Chapter 41 "Happy birthday, baby."...
Chapter 39
Rong Weiyue's soft voice was like it was coated in syrup, sweet and charming. Her watery eyes looked at him like a mischievous wildcat.
Fu Linzheng hadn't expected her to be so bold. A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he held her even tighter, his breathing heavy as he looked at her: "Want to see?"
Slightly tipsy, everything felt light and carefree. Rong Weiyue's pure amber eyes softened with a sweet allure as she said softly, "Hmm, can you show me...?"
Fu Linzheng's Adam's apple burned, sweat beaded on his forehead, and with a powerful, pent-up energy, he whispered hoarsely in her ear:
"Okay, if you want to see it, just take it out yourself, okay?"
Not to be outdone, he seized the initiative. Rong Weiyue was like a kitten attracted by a cat toy, her heart pounding like a drum. The next second, her slender white fingertips slowly approached the bathrobe belt, her toes brushing against the man's waist and her V-line sliding down.
According to scientific reports, there is an active volcano on the seabed. Six years ago, the young girl went there to conduct research and found that the energy reserves were astonishing and the power was terrifying. Six years later, she prepared herself and set off again to explore the deep sea once more.
Visibility was very low underwater at night. Passing through the coral reefs at the four corners, a majestic volcano came into view. At this moment, the volcano was steaming with heat as the earth's crust trembled, and hot rocks rolled, ready to erupt at any moment.
Due to surface activity, the mountain has risen, appearing even taller than it was six years ago, and now stands imposingly majestically.
Rong Weiyue thought of what he had said before, that even if nothing else was needed, her gaze would be enough...
Six years later, this was both familiar and unfamiliar to the research team members. The little girl's cheeks flushed, and she blinked gracefully. Fu Linzheng looked at her intently, his voice hoarse: "Baby, do you like it?"
She remembered that Fu Linzheng had two particularly alluring moles.
The first spot is on the right eyelid, and the other spot is even worse.
She bit her red lips lightly and shyly admitted, "I like it."
I love it so much, waaaaah...
She gave him a quick kiss and said, "Let's begin."
She picked up her phone and tapped the stopwatch, her amber eyes crinkling into a smile: "Time it. It has to be at least ten minutes. If you don't finish, you'll be punished."
A spark ignited within Fu Linzheng, and he lost all reason, about to be driven mad by her: "What punishment?"
She laughed: "I'm punishing you by not letting you come in to sleep for a week."
She meant it, and Fu Linzheng laughed in anger. Taking advantage of his inability to touch her now, she could do whatever she wanted.
Fu Linzheng let out a heavy sigh, kneeling in the butterfly, he could only obey her arrangements, like a big dog receiving training from its master.
Ten minutes would normally be a short time, but at this moment, his beloved little girl was lying in front of him, her rosy lips and swan-like neck, as white as silk, which was enough to make his self-control break down inch by inch.
Want to be fast, but can't.
I want to know more about her.
Rong Weiyue watched shyly, unmoved, her feet resting on his broad shoulders. After a while, Fu Linzheng frowned, turned his head, and kissed her fair ankle, his voice hoarse as he pleaded with her:
"Baby,……."
Rong Weiyue raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"
The big dog stared intently at her. Rong Weiyue's finger, adorned with a diamond ring, hooked... and she raised it, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with emotion.
"This is all I can give you, do you want it?"
Fu Linzheng's dark eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected her to be so good at seduction. His temples throbbed. He responded softly, took the bag, and felt the scent of a python mingling with the sweet camellia. Her mole appeared and disappeared. The man's burning red eyes were fixed on her: "Is that so?"
He's too lecherous...
Rong Weiyue suppressed her racing heartbeat, "Yes, like this..."
Fu Linzheng leaned down and kissed her, his breath hoarse: "When did you buy this? Did you do it on purpose?"
Rong Weiyue clung to his shoulder, her voice soft and gentle: "Yeah, I bought it a couple of days ago. I felt you'd like this kind..."
The girl looked innocent, but she was actually quite wicked. He bit her earlobe and said in a lewd tone, "How can you seduce me like this? I'll buy you some later. You can wear it and I'll take it to training the next day. You can use it in the office at noon... okay?"
Rong Weiyue blushed crimson, "I won't give it to you..."
That person is awful...
With five minutes left on the clock, Fu Linzheng held her two feet: "Baby, try this."
