring on his ring finger with his long, slender fingers, his gaze towards her chilling to the very core of his being, his smile cold and indifferent:
Is there a problem with the jewelry?
"What I meant was, change the player."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Jiang Zhiyao's smile froze.
Fu Linzheng crossed his long legs and looked at her coldly: "You're not being picky? Then get lost, and don't wear anything."
"Giving such beautiful filigree to an actor like this, how can the film be worthy of the audience?"
Fu Linzheng was known for his harsh words when he was angry, showing no mercy to either men or women.
Jiang Zhiyao looked as if she had been slapped in the face; her face turned pale, and she panicked: "President Fu, I... I was wrong, I just wanted to negotiate amicably..."
"Forcing someone to apologize is considered a friendly negotiation?"
Fu Linzheng laughed: "Since you like being a leader so much, why don't you take the producer's position?"
Jiang Zhiyao tried to argue, but Huai Yu walked in with the surveillance footage from the dressing room from yesterday afternoon.
The video with sound clearly shows that from the beginning, Jiang Zhiyao was impatient with wearing the jewelry, repeatedly humiliated Rong Weiyue and Qingyue Pavilion's jewelry, and even used brute force to tear the jewelry, with an arrogant expression and no remorse.
The evidence was irrefutable, and everyone in the room looked at Jiang Zhiyao, who was completely speechless.
Fu Linzheng surveyed the entire room, his dark eyes cold and deep:
"All the handmade accessories in the production team are custom-made for the characters, which takes a lot of manpower and resources. They are reviewed and approved at each level. If there are any problems, come to me. Anyone who damages or maliciously slanders them will be dealt with in the same way."
The designers revised and improved the draft repeatedly from the initial draft, the craftsmen worked hard day and night to produce it, and the production team confirmed it layer by layer. Jiang Zhiyao changed it today based on her mood, which is a betrayal of everyone's hard work.
Jiang Zhiyao's lips were pale, and Fu Linzheng looked at her coldly: "Apologize."
She froze, and Fu Linzheng said:
"I apologize to Miss Rong."
Jiang Zhiyao, a pampered princess since childhood, had never suffered such humiliation in front of so many people. She turned to leave in anger, but Fu Linzheng's cold voice rang out:
"If you leave today, don't even think about stepping into this circle again."
This was a direct warning of a ban, causing an undercurrent of tension throughout the room. None of the surrounding leaders dared to intervene. Jiang Zhiyao dug her fingertips into her palms, her eyes red-rimmed. After a few seconds, she managed to choke out a few words: "I'm sorry, Miss Rong... I shouldn't have been disrespectful to your jewelry."
Rong Weiyue remained calm. Fu Linzheng said to Huaiyu, "Take her out and negotiate compensation for the damages caused to Qingyue Pavilion yesterday. Put it on her personal head."
"yes."
Jiang Zhiyao: "..."
She walked out in a daze, followed by a large group of assistants.
In the ensuing silence, Xiang Anyue felt a chill run down her spine and silently shrank back. Unexpectedly, Fu Linzheng's gaze fell upon her, his voice icy:
"Did you start the apology?"
Xiang Anyue's voice trembled with guilt: "President Fu, I misunderstood at first. I was only doing this for the sake of the production team..."
"Is that so?"
Xiang Anyue looked at Rong Weiyue in a panic: "I'm sorry, Weiyue, I made a judgment without knowing the facts. I misunderstood..."
Fu Linzheng sneered: "The production team paid for the art director to ensure the overall visual style, not to cause trouble. With Miss Xiang's professionalism and character, I find it hard to believe that you can provide any good help to 'Frost and Snow Song'."
He slammed her work notes on the table: "Go find the producer to settle the final payment. We'll find someone else."
A huge rock crashed into An Yue's head, "President Fu..."
Fu Linzheng stood up, surveying the entire room from his elevated position, his voice cold and deep:
“I’ll say it again—since we’re working together, we should respect each other and negotiate reasonably when problems arise. If anyone is found to be under my supervision who tries to establish authority by stepping on others, forming cliques, or creating chaos on set, they’ll all be fired.”
The entire audience was stunned and fell silent.
Finally, Xiang Anyue was also asked to leave. Fu Linzheng looked at Rong Weiyue and said gently, "Miss Rong, your time is also very precious. In the future, if you encounter such problems, just give feedback to the director directly. There is no need to waste time and people talking to you."
She looked at him, a surge of warmth welling up in her heart, and nodded.
