Chapter 45: "The margin call is coming."
Chapter 45
Fu Linzheng has always been mischievous and playful, even back in high school.
At a class reunion after graduation, she chatted happily with other boys and deliberately provoked him. That night, Fu Linzheng dragged her to his apartment.
Her slender wrists were tied to the corner of the bed, like a fluffy kitten lying on its back. Fu Linzheng's strong, iron-like body trapped her like a wall. He pounded the moon with his mole, saying wickedly:
"Sweetie, count for yourself. You have to hit him a hundred times."
This was beyond imagination. Rong Weiyue quickly cried and said no, but Fu Linzheng showed no mercy and was extremely wicked: "No what? Don't children need to be punished with a ruler when they misbehave?"
The ruler fell repeatedly in his hand, finally soaking through as if he had scooped it out. Her face was flushed from crying. Fu Linzheng kissed her earlobe and sighed, "Baby, out of a hundred strokes, you only... did it three times. How can you be so spineless?"
She cried in embarrassment, saying she would never talk to him again. Fu Linzheng pulled her up and began to thrust wildly. That night, until the sky began to lighten, she was too tired to move and he picked her up. They walked across the messy ground and the scattered umbrellas. The kitten was covered in coconut juice, and he was covered in hers too.
She had witnessed firsthand how wicked this person was.
Six years from now, it will only be worse than before.
His bold words pierced her earlobe, causing her heart to tremble. Rong Weiyue's delicate cheeks flushed instantly, her heart pounding wildly, and she burst with embarrassment: "Fu Linzheng..."
How could this person be like this...?
Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and coaxed her, "Don't you want to measure it? Let it out to play for a bit, okay?"
If this is released, it probably won't be able to be locked up again in a few hours...
Rong Weiyue's eyelashes fluttered like butterflies in the rainy night. Coaxed by him, she ultimately couldn't resist the hidden desires in her bones and obediently did as he said.
Six years later, the ruler was even more ferocious and terrifying, with blue and purple veins distributed like the Alps, and black moles that were alluring. From any angle, it was an exaggerated sight beyond human comprehension.
The little girl seemed to have wandered into a Russian-style bakery, browsed around, and wanted to buy a large loaf of bread. She casually grabbed it to be weighed, and the clerk smiled and said:
"Oh my, this is our store's hidden gem, the biggest and thickest bread king. Usually, very few people can pick it right away. Most customers can't finish it by themselves. You're really amazing."
Rong Weiyue: I want to cry QAQ.
Her cheeks were as red as if they were being heated by a welding torch, as if dripping blood. Fu Linzheng pressed his fingertips against her soft lips, his voice deep and husky: "Baby, do you see? It likes you so much."
After the man and the little girl bought some bread, they went to the egg wholesale store next door: "They're heavy, there's still a lot left."
She was lifted up and her face turned bright red.
It was like that last night and this afternoon, so why is it still like that now...?
Fu Linzheng asked her what she thought, and she, never one to back down, exhaled softly and admitted, "I love it..."
The man's lips curled into a smile. Rong Weiyue took the ruler, but he stopped her, his voice deep and resonant: "Baby, not now, it's not quite right yet."
Rong Weiyue: ? ?
It's already like this... and it still hasn't happened?!
Seeing her wide eyes, Fu Linzheng smiled seductively and said, "It's okay, baby, you can just say hello to it."
She learned to drive a manual car at driving school in college, and she was already very skilled at reversing into a parking space. However, after a while, the breathing above her head became heavier and heavier, and the man's arms tightened. Rong Weiyue looked up at him with her charming eyes and said, "It really likes me."
This is insane! How can you fish like this?
Fu Linzheng knew she was a real treasure. His throat was dry and burning, and his eyes were filled with unspoken thoughts. He savored the sweetness of her lips and after a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Baby, it's okay now."
She exaggeratedly acted as if she had reached a new level.
A comparison reveals—
The 20-centimeter ruler was too short.
Rong Weiyue's mind went blank. After measuring the two sections, Fu Linzheng asked leisurely, "How much?"
Rong Weiyue whispered numbers in his ear, her voice soft and tearful: "Fu Linzheng, can you please stop being so terrifying..."
The man chuckled softly, "Didn't you say it was just average?"
"..."
She made some outrageous remarks.
No wonder she found it so difficult back then; the game was like entering hell mode right from the start. How could a gaming newbie possibly succeed? She gave him a wronged look: "I knew we wouldn't be matched..."
"Weren't they all matched perfectly?"
She blushed, "It was very difficult..."
Fu Linzheng chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his deep, resonant voice sinking into her ear: "Yes, baby, you're so shallow, I can always reach... the mouth."