She paused for two seconds before realizing what was happening, then murmured something, her cheeks flushed.
He cooked a fragrant roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and Rong Weiyue's heart raced. Seeing that he liked it, she took the initiative to cook, demonstrating her exceptional learning ability. "Is that so?"
The mole appears and disappears intermittently.
Fu Linzheng's eyes burned with a dark intensity, and his voice was hoarse: "Great."
Reason gradually vanished, and he saw her under the dim yellow light, like the river water under the evening glow, already rippling with golden scales.
She can do this just by looking at him.
The man, parched, plunged headfirst into the river.
Rong Weiyue's mind went blank, her heart pounding: "Fu Linzheng, no..."
The man was utterly wicked. "Don't want what? You're already... in this state."
She was firmly restrained around the waist and could not move.
Like a small fish caught in a howling summer sea, familiar memories flood back. She runs her hand through his hair and then clutches the bedsheet.
Her eyes reddened, and after a while, the fish, suffocating on the beach, shed tears.
Fu Linzheng stood up and hugged her, licked his thin lips, and smiled, "How can you be so sweet, baby? It's so refreshing."
Rong Weiyue buried her face in her hands and cried. Fu Linzheng mischievously bit her earlobe: "You're like this and you're still timing me? You can't even last a few minutes yourself."
Rong Weiyue was like a soft, fluffy cloud, drifting gently in the air. Finally, sweat rolled down Fu Linzheng's forehead as he coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Baby, can you do it last?"
The usually aloof and arrogant Crown Prince was now willing to become her devoted subject.
Of course, she couldn't really ignore him. "What should we do..."
Fu Linzheng gently stroked her moist red lips with his fingertips, his eyes sparkling. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to sit up, but he chuckled softly, "Silly girl, no need."
What to do? He's still reluctant to give it up.
Finally, there was a review of the handbrake instruction from high school.
He had taught her before, and she still remembered some of it.
The man, his eyes closed and breathing erratically, his eyes bloodshot, whispered something in her ear.
A deluge of kisses rained down, suffocating her breath, forcing her teeth apart, and savagely sweeping away her desire.
He wrapped his long arms tightly around her, and she hugged him back tightly.
A seagull rested quietly on the beach after the volcanic eruption, taking a long time to catch its breath. Fu Linzheng licked her earlobe: "Have you had enough fun?"
She smiled gently: "That's enough, I like it so much..."
"Wait, I'll remember everything."
We'll get it all back then.
Rong Weiyue was lifted up softly by him, her back against his chest. She pulled up the fabric and gave it to him, saying shyly, "Fu Linzheng, why do you have so many..."
Just now, around seven or eight minutes ago, "I was originally going to leave it for you."
She blushed, "Here you go, you're in charge of washing it clean..."
Fu Linzheng smiled and kissed her cheek. "Didn't you just hand it to me?"
She hummed softly, and Fu Linzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Do every single one like this from now on, okay?"
I really want to coax her to put it back on.
She had never seen anyone so wicked. "No way..."
Fu Linzheng got up and picked her up. She lazily let him serve her. Then she sat by the washbasin and watched him patiently scrub her. This was only the second time since their marriage.
After washing it clean, Fu Linzheng put it into a special sterilization and drying machine.
After they finished washing up, Fu Linzheng carried her out of the master bedroom. Rong Weiyue asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"
Fu Linzheng smirked, "You've made such a mess of the bed, how are we supposed to sleep tonight?"
She looked and saw that it was indeed a deep abyss; she hadn't even realized it herself. She buried her face in her hands and said, "That's all your fault..."
Fu Linzheng smiled and said "Hmm," then whispered, "If you keep going like this, you'll probably need to replace the mattress."
I've graduated before, so I've had this experience before.
"Then, how about we put a pad underneath?"
He laughed, "Would padding help?"
Rong Weiyue didn't know what skill Fu Linzheng had mastered that made her like this, and it seemed he had even better skills after six years...
Lying down in her bedroom next door, she nestled in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in his ear; the man's addiction, having just been satisfied with just one time, was still not gone.
As they spoke, the little girl blushed and hugged him tightly, meowing softly. Fu Linzheng coaxed her in a low voice, "Did you like it just now?"
She stared blankly, "What do you like?"
"I like it when I kiss you like that."