This was said to others, and the director quickly agreed, also apologizing on behalf of the crew and Rong Weiyue.
After the matter was resolved, everyone dispersed. Several actors came over to comfort Rong Weiyue, expressing their fondness for the jewelry she made and their long-standing dislike of Jiang Zhiyao, a character known for her connections.
Rong Weiyue offered her heartfelt thanks and continued to put jewelry on everyone. When she reached Gao Li, Rong Weiyue thanked her for speaking up for her earlier. The woman smiled faintly.
"It was others who went too far. Fortunately, President Fu stepped in. And you dared to refute her in front of so many people. You have a lot of courage."
Rong Weiyue raised her eyebrows and said, "I was just telling the truth. Thank you, Sister Gao Li."
Everyone who saw Rong Weiyue's composure just now was secretly impressed. A normal person would have been frightened into admitting their mistake by Jiang Zhiyao's attitude, but she remained calm.
But Rong Weiyue also knew that her confidence was not because of Fu Linzheng, but because she had always had a temper and would never back down when faced with her bottom line. Even if Fu Linzheng hadn't come today, she would never have apologized.
After putting on the jewelry, Shu Jin excitedly whispered, "Sis, President Fu was so cool when he stood up for you!! He came as soon as he saw you being bullied, I love him so much."
Rong Weiyue didn't expect Fu Linzheng to come. Just then, Huaiyu came to find her: "Sister-in-law, Brother Zheng invites you to go over there. He's waiting for you."
Rong Weiyue went over alone, pushed open the door, and saw Fu Linzheng alone in the conference room, leaning lazily against the desk.
She closed the door and walked up to him. "Fu Linzheng?"
Seeing his indifferent expression, she smiled and couldn't help but tug at his sleeve: "Husband, husband?"
Fu Linzheng suppressed his lip, "Calling me husband won't help."
He pulled her a little further away: "Stand still and don't lay a hand on me. You think you don't need to be taught anything after you've lectured others?"
She stared blankly, her eyelashes fluttering: "What happened to me..."
“You’re always bullying me at home, but why didn’t you say a word yesterday when you were wronged? What’s our relationship? Do you want me to review our marriage certificate with you again?” Fu Linzheng frowned. “Do you know how anxious I was when I rushed over here, afraid that you would be bullied?”
In truth, Rong Weiyue wasn't that angry. She had always looked down on Jiang Zhiyao, but seeing Fu Linzheng's anger, she realized that she was no longer alone.
Her nose stung with tears, and she lowered her head: "I didn't think it was a big deal, I could handle it, and I was afraid you'd be upset, so I didn't tell you..."
The man's gaze deepened as he pulled her close, lifting her onto the desk. He leaned down to look at her, his voice filled with helpless affection: "I wasn't really mean to you, why are you crying?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head, understanding his meaning. Fu Linzheng raised his hand to stroke her face and said softly, "You can tell me anything that happens. Now that we're married, you should be able to rely on me openly and honestly, understand?"
He raised an eyebrow: "Isn't your husband here to solve all your problems? If I didn't have that ability, why would I marry you?"
Rong Weiyue was stunned, her eyes slightly moist.
"I know my princess is capable and can handle things without my help, but I won't leave you to fend for yourself."
Fu Linzheng said in a drawn-out tone, "Haven't you heard that couples should support each other after marriage? Go and memorize your wedding vows in advance to raise your awareness."
Her eyes curved slightly as she tugged at his sleeve: "I understand. I'll tell you when I encounter problems in the future."
“Don’t just have a mouth,” he said hoarsely, “If you do this again, I’ll give you a good spanking when we get back.”
Rong Weiyue blushed and changed the subject: "How did you know about this?"
“I sensed something was off about you last night, so I had Huaiyu investigate.”
Actually, when he came, he wanted to make their relationship public and support her in a high-profile manner. However, he knew that what she needed was fair and respectful treatment. She had not done anything wrong. If he used the title of Mrs. Fu, people might think that she was being protected because of this relationship.
Rong Weiyue was touched but also worried: "Won't this affect the filming schedule?"
Fu Linzheng said that everything had been arranged before they came. The fourth female lead hadn't filmed many scenes yet, so it wouldn't have much of an impact. Moreover, having someone like Jiang Zhiyao, who had connections, on set was a potential problem and could even ruin the show.
"Is your hand feeling any better today?" Fu Linzheng asked.
"That's a lot more."
He went to the side and grabbed a bag containing a small cup of pear soup and a green orange cake. "Eat something first, then I'll give you a massage."