The small bottle of plum wine had a limited capacity, and the cork was almost overflowing the bottle. That was terrible! She covered her face in embarrassment. Fu Linzheng praised, "But baby is great. It's difficult at first, but after a few more times, it will be easier and easier."
She had said she wouldn't listen to him, but when she looked up, she couldn't help but block his voice. Fu Linzheng instantly grabbed the back of her neck and took the initiative.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise building reflected the dim, warm light of the study. Occasionally, a breeze would blow through, causing the sheer curtains to sway gently, and the off-white nightgown to be wrinkled by the wind.
After a long while, Fu Linzheng lowered his eyes to look at the table where the little girl in his arms was sitting, and sighed in a hoarse voice, "Why are there so many?"
She's such a treasure.
Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed red, thankful that she had pushed the tools away earlier. She bit his Adam's apple, "It's all because of you..."
"Okay, I'll handle it in a bit."
He held her tightly, his breathing heavy: "Let's go back to the room and continue, okay?"
Having been separated for six years, how could it be enough to just have her last night and afternoon? When the girl got home that night, he thought about it and just wanted to explore every corner of her world.
The same was true for Rong Weiyue. Back in high school, she had already gotten used to his big appetite. His little cat paws scratched at her, and she also wanted to try the big loaf of bread. Her red lips uttered softly, "Mmm..."
The next moment, Fu Linzheng simply picked her up and carried her on his back.
The night outside the window was quiet, the whole city was shrouded in twilight, and the neon lights in the distance cast blurry shadows on the glass. The car lights on the street cast long, thin beams of light, like a flowing galaxy.
Rong Weiyue sank into the soft embrace, and a kiss landed on her lips. After a while, Fu Linzheng opened the drawer. "Baby, how about we try this tonight?"
She saw the nude pubic area, her eyes widened, and she remembered how terrified she used to be of it. "Can you please not..."
He kissed the tip of her nose, asking knowingly, "Why don't you want it?"
She pouted, "I will... have a lot."
Fu Linzheng curled his lips into a smile: "What can't you do? You can do anything I use."
In matters like this, Fu Linzheng was decisive and forceful. He pulled his bathrobe over and placed it under the spot where she was lying, then embraced her.
"Baby, put your leg on my shoulder."
Inside the room, the night wind swept in through the window, causing the white gauze curtains to flutter gently. Her heart pounded like a drum, and she was drawn into the vortex.
-
The sun rose the next day.
The sky outside the window was a deep, clear blue, with a few fluffy clouds drifting in the air.
Rong Weiyue groggily opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.
She looked around; she was in a guest room.
She rolled over and felt like a soft, squishy rice ball that had been kneaded again, with lots of sushi vinegar added, making it sour.
At this moment, the rice ball was completely unwrapped with seaweed, white and shiny, but pink all over, like it was sprinkled with cherry blossom petals.
Waaah, I'm so tired...
Rong Weiyue thought of yesterday's result again—22.5.
Is this a normal Asian man...?
The key issue is that its diameter is also quite large, sob sob sob.
But doing what you love with the person you love is really joyful. She loves being intimate with Fu Linzheng and is happy just being with him.
The little rice ball rolled around a couple of times, barely managing to get used to the acidity of the sushi vinegar.
The room was empty. She lay on her pillow, took out her phone, and called Fu Linzheng.
The man was walking out of the conference room after finishing a meeting. He was wearing a well-tailored dark charcoal gray three-piece suit, with a black overcoat draped over his shoulders. He had one hand in his pocket, his shoulders and back were straight, outlining a cold and sharp profile. His black leather shoes stomped on the ground, the sound of his footsteps was cold, hard and clear, and he walked with a gust of wind.
Having just finished a high-level meeting, his expression remained aloof, followed by a large group of executives and assistants. His phone vibrated in his pocket; seeing it was Rong Weiyue, his expression softened, and he answered:
"Baby, are you awake?"
Rong Weiyue responded and murmured softly, "Where are you? I didn't see you when I woke up."
"My dad asked me to come to the company for a meeting. After it's over, I'll go buy groceries and cook for you when I get home. Wait for me to come home."
His tone was tender and affectionate, completely different from his demeanor last night. She hummed softly, "Okay, what do you want to buy?"
"Pickled cabbage fish, braised chicken with scallion oil, and your favorite radish and scallop soup, what else would you like to eat, baby?"
"I'd also like a cherry mousse."
He smiled and said, "Okay, then get up, wash up, and have breakfast first. Don't go hungry, okay?"