She understood the implication in his words and responded softly. Fu Linzheng licked his lips and said, "Baby, I'm thirsty. Can we kiss a little longer?"
Rong Weiyue looked at him softly: "You can only kiss for a little while..."
Fu Linzheng laughed, leaned over, and pulled the blanket over his head.
The night was long outside the window, the wind rustled through the gauze curtains, and the moonlight poured down.
-
The stars disappeared.
The next day, the bright sunshine illuminated the city.
When Rong Weiyue woke up, she felt a hand across her waist and her back pressed against her chest.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself encircled in Fu Linzheng's arms; he had unusually woken up later than her.
Looking around, they realized they were in another guest room.
As her thoughts returned, she recalled how last night, while they were kissing, they started discussing food again. Fu Linzheng was grilling clams, prying open two layers of covering from his lips to his two fingers.
When clams are placed on charcoal, they open automatically as they cook, releasing sizzling juices that drip into the charcoal. The clam meat is very fresh and sweet.
The little girl loved him, but she was so tired that she fell asleep in his arms. She had no idea how he cleaned her up afterwards.
I was bold when I was drunk, but shy when I woke up. Now, all the absurd things that happened last night came back to mind, and only then did I belatedly feel ashamed.
Waaaaah, how could she be so brave last night? QAQ...
Unable to stay any longer and wanting to escape, she carefully moved the man's hand away from her waist. Just as she was about to get down, a force pulled her back again, and the man's deep, husky voice came: "Why are you running?"
"Hmm..."
She was turned over and met his intense dark eyes. "When did you wake up?"
"You woke up a long time ago, and you were snuggling in my arms. How could I possibly sleep so early?"
Men are never to be trifled with in the morning, and Rong Weiyue's heart pounded as she was poked, her cheeks flushed like warm peach buns. "I didn't..."
"Nothing? You were staring at me for ages just now."
Sensing his growing audacity, she felt danger and muttered, "Fu Linzheng, take it away..."
He laughed, "What, you liked it last night and wanted to watch it, but now you're hiding?"
Fu Linzheng stared straight at her, and seeing her evasive eyes, he knew she was shy. He relaxed his lips and asked, "How much do you remember about last night?"
"W-what happened last night?"
He sneered, "So you're saying you drank yourself into oblivion again, huh?"
She replied matter-of-factly, "Well, I don't remember anything."
The same excuse was used twice, and Fu Linzheng's eyes gleamed with malice:
"Sure, it's okay if you don't remember. We'll reenact the scene to help you recall."
Rong Weiyue blushed and quickly surrendered: "I remember, I remember, don't come again."
She raised her arms to encircle his neck. Fu Linzheng looked down at her and asked in a low, gentle voice, "Does that feel uncomfortable?"
Rong Weiyue whispered, "A little..."
Fu Linzheng helped her check, and she bit her lip in embarrassment, her pink lips darkening his eyes. He swallowed hard, resisting the urge to kiss her again.
"A little...baby."
"It's all your fault..."
Fu Linzheng laughed: "Isn't it because you're too delicate? Even using a penis can make you swell up. I haven't even used a penis yet. If I did, how many times could you withstand it?"
Even swallowing it was difficult back then, let alone...
A romantic scene kept flashing through her mind. Afraid she might cling to him again, Rong Weiyue snuggled out of his arms. "I need to get up..."
The kitten ran away, and he smiled helplessly.
After a while, Rong Weiyue finished washing up and came out to see Fu Linzheng cleaning up the two battlefields from the previous night.
Fu Linzheng teased, "I should have known better than to move rooms last night."
She felt this person had gone too far, thinking, "I was about to go to sleep anyway."
He put his arm around her and said casually, "It's okay, I had the foresight to have five guest rooms in the house."
"..."
Rong Weiyue was so embarrassed that she wanted to leave, but he picked her up. She looked wary and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Weighing yourself? What do you think it's for?" Fu Linzheng smiled. "Rong Weiyue, do you think I want to eat you all day long?"
"..." Isn't that right?
She walked up to the scale, weighed herself, and found she had gained 0.2 kilograms. She was overjoyed, exclaiming, "I've gained weight!"
Fu Linzheng smiled helplessly, "It's only 0.2, why are you making such a big deal out of it like it weighs 20 pounds?"
"Well, you worked so hard last night, it's not easy for you to get back to normal now."