Do you have time?
Fu Linzheng laughed, "I rushed off to training early this morning so I could finish up quickly and come see you?"
Her dimples appeared.
On the other hand, Xiang An Yue went to the production department to settle the final payment and sign the termination contract. She felt as if she had been thrown onto an ice surface at minus thirty degrees Celsius, and she was so angry that she was trembling.
Why? Fu Linzheng showed her absolutely no mercy. Was it because her behavior angered him, or because of... Rong Weiyue?
No, it can't be Rong Weiyue. Six years have passed; Fu Linzheng definitely wouldn't be interested in her anymore...
The resentment in her heart was about to burst through her head when Huaiyu came to find her: "Miss Xiang, President Fu requests your presence."
Fu Linzheng is looking for her?
Is there still a chance for things to turn around? Or do I want to explain something to her?
She hurriedly followed, but her anticipation froze the moment she stepped into the conference room.
Rong Weiyue was sitting there, and Fu Linzheng was feeding her cake by hand, his eyes full of affection: "How is it? How does the new upgraded cake taste?"
"It's alright, but it's still better without nuts..."
Fu Linzheng smiled, took a tissue to wipe the cream from the corner of her mouth, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Okay, I'll have him make it the same way next time."
The intimate and sweet scene between the two struck Xiang Anyue like a thunderbolt.
Her mind went blank, incredulous: "You..."
Fu Linzheng looked over upon hearing the sound, and the tenderness in his eyes instantly turned into a chilling coldness.
He uttered a few words: "Xiang Anyue, back then, Du Haibin wrote the manuscript for Qingyue Pavilion. Weren't you the one who fueled this?"
She was taken aback. Fu Linzheng approached her step by step: "Back then at the proposal meeting, it was you who saw that Wei Yue had tenosynovitis in her hand, so you secretly encouraged Du Haibin to have an extra round, right?"
Some time ago, after Du Haibin left Beijing, Fu Linzheng continued to investigate behind the scenes. Just a few days ago, Huaiyu discovered that after Du Haibin got into trouble, he asked Xiang Anyue for help to plead for leniency, but Xiang Anyue refused and threatened him. Last week, Du Haibin got drunk and told his friends everything about what happened back then, which is how they found out.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Anyue panicked and lowered her eyes, when suddenly a loud noise rang in her ears.
"Bang--"
The man raised his hand and threw the glass beside her, shattering it into pieces and splashing water everywhere. Xiang An Yue screamed in fright.
Fu Linzheng suppressed his anger and approached step by step. She backed away, her back pressed against the door. The man's gaze fell on her: "Have you seen Du Haibin's hands?"
That hand that touched Rong Weiyue.
A glass flower bloomed amidst the blood.
Xiang Anyue's face turned deathly pale. Fu Linzheng bent down, his long, slender fingers slowly picking up a piece of glass. The gleaming edges reflected a cold light, and his dark eyes were deep:
"I don't hit women, but if you hurt my wife's finger again, I don't mind letting you try what it feels like to prick yourself."
With red eyes and trembling breath, Xiang Anyue paused when she heard those two words.
What?! Wife?!
Her gaze fell on the wedding ring on Fu Linzheng's ring finger, her face filled with disbelief, "You two are married..."
"Now you know what our relationship is? You dare to mess with her again?"
Xiang Anyue's face drained of color. She hadn't expected that Rong Weiyue would seduce Fu Linzheng again six years later. She managed to squeeze out a sound, unable to hold back her words:
“Fu Linzheng, you two broke up so many years ago, back then… back then she was the one who dumped you…”
Fu Linzheng chuckled: "So what if we broke up? I still love her. I did before, and I still do now. Whenever she appears, she can make me infatuated. I'm the one who has to cling to her. As long as I'm around, I won't let her be bullied."
Xiang Anyue's eyes reddened, and his cold voice fell: "I remember your family owns a building materials company. You know whether your father's hands are clean or not. I don't mind going to investigate for you. And next time, you won't be the only one to bear the consequences, do you hear me?"
Xiang Anyue's back relaxed, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Fu Linzheng casually tossed the shards of glass into the trash can and called Huaiyu over: "Take the person out of here."
After Xiang Anyue was taken away, the broken glass on the ground was cleaned up. Fu Linzheng walked back and saw Rong Weiyue's stunned and slightly moist gaze. "Did I scare you?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head and took his hand. "Are you alright?"
"No."