"good……"
Huai Yu, standing behind Fu Linzheng, listened silently, secretly shocked.
Who would have thought that the usually aloof and pampered young master Fu would go grocery shopping and cook for his wife after marriage, calling her "baby" all the time? His husbandly instincts are just too strong...
After the call ended, Rong Weiyue got up to wash up and walked out of the guest room. Hu Hu ran over, and she smiled, hugged Hu Hu, ate breakfast first, and then ordered some other things.
Then she went to the study, where the desk was clean and tidy, showing no signs of the mischief she had caused the night before.
Her face flushed as she tried to suppress her memories and went to handle her business. Hu Hu stayed by her side. At noon, Fu Linzheng returned, carrying a pile of groceries and the fruit and desserts he had bought for her.
Fu Linzheng walked into the study, and Rong Weiyue was captivated by his elegant and handsome appearance today. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "You're back?"
"There was a bit of traffic on the way," he said, touching her face. "Are you hungry?"
Rong Weiyue said she had eaten breakfast and pushed the tablet to him: "Before I finish painting, I asked you to design a longevity peach for Grandpa's birthday. We'll start making it next week. Is that enough time?"
"There's still time. The old man's birthday is next March."
Fu Linzheng looked at the picture and said it was very beautiful. Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "I thought this was just a personal token of my appreciation, so I won't charge you. I'll refund your deposit."
Fu Linzheng leaned against the table, a smile playing on his lips as he gently rubbed her earlobe. "What, now that you're a granddaughter-in-law, you want to do your best?"
Rong Weiyue blushed, "You were originally the one who helped my studio, mainly because you spent money to buy it from me and then gave it to Grandpa, it felt a bit strange..."
"This money isn't just for you; it's related to the entire studio. Besides, we're married now, so why should we be dividing it between you and me?"
Fu Linzheng said that since he had spent the money, he wouldn't take it back. He contributed money and she contributed her efforts, which represented her feelings. "It doesn't matter. The old man doesn't care about these things. He's overjoyed to have a granddaughter-in-law."
Rong Weiyue smiled shyly and gently: "Alright then, I'll prepare a gift for Grandpa for his birthday later."
She got up and snuggled into his arms, looking at him with bright eyes. Fu Linzheng patted her head and teased her casually, "What's wrong? Why are you so clingy today? Did I make you feel good last night?"
"..."
She blushed, "Fu Linzheng, can you be serious for once...?"
The man looked down at her, a roguish smile on his face: "Didn't you? Do you need me to help you remember what you were like last night?"
She told him to stop talking, "I wanted you to push me back in my wheelchair, I'm too tired to walk."
Fu Linzheng lowered his voice with a smile: "Then you'll cling to me today, and I'll take care of you? I'll hold you while we eat, hold you while we sleep, hold you while we go to the toilet, hold you..."
She smiled shyly: "No way!"
In the end, he carried her out to the kitchen. Fu Linzheng held her in one arm and prepared the vegetables with the other. Then he saw a bowl of oysters and narrowed his eyes: "What's this?"
She mumbled, "I ordered this for you, to help you recover..."
Oysters are good for generating wealth, Fu Linzheng said, biting her earlobe: "You still think I haven't saved enough, huh?"
She blushed, "I don't care, you have to take care of yourself these next few days, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."
Fu Linzheng pressed his tongue against his cheek and said mischievously, "Fine, I'll eat whatever you buy, anyway, it'll all end up nourishing you in the end."
"...?"
How can he repair it while wearing it...?
She jumped shyly off his lap, stopped talking about the topic, and went to help wash the vegetables.
Lunch was a sumptuous meal of three dishes and a soup. Rong Weiyue said she had made too much, but Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow and said, "It's alright, we're all manual laborers now."
She gave an "oh" and lowered her lips.
The two sat down side by side at the dining table. Before eating, Fu Linzheng seemed to remember something, took out his phone and took several pictures of the black rope bracelet on his wrist, then sent them to Xia Sili, saying leisurely:
[I was wondering why my hands were so itchy, and when I looked down, I realized it was a bracelet my wife had made for me.]
Fu Linzheng's hands were very beautiful. The back of his hands was broad, the bones were long and distinct, and the blue veins meandered and protruded along the tendons. His fingers were long and slender and cold. He usually controlled the steering wheel of the race car with precision, with a full sense of power and control. At this moment, he was wearing a moon wedding ring on his ring finger, and his wrist was tied with a black rope.
Xia Sili: [?? Wei Yue made this for you, huh? You've brought you happiness again!]
Fu Linzheng sighed: "[A necklace and a bracelet again, Wei Yue said she just wants to keep me tied down. What can I do? Are married people always so restricted?]"