Fu Linzheng narrowed his eyes, "Alright, if that's how you see it, I should probably fatten you up a bit more recently, otherwise what if you lose weight again after a few rounds of this?"
"..."
She didn't want to talk to him anymore.
He walked to the restaurant and put her down at the island counter. The little white fluffy dumpling ran over and nibbled on Fu Linzheng's trouser leg. Later, her mother stuck her foot to her side, clearly showing her double standards first thing in the morning. Fu Linzheng laughed angrily, "Fu Huhu, see if I make you anything to eat today."
Rong Weiyue smiled and picked up Hu Hu, "Baby, it's okay, Mommy will make it for you."
Fu Linzheng gently pinched her cheek, "Rong Weiyue, all you know how to do is help your son, right?"
She raised an eyebrow and said, "Hurry up and cook..."
Then Rong Weiyue took out her phone, quickly processed the messages, and sent a message to Yin Lu: [Baby, how are you today?]
After a while, the person on the other end called back, saying that they slept through the night and had just woken up. "Yueyue, I've found that I'm not as heartbroken as I imagined about breaking up. Why is that?"
Rong Weiyue thought of what she had experienced before and pursed her lips: "That's probably because you didn't like him that much. It's especially sad to break up with someone you really like."
The phone was on speakerphone, and Fu Linzheng, who was diligently picking the eggshells out of the egg liquid, looked over.
She added, "But such a jerk isn't worth it; don't let him affect your mood."
Yin Lu nodded vigorously: "That's right. He used to stand me up all the time and give me the silent treatment. I'm so relieved now. The post I made on WeChat last night was so satisfying, hahaha."
Rong Weiyue asked her about what happened last night, and Yin Lu said that Hu An dropped her off at her building and then left. "You know what, Brother Nut is pretty righteous. He was so cool fighting last night. I originally thought he was a weak IT guy."
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but smile: "You can't judge a book by its cover. He even played basketball with Hu'an High School. Why don't you find a chance to thank him?"
"Of course! I'll treat you to dinner another day, and you and Fu Linzheng can come too."
Why can't this person understand her hints?
Rong Weiyue smiled helplessly and said okay.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linzheng walked over, suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, and leaned down to kiss her. She blinked in surprise, and after a long while, he looked at her and said in a hoarse voice:
"We're married now, so we'll never break up, you know? Don't even think about escaping."
He was afraid she would overthink what she said when she was drunk last night, and what she had just said, so he immediately wanted to respond and give her enough reassurance.
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then smiled and looked up at him: "Yes, I won't run away."
They want to be together forever.
Fu Linzheng went back to fry eggs, and Rong Weiyue asked curiously, "Does Hu'an have feelings for Yin Lu?"
He raised an eyebrow: "You figured it out?"
"Isn't it pretty obvious? Hu'an is even fighting over Yinlu."
Fu Linzheng scoffed, "Fine, if a fight is all it takes, then didn't I fight enough for you back then?"
"..."
She gave a guilty smile, and Fu Linzheng came over with milk and eggs. "He does like it, but Yin Lu had a boyfriend before, so he didn't dare to do anything."
Rong Weiyue helped take the fruit salad and toast and followed, saying, "You really like it? When was that?"
"I've had a crush on him since high school, and I haven't met anyone else who makes my heart flutter in the past few years."
"Should we try to set them up? I'm not very good at this, but I can give it a shot."
Fu Linzheng looked into her bright eyes and thought he had never seen anyone cuter than his daughter. He smiled and kissed her cheek: "No rush. Let Hu'an work on this first. You should focus on living your married life first, understand? Mrs. Fu."
She said "oh" and smiled.
On weekends at home, Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng's life was indeed as sweet as honey, and they became even more intimate.
Unlike her reserved state at the beginning of their marriage, she is now slowly opening herself up in front of him. She can be coquettish and playful, and she can express her emotions directly. She is becoming more and more like a child, and Fu Linzheng wants to spoil her like a child.
She used to reject marriage and couldn't imagine the meaning of getting married. Now she knows, and she can't imagine what's good about getting married to anyone other than Fu Linzheng.
What she had always dreamed of has finally come true.
And to my surprise, it was even better than I had imagined.
The weekend passed, and the days rolled forward to December. Fu Linzheng was busy with work and was going abroad again.
He first went to Spain as a special guest to participate in the recording of an international motorsports documentary, and then went to Switzerland to attend an international business summit. The whole trip took about a week, and he said he wouldn't be back until the 10th.