Fu Linzheng never lost his temper with her, but she knew he had a very strong temper. "If I had spoken to An Yue just now, I would have been scared to tears."
Fu Linzheng teased, "You little crybaby, do you need to be scared to tears? If I hit harder and faster, you'll cry."
"..."
She scolded him for being inappropriate, "Was what you just said true?"
Which ones?
"Well..." she said shyly, "those who were completely infatuated with me."
The man laughed, surprised that the girl was focused on this: "Can't you figure this out? Figure it out yourself."
Her cheeks flushed, and she murmured softly, "If you don't deny it, then I'll take that as an admission."
Fu Linzheng laughed and pinched her cheek: "Okay, after being with me for so long, your skin isn't so thin anymore."
She pressed her lips down.
That's because he's shameless.
After finishing the cake, Fu Linzheng stayed with her for a while before leaving because he had a meeting to attend.
After what happened in the morning, no one dared to discuss it.
The next day, Rong Weiyue received the compensation from Jiang Zhiyao. Soon, the new actors and art director joined the crew, got along well with everyone, and were very respectful to Rong Weiyue.
When news of Jiang Zhiyao's replacement spread online, rumors of her diva-like behavior spread, and netizens applauded. Afterwards, her resources continued to decline, and her fame was not what it used to be. It is unknown whether Fu Linzheng did anything behind the scenes.
After being busy on set for a few days, Rong Weiyue decided not to go for the time being.
Fu Linzheng paid special attention to her hands, applying plasters and hot compresses, and also taking care of her three meals a day, which gradually helped her weak body recover.
On the weekend, after seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the morning, Rong Weiyue managed to snag two tickets to a violin concert on her way back and texted Yin Lu:
[Greenie, want to go listen together sometime?]
Although Rong Weiyue hasn't participated in violin competitions in recent years, she still attends violin concerts in Beijing. Yin Lu is also a fan and her musical partner.
Yin Lu replied: 【Sure, I've been working hard all week, and I happen to have some free time. It's been a while since I listened to music. I'll transfer you the money.】
Rong Weiyue: [No need, I used Fu Linzheng's card, he's treating.]
Yin Lu: [Oh my god, I'm getting lucky! Fu Linzheng has so much money, you can max out his card.]
Recently, Rong Weiyue has been using his card to buy everything. At first, she felt quite embarrassed, but Fu Linzheng would get unhappy if she didn't spend the money, and even used those kinds of methods to force her to spend it at night.
She had heard too many stories of stingy married men, but this was the first time she had ever met one who was unhappy even if she didn't spend money on him.
Moreover, Fu Linzheng was good to her and very generous to the people around her. Almost every day he would order afternoon tea and desserts for her and her colleagues in the studio, and sometimes he would even give them extra meals at noon. He was good at winning people's hearts.
Rong Weiyue couldn't hide it anymore; everyone now knew she had an extremely wealthy boyfriend, but no one knew who it was. Lü Dan and Shu Jin didn't reveal it either, only saying that this person was exceptionally outstanding, making everyone extremely curious.
In the evening, Rong Weiyue wore a beige cashmere coat over a light pink knitted dress. She looked gentle and graceful, with her long, dark brown hair flowing down like seaweed. She wore a pair of small pearl earrings, looking so sweet and soft.
After finishing her makeup, she went to the water bar to get some water. Fu Linzheng, who was in the living room getting rid of insects for Hu Hu, looked up at her and said lazily, "You're dressed so beautifully again."
She smiled and said, "I just happened to put on some makeup today."
You look good even without makeup.
She walked over and sat down next to him. "Do you think I'd look good even if I wore a burlap sack?"
Fu Linzheng said nonchalantly, "You look best when you're naked."
"..."
She blushed and covered her fluffy ears, saying shyly, "The baby is still here, I can't say things like that."
Fu Linzheng smiled and leaned in to kiss him: "Hasn't it already gotten used to it?"
Hu Hu looked up at the two of them, then helplessly lowered her head, trying to cover her eyes with her little ear fan.
After the kiss ended, she shyly escaped from his embrace. "Okay, I really have to go now. It'll be nine o'clock after the concert, and we'll probably need to grab a late-night snack, so it won't be that quick."
Fu Linzheng scoffed and rubbed his chest, "Fine, it's okay. In this cold weather, it'll just be the two of us, father and son, relying on each other and crying our eyes out."
Rong Weiyue thought of his words "abandoning her husband and children" again, and kissed him: "Even if you're crying your eyes out, wear more clothes."