Xia Sili: [...]
Can he rush over and hit him?
Fu Linzheng wasn't satisfied with just showing off to Xia Sili; he also shared it in a group chat with seven friends. A few of them, feeling insulted by the public display of affection, started cursing. Xia Qiantang commented: "@Rong Weiyue, Yueyue, you need to step in and do something about this. Your husband is being too smug."
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh, just as Fu Linzheng took the phone and replied for her: 【My husband, I spoil him.】
Xia Qiantang: [...]?
Hu'an: [? ?]
Xia Sili: [It was definitely A-Zheng who replied using Wei Yue's phone.]
Fu Zecheng: [Fu Linzheng, stop pretending.]
Rong Weiyue saw this, gulping down her juice, her eyes crinkling into stars: "See? Everyone can tell. This isn't something I would say."
Fu Linzheng scoffed and pulled her into his arms. "What, you don't think that way? You eat the food I cook and drink the juice I squeeze, Rong Weiyue, can't you have a conscience?"
She hid her smile in the corner of her eye: "Okay, okay, I'll spoil you."
After dinner, Rong Weiyue went to the music room and took out the new zither that Fu Linzheng had given her yesterday to try it out.
The piano music was exceptionally beautiful, with a noticeably better tone and sound quality than before, warm and light.
She was engrossed in her thoughts when a message popped up on her phone a while later. It was from Ke Yinmeng: [Weiyue, I've been busy with concert preparations lately and haven't had time to contact you. How about we meet up and chat next week?]
After Ke Yinmeng joined her at the concert, they haven't been in contact since. Mainly, she doesn't know what to talk about with her anymore, since they're now in different circles.
When they were little, Rong Weiyue and Ke Yinmeng were known as the "violin sisters" at the institution. They were inseparable. One winter, the institution's heating broke down, so Rong Weiyue bought roasted sweet potatoes and huddled in the practice room with Ke Yinmeng. They agreed that one of them would play the violin while the other warmed their hands with the roasted sweet potatoes, and they would take turns practicing. They had agreed not to steal the sweet potatoes, but in the end, they laughed and fought over them to finish the sweet potatoes.
Now, only Ke Yinmeng has realized her dream.
Rong Weiyue thought of the wonderful times they had shared and couldn't find a reason to refuse: "Okay, if you have time."
Rong Weiyue locked her phone and stared blankly for a while. Then someone wrapped their arms around her from behind, enveloping her in a familiar, cool minty scent.
"Kitten?" A deep, languid voice sounded in my ear.
She paused for a moment on the sofa, then turned to meet Fu Linzheng's raised eyebrows. "What are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought."
She blinked and said she was fine, snuggling into his arms to absorb his warmth. Fu Linzheng pinched her cheek and grinned nonchalantly.
"I've noticed you're getting more and more clingy lately. You miss me this much after just one hour apart?"
"Mmm...I miss you."
Fu Linzheng looked down at her, "Why don't you go back to your room and tell me you miss me?"
She blushed and scolded him, "It's broad daylight..."
The man leaned back lazily on the sofa, no longer teasing her, and asked if something was on her mind. Rong Weiyue told him what had just happened: "A friend who used to practice piano contacted me and asked me to get together next week if I'm free."
"Male or female?"
"A man."
? ? ?
He pulled her close, his face darkening. "You want to go on a date with a guy alone? You're not allowed to. If you really want to see him, I'll go with you."
Rong Weiyue smiled, her dimples widening: "Fu Linzheng, you're such a jealous person. Of course, it's a woman. Do you remember Ke Yinmeng? She used to practice the piano with me all the time. She's back from abroad."
Fu Linzheng never cared about unimportant people, but since he had some connection with his girlfriend back then, he vaguely remembered: "That skinny one with a scar on his face?"
Ke Yinmeng was burned on her face when she was a child, leaving a small scar. Fu Linzheng didn't mean anything by saying this. He just remembered that there was indeed such an introverted and quiet girl who was close to Rong Weiyue. When he picked Rong Weiyue up from her piano practice and bought her some snacks, she would share them with Ke Yinmeng.
Rong Weiyue nodded and said it was her. "We lost contact after we went to university. Last time I went to a concert with Yin Lu, she was the soloist. She's really amazing now, touring all over the world."
Fu Linzheng saw the envy in her eyes and remembered that the little girl once dreamed of holding a concert, even if there was no audience.
He wanted to fulfill all her wishes: "When you have time next year, I'll put on a small concert for you? A concert just for you."
Rong Weiyue's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and she shook her head: "No need..."