Number 10...
He asked her what was wrong, and Rong Weiyue shook her head: "Nothing, then you go on your business trip and I'll work hard too."
She said she was fine, but on the first day after he left, she started to miss him.
Fortunately, they video chat every night. Unlike before when he would disappear after training, Fu Linzheng now shares what he does every day with her and reports his real-time movements to her, making her feel that she is still very close to him.
However, she's not that clingy; she spends most of her time busy with work.
Days passed, and finally December 8th arrived.
When Rong Weiyue woke up in the morning, her phone was flooded with birthday wishes from her parents, her younger brother, Yin Lu, Xia Qiantang, Ni Yin, and many other friends.
When she arrived at the studio in the morning, the staff had prepared flowers and gifts for her, which surprised and touched her deeply.
Sheng Liu called her again, saying that the birthday gift had been sent back. "What are your plans for today, Yueyue? How are you going to celebrate your birthday?"
"Nothing's planned, just work as usual."
Sheng Liu carefully coaxed her, "Then let's go out for a meal with our friends? Anyway, let's have a good time today, and we'll celebrate your birthday again next week when Mom and Dad come back to China, okay?"
Rong Chengye's voice came from the other end, deliberately softening: "Relax a bit, don't always be so busy with work."
Rong Weiyue took a bite of the cream cake and put it in her mouth, saying lightly, "Okay."
After finishing her work, Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng talked on the phone as usual at noon, chatting about their daily work. He reminded her to drink her Chinese medicine after lunch. He went to eat too, and seeing his lack of reaction, she muttered, "You don't have anything to say..."
A silent laugh came from the other end: "So, what else do you want to talk about?"
She stirred the beef curry omelet rice in her bowl with a spoon. "It's nothing, you should go eat."
"Um."
After the call ended, she sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
This guy, while performing magic, said he'd always remember her birthday, but he forgot it the moment he turned around. Men's words are just that—lies...
I don't know if he was trying to surprise her or what, but it's understandable if he really forgot, since he's been working non-stop abroad.
After lunch, as she was about to take a nap, she received a call from her high school: "Is this Rong Weiyue, a graduate of the class of 2017?"
"Yes, and who are you?"
The other party said that he was the director of the Academic Affairs Office of Lan Gao, and asked gently, "Your student records are being sorted and archived recently. We found some problems with the records and need you to come back and sign them. Is it convenient for you to come over this afternoon? It won't take you too long."
Rong Weiyue was puzzled, not knowing what kind of material it was, but she still agreed: "Okay, I'll go over this afternoon."
Around 3 p.m., after finishing her work, she went to Langao.
It was during class time, and the campus was bustling with people, filled with youthful faces. As she walked up the steps of the administration building, she was surprised to see several school leaders waiting at the entrance.
The principal was among them.
Standing next to him was her former homeroom teacher, Bing Feng. Rong Weiyue walked up to them, and Bing Feng introduced them to her one by one with a smile: the vice principal in charge of logistics and infrastructure, the leaders of the academic affairs office and the moral education office, and the head of the school's music group, who was her violin competition instructor back then.
No, what's going on here...?
Rong Weiyue greeted them in a daze, "Didn't I just come back today to sign some documents?"
The vice principal handed her a bouquet of flowers, speaking in a friendly tone:
"Welcome home, Rong Weiyue."
She hesitated for a moment before taking the gift. Hearing the word "go home," her heart warmed. "Thank you, teacher..."
The principal smiled and explained to her, "Weiyue, the reason we asked you to come back today is not to sign any academic documents, but to ask you to sign a donation commemorative book—this is a special arrangement prepared for you by Fu Linzheng."
She was stunned. "Donate... a commemorative book?"
The principal simply smiled and said, "Come with us, and you'll see."
Accompanied by several teachers, Rong Weiyue walked through the administration building and onto the familiar ginkgo avenue. A thin layer of ice covered the lake beside her. After crossing the wooden bridge over the lake, she saw a brand new building on the opposite bank—
What was once an abandoned playground now stands quietly with a tall, moon-white building, like a bright lighthouse in the deep sea.
The building is four stories high, with an arched exterior resembling the shape of a moon. Looking up, Rong Weiyue can see three prominent characters on the light gray and off-white brick walls:
Zhengyue Tower.
She froze.
