Chapter 47 "Fu Linzheng, from beginning to end I only..."
Chapter 47
Ni Yingzhi's voice echoed in the kitchen, each word like a nail piercing Rong Weiyue's eardrums.
Car accident...
He was in a coma for two weeks...
I almost died abroad...
The teacup on the counter tipped over, the scalding liquid wetting Rong Weiyue's fingertips, but she felt nothing. Her chest felt like it had been hit by a giant wave, violently shaking and making her feel like she was suffocating.
She had never heard of this before and looked at Ni Yingzhi and Ni Yin in astonishment: "What car accident...?"
Seeing her expression, the mother and daughter knew that Fu Linzheng had deliberately concealed the truth. Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, Ni Yin slowly revealed the truth:
"My brother was in a car accident during a closed test drive in Lucerne back then."
It was late June of the year he graduated from high school. Fu Linzheng had just finished his closed training in Italy when he received an invitation from VMD, a racing technology company, to participate in closed-door training and new car development as a representative of top young drivers in Asia.
The valley track in Lucerne was the test track for the last few days.
That afternoon, Fu Linzheng was not originally on the roster for the race. He volunteered to do extra training, partly to help more Asian drivers gain more data, and partly to finish the mission and return to China as soon as possible. He had always wanted to take Rong Weiyue to the beach and then go back to Beijing with her for the start of the new semester.
Under the scorching afternoon sun, with waves of heat emanating from the air, Fu Linzheng, dressed in a black test racing suit, sat in a silver-white race car on the rugged and treacherous valley track, and was the first to practice extreme cornering.
The car started, the engine roared, the wind whistled past our ears, and the vehicle sped through the forest road, turning corners at a speed that seemed to tear the air apart. Fu Linzheng steadily controlled the race car, smoothly navigating each turn.
What was originally just an ordinary day took a dramatic turn when a major glitch occurred in VMD's scheduling system, completely altering Fu Linzheng's fate.
An engineering vehicle used for auxiliary testing was not given a evacuation notice after the test began and remained parked on the side of the main curve, with an engineer still inside.
Ni Yin recounted, her voice trembling slightly: "My brother was driving at 180 km/h at the time. When he saw that construction vehicle, he barely had time to react. To avoid a head-on collision, he swerved the steering wheel, causing the entire car to overturn, veer off the track, roll several times, and instantly burst into flames..."
Flames erupted inside the car, the twisted seat frame broke and pierced his shoulder, and fire spread throughout his body, burning and stinging his skin.
The fire was intensified by the summer wind, and the air was filled with various pungent smells. He lost consciousness and fell into a coma on the spot. This was the most serious injury he had ever suffered in his life.
Ni Yin choked up: "After my brother was sent to the hospital, he was in a coma for two weeks. The doctor gave us three critical condition notices. He had a concussion, cerebral edema, a comminuted fracture of his left clavicle, a fracture of his lumbar vertebra, and abrasions all over his body. We stayed outside the intensive care unit every day, afraid that he wouldn't make it..."
As Rong Weiyue heard these terrifying words, her pupils trembled, as if a million bees were buzzing in her ears, and her thoughts completely collapsed.
She didn't know that Fu Linzheng had been in such a serious car accident...
At that moment, she felt as if she were in that car, as if a thousand sharp needles were piercing through her bones, tearing her heart apart.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled: "I'm sorry, I really didn't know about this at the time..."
Guilt washed over her like a tidal wave, engulfing her completely.
Ni Yingzhi came over and took her hand, saying apologetically, "Yueyue, this is not your fault. It happened suddenly, and we blocked the information immediately to prevent it from being leaked."
Coincidentally, at that time, Mingheng Group was facing a severe economic crisis, with internal and external forces clashing and undercurrents surging. As the future heir of the group, if news of Fu Linzheng's life being in danger were to be revealed, it would inevitably cause a great upheaval. Therefore, Old Master Fu decisively ordered a complete news blackout.
First, they were afraid Rong Weiyue would worry. Second, in their eyes, the two children's relationship was not stable. They didn't know how important Rong Weiyue was to Fu Linzheng, so even if Ni Yin wanted to tell him, she didn't know how to ask.
Ni Yingzhi sighed: "Azheng was unconscious for a long time. When he woke up, he had a brief period of disorientation and memory confusion, and his emotions were very unstable. But the first thing he said when he woke up was to ask us to give him his phone."
At that moment, Fu Linzheng was in pain all over his body, and even breathing felt like it was tearing at his wounds. His throat was dry and hoarse as he said with difficulty, "I want to call Yueyue to let her know I'm safe. She hasn't been able to contact me for so long... she'll be worried."
Even though he was covered in wounds and his memories were fragmented, she was still the clearest presence in his heart, the person he cared about more than his injuries.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears.