Fu Linzheng asked in confusion, "Didn't you want this before? You play the violin very well now too."
She lowered her eyes, her throat dry: "I used to like it a lot... but now I'm just happy to be able to practice in the music room you gave me, to play for you and for myself. I don't want any audience."
Fu Linzheng sensed her low spirits, paused for a moment, stroked her cheek, and said gently, "Fine, if you don't want it, then we won't do it. Anyway, my wife plays the violin so well that only I can hear it, so I'm the one who benefits."
Rong Weiyue was warmed by his coaxing: "With my amateur skills, only you can flatter me."
"Sorry, I'm just a hypocrite. If it's not my wife playing the violin, I don't even want to listen to it."
She smiled faintly, and Fu Linzheng then brought up the reason for his visit: "My parents called me just now. I told them about your birthday celebration, and they invited you to come back to the old house for dinner tonight."
Rong Weiyue was stunned: "Tonight?!"
Fu Linzheng asked, "Do you want to go? If you're still a little nervous, I'll find an excuse to decline."
She had heard before that the Fu family's old residence was located at the foot of the mountains in the western suburbs of Beijing, an independent garden with red walls and black tiles, exuding a century-old charm and an extraordinary mystery that not ordinary people could set foot in.
Rong Weiyue felt a little nervous about meeting the Fu family elders for the first time at the old house, but after thinking about it, she said, "I should go. Although I'm a little nervous, it would be impolite not to go."
Fu Linzheng's lips curled into an arrogant smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm here, and they're looking forward to seeing you."
Rong Weiyue glanced at the time and said anxiously, "I'm going to change my clothes and put on makeup, but I don't have time. You didn't even tell me..."
Fu Linzheng chuckled and told her to take her time.
Rong Weiyue ran to change her clothes and put on makeup. After she finished, the two walked out. Rong Weiyue changed her shoes in the entryway and bent over when she felt a sharp pain. She angrily kicked the person next to her and said, "It's all your fault."
Fu Linzheng: ?
"My back is killing me."
The man laughed: "Baby, it's not my fault. Don't you know how much you twist and turn?"
Rong Weiyue smeared ketchup on her earlobe: "I won't give it to you tonight."
"Isn't it nine days on, one day off?"
Does his deck of cards still count?
Fu Linzheng smiled and kissed her against the entryway cabinet. After the kiss, he half-squatted down to help her change her shoes: "Princess, let me carry you downstairs, hmm?"
"No way..."
Fu Linzheng ignored her and picked her up in his arms. She blushed and leaned against him. Luckily, the elevator had only one apartment per floor, so no one saw them.
In the afternoon, the two went to the mall. In fact, Rong Weiyue had prepared gifts for several elders in the morning, but she was afraid that it would not be enough, so she went to buy other gifts. Fu Linzheng smiled helplessly as he watched her carefully choosing gifts: "My family doesn't care about these things. They are happy as long as you are there."
"I know your family doesn't need it, but you still have to buy it."
It wasn't to curry favor, but because she loved Fu Linzheng and wanted to be good to his family.
Arriving at the Fu family's old residence in the evening, we walked in. The afterglow of the sunset shone down, and roses and pomegranate trees were planted on both sides of the path paved with blue bricks. The courtyard was so large that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and trees. The high walls of the courtyard isolated the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only tranquility and solemnity.
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
As the Crown Prince of Mingheng, Fu Linzheng always had to be extremely cautious about important life events. After weighing the interests of many parties, he went to register their marriage with her as soon as she said she wanted to. If this got out, most people would think that she was deliberately trying to climb the social ladder.
She thought back to the phone call she made when she graduated, when the Fu family seemed quite indifferent to her...
However, she didn't expect that all these wild thoughts would disappear after she met the Fu family.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, Fu's mother, Ni Yingzhi, was pruning roses with the maid. When she turned around and saw them, her smile was as gentle as a spring breeze: "You're back."
Rong Weiyue, led by Fu Linzheng, immediately stepped forward and politely nodded: "Hello, Auntie!"
Ni Yingzhi smiled and took her hand: "Azheng only showed us photos before, but today we finally see her in person. Yueyue is so beautiful. It's that rascal Azheng who got the better deal."
Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed crimson, and Fu Linzheng lazily smiled and said, "Yes."
After exchanging a few jokes, Ni Yingzhi warmly led Rong Weiyue into the main hall. Old Master Fu Xianggeng and his father Fu Sisheng were both there. Rong Weiyue greeted them respectfully, and the old master smiled and hurriedly said, "Yueyue, sit down quickly."