He grabbed her, and she obediently surrendered, "I was wrong..."
Fu Linzheng scoffed lightly, "Nine Heavens."
"What?"
"You'll finish your Chinese medicine in nine days."
He stared intently at her, his tone deep and unsettling, "I won't let you out then."
Her ears turned bright red; she didn't want to go out then, she was sure she'd want to do a lot with him...
Fu Linzheng kissed her earlobe, "Contact me after this is over, and I'll come pick you up and take you home."
She smiled, her dimples appearing. "Okay."
Downstairs, Yin Lu came to pick her up in her car. After dinner, the two went to the theater, sat down, and looked through the program for the evening. Yin Lu was surprised: "Hey, the soloist for tonight's closing piece is called... Ke Yinmeng. That name sounds familiar. Is it your old friend?"
Rong Weiyue paused slightly upon seeing the name.
Ke Yinmeng, a friend she used to take violin lessons with at the same institution, was the teacher's favorite among the two sisters, and they often competed together.
"It shouldn't be a case of the same name," Rong Weiyue said softly.
Yin Lu exclaimed, "She's amazing! She's the special guest soloist for this show. Have you lost contact with her?"
"Yeah, we lost contact after we went to university."
At the time, Ke Yinmeng had a sheet music with her. She took the initiative to contact her to return it, but she did not reply. This friendship later disappeared without a trace.
I've occasionally come across news about Rong Weiyue in recent years. She graduated from a prestigious university, holds a master's degree in music from the University of Berlin, has won numerous awards, and is currently very popular.
At the grand finale, Rong Weiyue saw Ke Yinmeng gracefully walk onto the stage in a deep blue sleeveless sequined dress. She was completely different from her thin and dark-skinned appearance in high school. She was now fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle, and elegant.
She held the instrument firmly with her hands, raised the bow and pressed down, and the melodious sound of the instrument filled the hall, captivating everyone.
Six years later, Ke Yinmeng's piano skills have become even more superb.
As Rong Weiyue looked at the stage, the scene of that competition flashed through her mind. The sharp and piercing criticism spread like water, making her feel pain all over her body.
She lowered her head to drink water, suppressing her emotions, and continued to listen to Ke Yinmeng's performance. While being deeply moved, she couldn't help but feel envious and lonely.
What if she hadn't given up the violin back then?
If she had left filigree inlay, what kind of life would she be living now...?
As the song ended, thunderous applause erupted, and Ke Yinmeng rose to take a magnificent bow, radiating brilliance.
After the performance, Rong Weiyue and Yin Lu walked out and saw Ke Yinmeng surrounded by fans as they passed through the art corridor. She was holding flowers and smiling brightly.
Rong Weiyue was too embarrassed to disturb her, but Ke Yinmeng turned around and saw her, her eyes welling up with tears: "Weiyue?"
Rong Weiyue and Yin Lu walked over, and Ke Yinmeng's eyes flickered with emotion. She came back to her senses and smiled, "Weiyue, it's been a long time. I didn't expect to run into you here tonight."
Rong Weiyue greeted her with a smile, and Ke Yinmeng smiled and asked, "You came back to Beijing after graduation?"
"Um."
Fans would come up to her for autographs every now and then. After signing, Ke Yinmeng smiled and said, "I've been performing all over the world for the past two years. I just came back from Berlin last week. What are you doing now?"
"I do filigree inlay."
Ke Yinmeng's gaze shifted slightly. "Were these handicrafts that your family used to ask you to make?"
"Um."
Ke Yinmeng asked in surprise, "Why don't you play the violin anymore? Your teacher used to praise you as the most talented."
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes. "I'm too busy right now. Let's just treat it as a hobby. You're the one who's truly outstanding now."
Ke Yinmeng smiled and said, "I was lucky. I've managed to achieve my goal."
Ke Yinmeng's agent came over, and Ke Yinmeng said she wanted to add Rong Weiyue on WeChat. "I don't use my old WeChat account anymore. I'll ask her out sometime so we can get together."
"good."
After adding each other on WeChat, the two left first. Ke Yinmeng watched them go, and her manager asked in surprise, "Who is this?"
Ke Yinmeng took a deep breath, and her red lips curved into a smile: "Formerly, good friends."
On the other end, Yin Lu couldn't help but sigh, "Ke Yinmeng seems to have changed a lot."
"Um?"
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but she just feels different from before... She used to be very introverted, but now she's much more poised and confident. I guess good health makes you look better. And did you notice she had plastic surgery? She had her nose and eyes done, and she looks quite pretty."