But what about her? At that time, she broke up with him...
At the time, his family didn't dare tell Fu Linzheng about the breakup message. They only said that they had sent a message to Rong Weiyue to let her know that he was safe. However, after he was transferred from the ICU to a regular ward, they couldn't hide it any longer, and Fu Linzheng found out anyway.
In that instant, it was like being struck by lightning. Fu Linzheng nearly went mad, desperately calling and texting her, but she was deleted on WeChat and blocked on the phone. He wanted to rush back to China to find her, but even getting out of bed and walking was difficult.
At that time, he was practically tied to the hospital bed, and Fu Sisheng gave everyone a strict order not to leave until he recovered from his injuries.
Tearing, pain, struggle.
He felt like he had been thrown into the sea, and the sense of abandonment he felt from being dumped by her gradually overwhelmed him.
Fu Linzheng thought that he hadn't contacted her for too long, which made the girl angry. So, clinging to the faint hope of winning her back, he desperately tried to rehabilitate.
Ni Yingzhi told him not to rush, but the boy lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want Yueyue to see me injured. She would definitely be heartbroken. I need to recover quickly and go back to accompany her to university."
However, when he returned to China a little over a month later, he learned that Rong Weiyue had changed her application to the China Academy of Art.
He chased after her to Hangzhou, only to be met with her cold and resolute response.
She doesn't want him anymore.
He barely survived, but she didn't want him anymore...
Ni Yin said sadly, "Sister-in-law, actually my brother has never blamed you. Not many people know about his car accident. He didn't tell you back then because he didn't want to use the car accident to beg for your forgiveness and keep you. He doesn't tell you now because he knows you love him and doesn't want you to feel guilty about the past."
The moment she returned to his side, he buried the pain of the car accident, along with the loneliness and torment of more than a thousand days and nights, deep in his heart.
He loves her and never holds grudges about his past sacrifices. If she is willing, he will rush towards her with all his passion and love.
Rong Weiyue listened, her heart aching as tears streamed down her face.
How could Fu Linzheng be so stupid...
Why did he bear all the pain alone, even when he repeatedly met with setbacks with her, even when she let go first, and when she needed help the most, he still stood in front of her without hesitation, reaching out to her time and time again...
She said she didn't want to trouble him, but Fu Linzheng said, "I'm here, you can rely on me openly and honestly."
She said she hated him, but Fu Linzheng said, "From six years ago until now, I have always loved you."
She said she was just playing around with him, but Fu Linzheng said, "No matter what happens in the future, I will hold your hand tightly and love you until the moment my life ends..."
He gave her everything, and was far more steadfast and devoted than anyone could have imagined.
She wasn't good enough for his affections...
Rong Weiyue felt guilty and shed tears. Then, as if remembering something, she immediately took out her phone. Ni Yin was stunned and asked her what she was going to do.
“I’m going to find him,” she said, her voice choked with emotion but exceptionally firm. “He must be feeling terrible being all alone in Lucerne.”
No wonder he's been acting strangely these past few days, having nightmares, and constantly begging her not to leave him. It turns out that his past wounds have been reopened, and he's become anxious and insecure again.
Now that the truth has come to light, she must go to his side and face the past with him.
Rong Weiyue booked the earliest flight and rushed to pack her luggage. Ni Yin said worriedly, "Sister-in-law, actually my brother told me not to tell you. He'll definitely blame me..."
Rong Weiyue shook her head, her eyes moist: "Yinyin, I should thank you and Mom, otherwise I would never have known that he had encountered such a difficult situation back then..."
Previously, she mistakenly thought that Fu Linzheng was leaving, so she rushed to the airport and proposed to him.
This time, let her be brave one more time and run towards him.
The plane flew through the night sky. Outside the window, the sea of clouds was pitch black, and the earth was swallowed by the night. Occasionally, a few points of light floated by, like islands floating in the deep sea, the sleepless lights of the city.
Rong Weiyue looked out the window, and Ni Yin's words echoed in her ears again:
“My brother once told me that his reluctance to go to Lucerne in recent years is not entirely because he has a psychological trauma from that car accident. He has been injured so many times while racing since he was a child. He said he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of recalling that he lost you after that car accident.”
The day before training, Fu Linzheng and his friends went for a drive in a place known locally as "Breakup Valley." It was said that many couples who came there later broke up. He initially took it as a joke, but after waking up from the car accident, he saw her breakup message.
Fu Linzheng has always been arrogant and reckless, and has never believed in fate.
But after that, he believed everything related to her.
Rong Weiyue recalled the day they broke up six years ago. She finally understood why he still had bruises on his face, why he walked strangely, and why he asked her with red eyes:
"Rong Weiyue... It's been more than two months since you last saw me. Don't you have anything you want to ask me? Why don't you ask me anything? Is it that you don't care about anything about me?"