Fu Linzheng placed the gifts on the table. "These are what Yueyue brought for you. She was so worried that you wouldn't like them, she was nervous all the way here."
Ni Yingzhi laughed: "Don't be so polite next time."
Rong Weiyue shyly said that she made the handicrafts herself. The one she gave to Grandpa Fu was an enamel cloud pattern ornament to wish him a long life, the one she gave to Fu Sisheng was a filigree landscape screen to represent the enduring prosperity of the family business, and the one she gave to Ni Yingzhi was a filigree phoenix hairpin.
These items are all quite valuable, and she prepared them quietly after getting married. All three elders liked them very much and praised her for her thoughtfulness.
Today is the first time we've met, and the Fu family has already prepared gifts for the occasion. The old man took out a Hetian mutton fat white bracelet, which was auctioned for nearly ten million yuan twenty years ago and is now worth over one hundred million yuan. It was Grandma Fu's last love. Fu Sisheng gave her a celadon jade ruyi, which is also priceless.
In addition, Ni Yin also learned about this. She was too busy with work to come back, so she could only ask her mother to send her a treasured rose gemstone bracelet to express her affection for her sister-in-law.
Finally, Ni Yingzhi took out a jewelry box containing one of the Fu family's heirlooms: a Ming Dynasty imperial gold crown, weighing 100 grams of pure gold and inlaid with rubies and red agate. It had once flowed from the palace to the common people, eventually ending up in the hands of European collectors, attracting countless bids at auctions. It was acquired by the Fu family years ago and is highly sought after by outsiders, with an estimated market value of 200 million.
Ni Yingzhi smiled gently: "This was ordered for my daughter-in-law beforehand. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to give it to her. Today, I finally received it. The name is 'Jiyue', which is a perfect match for Yueyue."
These three items are never shown to others, but now they are being given away in full, which shows the Fu family's approval of her.
Besides that, they also gave her a key to the Fu family's old house and a bulging red envelope for addressing her as a new wife. Rong Weiyue was stunned. Fu Linzheng told her to keep it all, and she accepted it with a shy smile, saying:
"Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom."
The elders responded with smiles, and Fu Sisheng said gently, "Yueyue, your wedding was rather rushed. These things should have been given to you long ago to show how much we valued you. It's all because this brat rushed you away. If Azheng bullies you in the future, just tell us, and your parents will stand up for you."
Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears, and she nodded warmly.
Ni Yingzhi smiled and continued, "Yueyue, Zheng said we can discuss the wedding arrangements slowly. It must be done properly and respectably. Everything is up to you."
Rong Weiyue met Fu Linzheng's gaze. He smiled and took her hand. She squeezed his hand back, her heart softening.
That evening, the Fu family prepared a sumptuous family banquet. Fu Linzheng had already told the family about Rong Weiyue's favorite dishes and dietary restrictions. The Fu family paid special attention to this, and there was relatively little seafood on the table. The dishes were all her favorites. The elders also felt sorry that she was too thin and told her to eat more and to come back for meals more often.
During the conversation, the elders learned more about Rong Weiyue and found that the young girl was intelligent, gentle, and well-mannered. She was impeccable in every way and could complement Fu Linzheng's flamboyant personality. They were satisfied with her no matter how they looked at her.
At the dinner table, Fu Linzheng took meticulous care of Rong Weiyue. Her parents could tell that they had a very good relationship, and the young girl's eyes were always on him.
When the topic of their parents came up, Rong Weiyue paused for a moment and said that her parents would be returning to China soon. Fu Xianggeng also mentioned that the two families could have a proper meal together then, and Rong Weiyue quietly agreed.
After dinner, everyone had some tea. Around 9 p.m., Ni Yingzhi asked, "Why don't you two stay at the old house tonight?"
Rong Weiyue looked at Fu Linzheng with a slight pause. The man scratched her palm and said lazily, "No need. I'll take Yueyue back. She still has work to finish."
"..."
Rong Weiyue's face flushed; where did she get a job from...?
When his parents saw their son like this, they knew he wanted to spend some time alone with the girl, so they smiled and didn't force him to stay.
As she saw him off at the door, Ni Yingzhi spoke to Rong Weiyue alone, saying, "It's been so long since I've seen Azheng so happy. These past few years, he's always been preoccupied with something. His career is thriving, but he's actually always felt empty inside. It's good that you're back, Yueyue."
A bittersweet warmth welled up in Rong Weiyue's heart. Ni Yingzhi said, "Yueyue, you know how much Azheng has cared for you all these years. Once he's made up his mind, he won't change it."