Zhengyue Tower...
She followed the school leaders into the building. The interior was warm and inviting. The lobby had a double-height ceiling with a crescent-shaped dome chandelier hanging from the top. The corridors on both sides extended symmetrically to the left and right.
The winter sun shines through the window, making the whole building feel warm and dignified, like a piece of music that has been buried for many years and is finally being unveiled.
Bing Feng said, "This building is a music complex, donated by Lin Zheng in your joint name, to fulfill your shared wish."
Rong Weiyue's heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly remembered that when Fu Linzheng first brought her to the school's practice room in high school, because there were few practice rooms, they almost got into a conflict with other students who wanted to practice. She said at the time that she hoped to build a music building for the school when she had money in the future, and Fu Linzheng said he would do it with her.
They later broke up, and she thought that her childish wish had long since disappeared, but he always kept it in his heart.
Bing Feng said, "This building was just completed two days ago. Today is a small commemorative ceremony. Lin Zheng said you are shy and don't like too many people, so we invited you to participate."
Rong Weiyue shook her head and hurriedly said, "Actually, I... I didn't know anything about it. I didn't do anything. It was Lin Zheng who funded it. This memorial ceremony will have to wait for him to come back."
The vice principal smiled faintly: "Lin Zheng said that he was abroad and couldn't come back in time, so he asked us to invite you to participate. Besides, you are husband and wife. He wrote both of your names on the donation document. He said that he was just fulfilling this wish for you first."
The head of the teaching department said with emotion, "Weiyue, we are not only grateful for this donation, but also for your love for Lanzhou High School."
Her eyes welled up slightly as the teachers led her on a tour. The first floor had two small concert halls, and further up were music classrooms, rehearsal rooms, and teachers' offices. The third floor had various types of practice rooms for violins, pianos, and orchestras, and the top floor was a recording studio for teachers and students to create music.
All the designs for this building were meticulously finalized by Fu Linzheng and his team of designers back then.
The music teacher smiled and said, "Weiyue, I remember before one of your violin competitions, Fu Linzheng asked me for a practice room spot. But because the school has a limited number of practice rooms, students who didn't want to delay their art exams could only come to practice at five in the morning. But now there are eight more practice rooms, so everyone will have more space in the future."
When Rong Weiyue was in high school, she couldn't practice the piano at home, so Fu Linzheng would buy breakfast in the morning and secretly pick her up to go to school. Every time she practiced the piano, he would read outside. Whenever she looked outside, he was always there.
During those many lonely and unbearable mornings, he steadfastly stayed by her side.
She held onto a dream that was not well-regarded.
And he stayed by her side.
Rong Weiyue's nose stung with tears. At the corner of the corridor, she saw a small bronze plaque with gold lettering. The teacher said it was written by Fu Linzheng:
A faint moon reflects in the vast sky, and our original aspirations illuminate the path ahead.
—To everyone who has found their dreams in music, may you be fearless on the road ahead and reach the destination you envision.
Rong Weiyue looked on, her eyes reddening.
Back in the hall, the principals asked Rong Weiyue to unveil the red curtain on the stone tablet. She unveiled it, and there were three gilded characters engraved on it: "Zhengyue Tower".
At the very bottom is "Donors: Rong Weiyue, Fu Linzheng"
And in the middle of the stone tablet, there is another sentence:
The journey is long, but the moon remains bright; though there are gatherings and separations, dreams are always fulfilled.
Bing Feng said, "This building was donated by Lin Zheng when he was a junior in college."
She was stunned: "Junior year?"
"That year, after Fu Linzheng won the world championship, he returned to his alma mater and said he would donate the prize money to the school to build this music building in your name."
Bing Feng said that when he returned to sign the donation agreement, the teachers asked Fu Linzheng what name he wanted to give the building. He remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice: "Let's call it Zhengyue Building."
What Zheng Yue represents has never been conquering the moon.
Rather, it was only on his long journey that the moon briefly illuminated him.
Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears: "But at that time, we had already broken up..."
Everyone was also surprised. Bing Feng suddenly remembered what happened back then: "No wonder. Back then, we thought he was coming back to donate on your behalf. We thought you were still together. I was so happy that day that I even took out your high school graduation photos to show him."