He struggled desperately to escape death, endured the pain of rehabilitation, and rushed over with his body covered in wounds. He said that Beijing was not far from Hangzhou, and long-distance relationships were fine. That arrogant and proud man humbly lowered his head to beg her to stay.
So the reason why Fu Linzheng said so resolutely, "Don't expect me to come back in this lifetime," was because all his hopes were destroyed by her at that moment.
Rong Weiyue's eyes stung with tears.
Even so, he still loved her for those six years, whether it was when he donated to build Zhengyue Tower in their names during their junior year of college, or everything he did for her, openly and secretly, after they reunited.
In this lifetime, even if she gave everything she had, she could never find a better lover than Fu Linzheng...
After an eleven-hour flight, guilt and love filled her heart. As the plane crossed Eurasia, she felt as if she had also stepped through those six years, landing at the foot of the Alps when she was eighteen.
In the early morning, a chill was in the air. In the distance, the mountains rose and fell, covered with thick snow. The faint shadows of birds flew by, and the world was vast and desolate.
Huaiyu received her message and came to pick her up at the airport.
Rong Weiyue thanked him, and Huaiyu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, now that you're here, Brother Zheng is no longer alone."
Rong Weiyue's eyes were red; she had arrived too late.
The car traveled from Zurich to Lucerne, while at the other end, in the presidential suite on the top floor of a downtown hotel, Fu Linzheng tossed and turned all night, barely sleeping.
On his first day here, Fu Linzheng felt inexplicably down.
Looking out the window, he saw that distant valley, the place where his accident had occurred.
It felt as if an invisible hand was wrapped around my heart, making me feel heavy and uncomfortable.
Fu Linzheng couldn't sleep, so he got up and checked the time on his phone. It was afternoon in Beijing, so he guessed the young woman was still busy at her studio.
I wonder if she ate a proper lunch, if she wore enough clothes, or if she might catch a cold.
Fu Linzheng didn't want to disturb her. His dark eyes were slightly sore, his long eyelashes drooped, and he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking through his chat history with the girl from high school to now. After reading it, he picked up the marriage certificate and a stack of various photos he had developed on the bedside table.
Anything related to her puts his mind at ease.
Some of the photos are from a few years ago, with yellowed and wrinkled edges, having been handled many times. Others were recently developed and are exceptionally clear. There are photos she posted on her WeChat Moments, photos they took in Kazan, and photos of them with Hu Hu.
He loved his little girl's smile the most; her eyes were especially beautiful when she smiled, like crescent moons.
As Fu Linzheng watched, the melancholy in his heart gradually eased.
After a while, Huaiyu sent him a work assignment, and Fu Linzheng replied. Not long after, the doorbell of the suite suddenly rang.
He paused for a moment, then got up to open the door, but froze the instant he saw the entrance—
Rong Weiyue stood outside the door, wearing a gray-camel woolen coat over a navy blue knitted dress. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck, was breathing heavily, and had clear, bright eyes. Her hair and the hem of her clothes still had some unmelted white fluff, as if a snowflake had blown her from afar.
Beijing and Switzerland are 8,000 kilometers apart.
But now, the little girl he had been longing for was actually standing right in front of him.
For a moment he thought he was dreaming.
“Fu Linzheng…”
Before he could react, Rong Weiyue sobbed softly and threw herself into his arms. The sweet scent of green tangerines seemed to carry the warmth of spring, instantly dispelling all his depression and gloom.
Fu Linzheng's heart pounded, and he instinctively reached out to pull her close, "Yueyue..."
His mind went blank, his broad body enveloping her, his voice hoarse: "Why did you suddenly come?"
Then Huaiyu came over and handed over the luggage. Fu Linzheng saw him and asked, "Did you go to pick her up?"
Huaiyu explained, "Brother Zheng, it was my sister-in-law who said she wanted to give you a surprise, but she didn't let me tell you. So I was just checking to see if you were awake."
Fu Linzheng chuckled, stunned, and ruffled the head of the person in his arms: "A surprise for me?"
Rong Weiyue nodded and said to him with tears in her eyes, "Just like when you went to Kazan, this time it's my turn to come find you."
Fu Linzheng held her by the back of the neck, his embrace warming her.
"I thought I was dreaming."
Fu Linzheng told Huaiyu to go back and rest. He took the luggage, led the girl into the suite, closed the door, and she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Fu Linzheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly took the initiative, pinning her against the wall and returning the kiss with a deep kiss.
Even though it had only been a day since they last met, he was already going crazy with longing. He never imagined that she would come all the way to Switzerland for him. His heart felt like it was being held in a hot spring, and he was completely filled with thoughts of her.
His breath clung to hers, swirling with hers, from passionate to tender.