"She's becoming more and more confident now."
Yin Lu said thoughtfully, "But it's strange. If she really wanted to find you, she could have told you even if she changed her WeChat account. But you two didn't contact each other during your four years of university, and it seems like she... never took the initiative."
Rong Weiyue was also puzzled. Ke Yinmeng's attitude towards her tonight was much warmer than she had expected. "I originally thought she wouldn't greet me."
“But that’s normal. Some friends reconnect after losing contact,” Yin Lu said with emotion. “But Yueyue, if you were like her and studied music in college, you could definitely become a great violinist.”
Rong Weiyue thought of the past and lowered her head: "...It's okay, it's all fate. I'm not suited to playing the violin."
Yin Lu sensed her emotions and quickly put her arm around her: "Who said that? You're so amazing. But you're doing filigree inlay very well now. My Yueyue is so talented, she can succeed at anything she does."
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh: "You have such a sweet tongue."
"Let's go get some late-night snacks..."
As the two walked to the car, Yin Lu suddenly received a phone call: "...Takeout? I didn't order any, you must have sent it to the wrong place... What, Xiaofeng Garden?"
After hanging up the phone, Yin Lu said she had a takeout order, but the address was her boyfriend's house. "But he clearly said he was going on a business trip this weekend. Did he order the takeout?"
Yin Lu had previously been at his house and ordered takeout using his phone. She called her boyfriend, but he didn't answer.
For no reason, I felt uneasy.
Lately, the other party has been very cold to her and doesn't like to see her. Yin Lu frowned and looked at Rong Weiyue: "Baby... I have a sixth sense that something is wrong."
Rong Weiyue met her gaze and decisively took the car keys from her hand: "Get in the car, let's go."
Yin Lu paused for a moment, then immediately followed.
As they drove along, Fu Linzheng called to ask Rong Weiyue when they would finish, thus learning about their itinerary.
Half an hour later, the two girls arrived at the apartment complex. As they went upstairs, they saw a pair of black high heels at their boyfriend's door, along with takeout that hadn't been taken inside yet. When they opened it, they found it was a small umbrella.
"I've never seen someone cheat and be so stupid." Yin Lu's face turned ashen. Rong Weiyue calmly opened her phone's camera and took Yin Lu's hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."
Yin Lu knew her boyfriend's house code, so she quickly opened the door and rushed in. She saw her boyfriend, Fang Zhuo, snuggling on the sofa with a woman watching a movie, with half-eaten takeout food on the table.
The two jumped in fright, and Yin Lu grabbed a slipper and threw it at him: "Fang Zhuo, you scumbag!!!"
Yin Lu threw whatever was at hand, and the two on the sofa scattered in panic. The woman grabbed her bag and ran away, while Yin Lu blocked Fang Zhuo, who was also trying to escape.
"What are you cowardly for?! You have the guts to cheat but not the guts to face it?! You even filled in my phone number on the app, have you no shame?! You even said you were on a business trip, what are you doing saying you went to the moon! You dirty man!"
Yin Lu shouted angrily, and Fang Zhuo, pushed to the limit, retorted angrily: "Fine, you've seen it all, I'm not going to pretend anymore, let's break up! Yin Lu, have you ever treated me like your boyfriend?! We've been together for three months and you won't even let me touch you, you say you love me, love my ass! What kind of chastity are you trying to uphold?!"
No sooner had Fang Zhuo finished speaking than a glass of orange juice was splashed hard on his face.
Fang Zhuo covered his face, and Rong Weiyue threw the empty cup at him, a cold smile curving her lips: "You think you're so righteous, like a rotten cucumber? Your brain has atrophied, so you can only think with your lower body? You cheated and you're still smug about it? You're neither human nor dog, you can't even find your species, even the garbage dump would reject you, whoever sleeps with you is doomed."
Fang Zhuo glared at her fiercely, while Rong Weiyue stood protectively in front of Yin Lu, her face cold and aloof.
"What? Did I say something wrong? You only earn that little salary each month, and you use the laptop Yin Lu gave you to play games every day. You even have the nerve to borrow money from her. How can you be so shameless? If you want to sleep with women so badly, why don't you become a gigolo? At least you can earn some money that way. Oh, no, I bet no one would even want a little black rat like you. You wouldn't even get any business."
Fang Zhuo was so angry he was practically fuming. He had never been so humiliated before. His face flushed red as he roared, "Give me your phone, and try taking another picture!"