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue looked at the handsome man in front of her, her eyes shimmering with emotion: "Mom, don't worry, I will treat A-Zheng even better in the future."
Ni Yingzhi smiled and patted her arm: "As long as you are all well, Mom is at ease."
After saying goodbye to their elders, Fu Linzheng took Rong Weiyue back home.
In the car, Fu Linzheng asked with a smile, "Aren't you nervous now that you've met them?"
Rong Weiyue smiled and relaxed: "I was worried they wouldn't like me, but I didn't expect that they would like me so much without me having to put on a show."
She said, "Fu Linzheng, your parents are both very kind, and your grandfather is also very gentle. No wonder they were able to raise you to have such a good character. You and Yinyin must be very happy growing up in such a family."
Fu Linzheng knew she was thinking of her home, so he took her hand, intertwined their fingers, and said gently, "This will be your home from now on, and when we have children, they will grow up in a very happy family, right?"
Her heart warmed, "Mmm..."
Fu Linzheng said leisurely, "Now you are far more important to them than I am. I feel like an outsider. Oh well, when your parents come back next week, the situation will probably be reversed. They will definitely love their son-in-law more and more."
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then grasped his hand: "...Whether they like you or not is not important, it's enough that I like you."
Fu Linzheng raised his eyebrows: "Of course you like it, but who wouldn't like someone as outstanding as me? Even if they're not satisfied, I'll still do my best to make sure they can entrust their daughter to me with peace of mind."
When Rong Weiyue met his eyes, her heart felt as soft and sweet as a loaf of bread.
On the way, Rong Weiyue yawned. Fu Linzheng asked her if she was sleepy. She rubbed her eyes, feeling inexplicably tired, "A little..."
He told her to get some sleep.
Back home, she felt much better. Hu Hu was starving, so the two of them cooked her something to eat, and then Fu Linzheng carried her back to her room.
In the bathroom, he pinned her down with her hands tied behind her back and kissed her. Sensing his intense desire, her face flushed: "Fu Linzheng, can you control yourself a little? It's only been a short while..."
The man's eyes were deep and menacing: "It's been over twelve hours from one o'clock this morning until nine o'clock now. Isn't that enough restraint?"
"..."
Twelve hours counts too?
Fu Linzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, didn't you just buy oysters to replenish my stock? You need to help me clear out my inventory, otherwise I'll be overwhelmed."
She was so embarrassed. After washing up, she returned to her room and fell into the soft embrace. Her ankle was pulled, and Fu Linzheng pounced on her, kissing her.
Her rationality was gradually eroded.
She couldn't resist her physical attraction; she wanted to be with him and wanted to personally measure that 22.5.
As the sweltering summer arrives, Fu Linzheng raises the little girl's breasts, allowing the butterfly to spread its wings—powerful and decisive.
Rong Weiyue's eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had been soaked in hot water. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her legs dangling in mid-air like a leaf about to fall, tears clinging to her eyelashes: "Husband..."
Fu Linzheng's dark eyes flashed with aggression as he asked in a roguish, wicked tone, "Baby, how does it feel, hmm?"
Rong Weiyue's cheeks were like autumn maple leaves, her eyes red, and she hugged him: "Okay..."
She talked about the opposite of small and shallow, and said she liked it very much.
"What an adorable kitten!" Fu Linzheng's agitation exploded, and he whispered extremely vulgar words in her ear, his destructive nature emerging, making him exceptionally crazy.
As dawn approached and the silvery-blue sky gradually faded, Rong Weiyue was finally released by him.
The room was filled with the rich, sweet scent of photinia and white tea. The man opened half a window, carried the little girl to take a shower, and the girl in his arms had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.
She slept the entire following morning.
At noon, Fu Linzheng finished his online meeting, ordered her favorite Japanese food, and returned to the bedroom to find the little girl curled up in the blankets.
Knowing she was tired, but also worried that going hungry would be bad for her stomach, I went over and hugged her: "Still sleepy?"
Rong Weiyue mumbled something sleepily, instinctively snuggling into his arms and softly calling his name, "Fu Linzheng..."
She said she was so tired and asked that no one bully her anymore. Wrapped in the blanket, she looked like a glutinous rice ball covered in coconut flakes. Fu Linzheng chuckled and kissed her earlobe, finding her appearance both pitiful and adorable: "I didn't bully you. Do you want to get up and eat something first? I'll feed you, and then you can go back to sleep."
She was drowsy: "No, I'm so sleepy, I just want to sleep..."
Fu Linzheng saw that she could barely keep her eyes open, and she was indeed tired. After hesitating, he didn't disturb her anymore and let her continue to sleep.