That day in the office, Bing Feng held up the graduation photo of Class 6, Grade 17, pointed to Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue standing together in it, and proudly told the teachers around him:
"This is our class's golden couple, Lin Zheng and Wei Yue. They're handsome and beautiful, and they both get good grades. They're still together now, and their relationship is really great. Lin Zheng, when you get married and have your wedding banquet in the future, your teacher will give you a big red envelope, hahaha."
After Bing Feng finished speaking, he noticed that Fu Linzheng's dark eyes darkened and instantly turned red, revealing a complex mix of emotions.
At the time, he didn't understand what that emotion represented, nor did he know that those words were like a knife stabbing into his heart.
Bing Feng said that Lin Zheng took the photo later. After the donation agreement was signed that day, the leaders left one after another, but he saw Fu Lin Zheng sitting alone on the fire escape stairs, holding the graduation photo in his hand, his fingertips clenched so tightly that they turned white.
He remained motionless with his head bowed, his eyelashes pressed low to cover the crimson of his eyes, while his shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell silently, wetting the corners of the photograph.
He was already a world champion, renowned worldwide, and surrounded by glory. Yet, at that moment, in that narrow, dimly lit stairwell, his back was bent, and he looked as if his spine had been shattered, filled with loneliness and desolation.
He was embraced by the whole world, but she alone left him behind.
Even if he achieves more, she will no longer be by his side.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears. Then, Bing Feng took out an old, yellowed envelope from his pocket and handed it to her:
“When Zhengyue Building was being built, Lin Zheng asked me to keep this letter safe. He said that no matter what happens in the future, when the building is completed and you come back to the school to visit, I will give you this letter.”
She took it and was excited to see that it was a creamy white color with a moonlight-like texture. She untied the three thin threads sealing the envelope, took out the letter inside, and saw a short passage written on it by Fu Linzheng in fountain pen:
To Weiyue:
We used to joke that when we grew up we would donate a building to Langao, and now I've helped you fulfill that high school dream.
If one day you are willing to come back and see this building, I hope you will remember the happy times you had at Langao, and that it has nothing to do with me.
No matter what the future holds, I hope you have the life you want.
May this life be filled with peace, prosperity, joy, and tranquility.
—Fu Linzheng
2019.11.21
His handwriting is vigorous and powerful, each stroke deeply engraved on the paper. Every sentence is filled with love, which has crossed mountains and rivers and endured the years, finally arriving in her hands today.
It turns out that he had already stopped resenting her a long time ago.
Even though she spoke so resolutely when they broke up, saying she would never look back, he still did so much for her behind the scenes...
Fu Linzheng fulfilled their wish not to prove how outstanding he was, but because the names engraved together on the monument seemed to represent that they were still together.
He tried his best to cherish and preserve the memories they shared.
She only found out today.
It turned out he loved her even more than she had imagined…
Rong Weiyue clutched the letter, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
Suddenly, snow began to fall outside the window. The white snowflakes, like fluffy cotton, drifted silently, enveloping the world in a crystal-clear blanket.
The vice principal, seeing what was happening outside, smiled and reminded him:
"Weiyue, it's snowing. Someone's here to pick you up."
Rong Weiyue turned around abruptly and saw a familiar silver-black Bugatti driving up and stopping in front of Zhengyue Tower.
The driver's side door was pushed open, and a pair of black ankle boots stepped onto the snow.
A man stepped out of the car, wearing a long gray-black cashmere coat. He stood tall with straight shoulders and back, and his scarf revealed a face with distinct features, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, exuding a deep and noble air.
Amidst the swirling snowflakes, Fu Linzheng held an umbrella, cradling a bunch of pale pink ice cream lilies in his arms. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders as he gazed at her, his eyes softening with tenderness.
It felt like I was back on my eighteenth birthday.
On that snowy night, he appeared before her in the same way.
Rong Weiyue's eyes stung, and without hesitation, she ran outside.
She traversed six years of separation, through countless days and nights.
This time, it was her turn to run resolutely towards him.
Fu Linzheng opened his arms, and she threw herself into his embrace, which instantly dispelled all the chill.
The snow swirled and rolled across the world, yet it seemed as if only they remained.
Rong Weiyue hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face: "Fu Linzheng..."
A deep, husky male voice descended upon her head:
"Do you still want to believe that the flights that come to you are never delayed?"
The man holding the umbrella pulled her closer, his burning gaze lowered to look at her, and a smile played on his lips:
"Happy birthday, baby. I'm home."
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