Rong Weiyue still held up her phone, sneering, "Am I not filming right now? These videos will be posted on WeChat Moments tomorrow, which will also help promote your gigolo business. You're welcome, it's free."
Fang Zhuo cursed and rushed over to grab the phone. Just as he was about to touch Rong Weiyue's hand, he was kicked in the stomach and fell heavily to the ground, howling in pain.
Fu Linzheng, tall and imposing, pulled Rong Weiyue into his arms, his cold, dark eyes narrowing as he looked at the person on the ground:
"With such filthy hands, who gave you permission to touch my wife?"
Fang Zhuo was filled with rage and tried to get up, but another person rushed up and punched him, yelling, "Scumbag!!"
Yin Lu was stunned when she saw Hu An.
...
Half an hour later, the four of them finished their "battle" and went downstairs.
Fang Zhuo had just been beaten until he cried out in pain and begged for mercy. Yin Lu made him expose his affair on his WeChat Moments. She took back all the things she had bought for him before, and got rid of the scumbag cleanly and decisively.
As she came downstairs, Yin Lu asked in surprise, "Hu An, what brings you here?"
Hu An said gently, "I found out while playing games with A-Zheng and the others... Yin Lu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, I..."
"What are you saying? I'm so grateful to you!"
Yin Lu thanked them for their help. If it had only been her and Rong Weiyue today, they might have been in danger. "I'm not ashamed. The one who's ashamed is the cheating scumbag."
Hu An: "Yes, he's become incredibly popular on WeChat Moments now."
Rong Weiyue nodded comfortingly: "Lvlv, out with the old, in with the new. This kind of person is not worth cherishing. You will meet someone better."
"Of course! Seeing through that scumbag freed me from this misery!" Yin Lu's nose stung with tears as she hugged Rong Weiyue. "Baby, you were so cool just now! You really have the fighting spirit; you made him blush with rage..."
Rong Weiyue smiled and hugged her. Just now, she wanted to protect Yin Lu. Yin Lu had always been so good to her, and she wanted to protect her friend as well.
Rong Weiyue wiped away her tears and asked her what she planned to do next. Yin Lu said she was in a very good mood: "Let's go to KTV! I'm going to sing a song to celebrate my escape from this sea of suffering!"
So the three of them accompanied her to a KTV. In the private room, Yin Lu drank and sang, venting her emotions to the fullest. She was still a little upset. Rong Weiyue also drank with her. The two girls were having a great time, and the two men were helpless and couldn't control them.
In the end, Yin Lu was fine, but Rong Weiyue was still dizzy.
Yin Lu was worried about Rong Weiyue, so she asked Fu Linzheng to take her home first. Hu An offered to take her, but Yin Lu had been drinking and couldn't drive, so she thanked him and agreed.
On the way back, Rong Weiyue was still angrily cursing the scumbag, while giving Fu Linzheng a warning look. The man was charmed by her cuteness and smiled helplessly, ruffling her hair.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Fu will never face this kind of thing."
Rong Weiyue muttered, "I don't trust men. If I do, I'll be unlucky for life."
Fu Linzheng laughed angrily, "Just wait, I'll deal with you when we get back."
After parking the car, he carried her home in a princess carry. Rong Weiyue was placed on the sofa, and he rubbed Huhu's head, saying, "Huhu, tell Mommy, how many heads, how many eyes, and how many tails do you have? I can't count them all."
The little white ball of fluff remained motionless, nestled in her arms.
Fu Linzheng poured her a glass of lemon water and coaxed her to drink it, saying helplessly, "Rong Weiyue, with your alcohol tolerance, don't even think about touching alcohol when you go out in the future."
"My alcohol tolerance isn't bad..."
"Really?" He pulled her into his arms. "Do you still recognize me?"
Rong Weiyue looked at him expectantly:
"I recognize him, it's my husband."
Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow, staring intently at her: "Say it again, hmm?"
"husband……"
His throat tickled, and he pulled her closer: "Why are you being so well-behaved after drinking alcohol, baby?"
Rong Weiyue put Huhu down beside her and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've always been very well-behaved, but of course I can also be fierce, like when I was scolding that scumbag tonight."
She described to him that she wanted to drink more, saying, "Tonight was so much fun."
"You're happy after the breakup?"
Rong Weiyue leaned on his shoulder, her mood inexplicably turning somber, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm unhappy about breaking up... I don't want to break up."
Fu Linzheng paused, then asked in a hoarse voice:
"Who do you not want to break up with?"