In the afternoon, Fu Linzheng said he had to go to the motorcade to handle some official business, and that he would have lunch outside. She agreed, but when he returned in the evening, he found the little girl still asleep.
He walked over and saw that she was sweating profusely.
Fu Linzheng's brows furrowed. "Yueyue?"
Rong Weiyue murmured that she felt a little cold and her head was spinning. She had felt unwell since he left at noon, but it shouldn't be serious. "I'll feel better after sleeping for a while..."
“Who said there’s no problem?” Fu Linzheng frowned and touched her forehead, which was burning hot. “Baby, you have a fever.”
He never expected that she would turn out like this after just one trip. A wave of self-reproach washed over him, and he gently coaxed her, "Shall we go to the hospital?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head, "So tired, I don't want to move..."
Fu Linzheng had no choice but to coax her into drinking some water, and then immediately contacted Fu Zecheng: "Are you free now?"
Fu Zecheng was at home, watching TV. "Yeah, I got a day off today. How about we go find Sili for drinks tonight?"
His heart sank: "Drink my ass, come to my house, Weiyue has a fever."
"What's wrong?"
Fu Linzheng described the symptoms in detail, and Fu Zecheng agreed: "We can't help you, but Weiyue has to help. Oh, and dinner is included."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linzheng went back to his room to continue feeding the little girl water and wiping her sweat with a hot towel. Seeing her weak appearance, he frowned with worry.
We finally managed to get her health back on track, but she fell ill again in the blink of an eye.
He went to cook porridge, and an hour later the doorbell rang. Fu Linzheng went to open the door. "Why are you so late?"
Fu Zecheng rolled his eyes at him. "My dear young master Fu, I drove all the way from the city center to the suburbs. The traffic is terrible during rush hour! I wish I could fly here!"
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. There's no dinner, but you can pick any wine from my wine cabinet later, provided you keep an eye on my wife."
Fu Zecheng laughed, “Don’t worry, it’s just a fever, it’s not a big problem.” He added, “Young Master Fu’s liquor cabinet is never cheap.”
Fu Zecheng teased Hu Hu who had run up and led him inside. When they reached the bedroom, Rong Weiyue was startled to see him. Fu Zecheng put on his mask and smiled gently.
"Ah Zheng, let me take a look. Don't move, just lie down."
"Thanks……"
"Don't mention it. You have no idea how worried he was. It's the first time I've ever seen him so panicked."
Fu Linzheng leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, making no attempt to hide anything. "What, am I worried that there's something wrong with my wife?"
Fu Zecheng wore a disdainful expression as if he were being fed dog food, and took Rong Weiyue's temperature with an electronic ear thermometer. "37.7, low fever."
He asked Rong Weiyue about her symptoms. Rong Weiyue said she felt very tired and had a slight cough, but nothing else. After diagnosing her, Fu Zecheng said, "It should be a cold. Take some medicine and you'll be fine."
After the doctor's visit, he told Rong Weiyue to continue resting, and Fu Linzheng and Fu Zecheng left the bedroom.
Sitting on the living room sofa, Fu Zecheng wrote out the diagnosis report and asked Fu Linzheng, "How is Weiyue's health usually?"
Fu Linzheng frowned and said, "It's not very good. She saw a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for a while. The doctor said she was weak and had a lot of qi and blood deficiency. She drank Chinese medicine for half a month and has been feeling better recently."
"Has she caught a cold or been exposed to drafts in the past couple of days? Or has she had irregular eating habits or been overworked?"
"I didn't do much, I basically just stayed at home."
Fu Zecheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, puzzled, "Logically, you shouldn't be sick. You've been taking traditional Chinese medicine for a while now, so how can your health be so poor?"
Fu Linzheng suddenly thought of something, touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, paused slightly, and uttered a few words: "Is it possible... that it was caused by that?"
Fu Zecheng looked at his peculiar expression, realized what he meant, and scoffed, "When you say 'stay at home,' you don't mean stay in bed, do you?"
"..."
Fu Linzheng's silence spoke volumes.
Fu Zecheng rubbed his temples helplessly, trying to determine if Rong Weiyue's fever was related to this, so as to consider the direction of medication. He asked in a calm voice, "Normally, people wouldn't get a fever because of this. How often does it occur?"
Fu Linzheng swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Two days, five times."
Five times?
That seems... alright?
Fu Linzheng coughed lightly, his voice slightly raised, sounding somewhat unnatural: "Fifteen times."
"...??"
Fifteen times in two days?!
Fu Zecheng looked at him speechlessly and in shock: "Fu Linzheng, please, have some decency."
Fu Linzheng: "..."
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