"I don't want to break up with... Fu Linzheng. He's all I have left, and I don't want to leave him again..."
Her nose was red, and tears streamed down her face.
Fu Linzheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He kissed away her tears with his thin lips and said in a hoarse voice, "We won't break up again. We'll never break up again, okay?"
Rong Weiyue nodded and took the initiative to seek his kiss.
Fu Linzheng took the initiative, cupping her face in his hands as if she were a fragile porcelain vase, with exceptional tenderness and affection.
After a while, he stopped and asked, "Shall I carry you to bed?"
"I'm going to take a shower, and so are you, you smell awful..."
He laughed angrily: "I haven't drunk a drop of alcohol, and you're complaining about me because I reek of alcohol?"
He carried her back to her room, but she refused his help and went to take a shower by herself.
An hour later, she came out of the bathroom. The room was empty. She lay down, her heart pounding. She rolled around on the bed and soon saw the bedroom door open.
Fu Linzheng returned from taking a shower next door, wearing a dark blue bathrobe with the belt casually tied around his waist. His muscles were strong and sharp, and his broad shoulders and back stretched the fabric, making his inverted triangle body look incredibly imposing, as if a wild man had just washed away the blood and fire on his body, bursting with tension.
Fu Linzheng closed the door and walked in, his dark eyes fixed on her. Her heart pounded like a little groundhog, and she deliberately rolled over and lay face down.
Suddenly, darkness fell before my eyes, leaving only a dim yellow light shining overhead.
The blanket was pulled back, and soon the man's body covered her like a large net. His broad and strong chest and arms encircled her petite figure, like a little rabbit being bitten by a cheetah, her breath trapped in his intense breath.
Fu Linzheng lowered his head, his gaze lingering on her—
She wore a black silk spaghetti strap nightgown, so thin and light that you could see underneath. The hem of the dress barely reached her ankles. Her skin was as smooth and lustrous as jade. Under the light, her soft hair shimmered, her cheeks were flushed, and her watery eyes held a hazy, intoxicating allure. She was both innocent and seductive.
It's a special model.
Fu Linzheng's breath suddenly stopped, his dark eyes darting around:
Why are you dressed like that?
She raised an eyebrow: "I just dressed casually..."
"How dare you be so bold when you're drunk?"
Soon, Fu Linzheng's kiss swept over them, the sweet aroma of white tea and the cool scent of mint mingling in the air, creating a rich and sweet fragrance.
Fu Linzheng's palm swam and darted like a fish in the deep sea, his breathing heavy: "Didn't I tell you to wear pajamas?"
She bit her red lips lightly, "I don't like pajamas, so is it wrong for me to love wearing this kind of thing..."
"You never want me to sleep at night, do you?"
The black dress was embraced by the carpet, revealing a vibrant scene. Fu Linzheng turned her over and pressed himself against her without any distance.
In the sea, there is an animal called a clam that feeds on shells. Its gill cilia roll up waves one after another, trying to pry open the shell and break free of its cage.
Rong Weiyue had no way out. Her heart was pounding. Fu Linzheng's forehead was throbbing. He bit her earlobe and said, "Baby, you're going to rub me to death. Do you know how much I want this right now, hmm?"
Rong Weiyue's ears turned red upon hearing this, and she asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
What do you think?
She feigned ignorance and looked at him, asking, "Then what should we do?"
Fu Linzheng tightened his grip on her, "No rush, you won't feel uncomfortable in a few days."
Rong Weiyue split into butterflies, and Fu Linzheng knelt between her knees, leaning down to kiss her, like a tsunami crashing down.
Rong Weiyue's knuckles gripped his bathrobe, her soft voice close to his ear: "But how can you sleep like this? Is it that you won't feel uncomfortable once you... come out?"
His Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze a deep, churning black sea.
Rong Weiyue's almond-shaped eyes were alluring. The next moment, she raised her fair jade foot and stepped on his chest, while grabbing the belt of his bathrobe with one hand.
The man knelt before her, his muscles taut like a wall, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his collar slightly open, the Cuban chain gleaming coldly, his body brimming with hormones, exuding a power that seemed capable of crushing a person.
The man who was usually so aloof and fawned over by everyone, inspiring awe in all, became her devoted follower at this moment.
Rong Weiyue twirled the ribbon between her fingers, tilting her alluring eyes up to look at the man before her, her sweet, seductive voice carrying a bewitching quality:
"Fu Linzheng, then take it out and show it to me yourself, okay?"
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