After a while, Fu Linzheng picked her up and carried her into the room. He laid her on the bed, took off her coat and scarf, and then pulled back the covers to wrap her up in them.
He warmed her cold cheeks with his palms, a smile playing on his lips: "Rong Weiyue, what's wrong with you? I'm going back tomorrow, and you can't even bear it for one more day? You miss me this much?"
After holding back her emotions all the way, Rong Weiyue looked at him, tears streaming down her face. Fu Linzheng was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"
She couldn't hold back her tears, and Fu Linzheng hurriedly wiped them away, his brows furrowing: "What happened? Did someone bully you?"
Rong Weiyue shook her head, her eyes red as she scolded him, "Fu Linzheng, how can you be so stupid..."
"Um?"
"Why didn't you tell me you had a car accident back then? Were you planning to keep it a secret forever if I didn't find out...?"
Fu Linzheng's eyes widened in shock. "How did you know?"
“Mom and Yinyin came to visit me. I told them about your trip to Lucerne, and they told me about it.”
No wonder she suddenly ran over.
Fu Linzheng's heart softened and he smiled helplessly as he wiped away her tears, "All my repeated instructions were in vain."
Rong Weiyue's nose stung with tears: "We're already married. You used to lecture me, telling me to tell you things if I needed to. You even carried your marriage certificate with you every day. All that studying for the exam was for nothing..."
Fu Linzheng was amused and coaxed her, "Those things are all in the past. Aren't I perfectly fine now? Besides, you're such a crybaby. I knew you'd react this way."
Rong Weiyue sniffed and tugged at his clothes, "Take off your clothes, let me take another look at your old wounds."
She had seen all those wounds before, but she wanted to look at them again now.
"There's nothing to see, everything's fine now."
"Hurry up, or I'll peel it off myself."
Fu Linzheng chuckled teasingly, "Rong Weiyue, this is the first time I've seen you so domineering, stripping someone's clothes in broad daylight?"
She scolded him, wondering how he could still be in the mood for teasing. Under her insistence, Fu Linzheng had no choice but to take off his shirt.
The man was muscular, but there were hideous scars on his lower back, collarbone, and shoulders, which were shocking to behold.
When the car overturned, the enormous impact almost threw him off the driver's seat, and blood gushed out from multiple places, warm and sticky, spreading along his skin.
The doctor said his body was covered in blood and oil, and many cuts were so deep that you could even see the bone.
At this moment, Rong Weiyue's eyes instantly reddened as she looked at them. Fu Linzheng felt as if those scars had come alive, being gradually revealed in her eyes.
Even more afraid that she would be upset, Fu Linzheng put his arm around her and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if it contained gravel: "Don't look anymore, it's all in the past."
Tears fell as Rong Weiyue gently stroked the scar: "Fu Linzheng, does it hurt a lot..."
He raised his hand to stroke her hair, his low, husky voice whispering in her ear, "It's been six years, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She pouted, "But you must have been in so much pain. Yinyin said you were unconscious for two weeks and covered in blood..."
Fu Linzheng lowered his eyes and curled his lips:
"Actually, the most pain wasn't in my body at the time."
He gazed into her eyes. "The moment I saw your breakup message, I really felt... my heart was breaking."
Rong Weiyue's tears fell as she repeatedly apologized, her voice trembling and broken: "I didn't know you were injured at the time, it's all my fault... If you hadn't gone to practice earlier to see me, you wouldn't have had the car accident..."
She almost lost sight of him.
Fu Linzheng tenderly kissed away the tears on her cheeks: "It's alright, I'm lucky. Maybe God saw that I hadn't married you yet, so He gave me another chance."
Rong Weiyue hugged him tightly, her eyes filled with tears: "It was God who gave me a chance, allowing me to return to your side..."
If he had left then, she would have truly regretted it for the rest of her life.
Now that he has regained what he lost, so too has it for her.
Looking at his wounds, Rong Weiyue asked with concern, "Do you ever experience any discomfort? Are there any aftereffects from the car accident?"
Fu Linzheng didn't want her to worry, but she couldn't resist the girl's persistent questioning, so she had to admit: "Sometimes when I get too emotional, my right hand shakes, but it doesn't affect the game."
In fact, Fu Linzheng's body has recovered very well to be able to return to the competition, except for a slight nerve damage in her hand.
Rong Weiyue recalled that when he came to Hangzhou to find her back then, his hand was a little strange, and when he had an emotional outburst and questioned her in the parking lot after the class reunion that night, his right hand also trembled slightly.
Anything related to her would affect him.
Rong Weiyue grasped his hand, feeling heartache and guilt. Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, don't worry. Besides, didn't you give me all your bracelets? With you by my side, I won't get into any trouble."
She suppressed the stinging sensation in her nose, "Are there any other aftereffects?"
Fu Linzheng laughed, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe as he whispered seductively:
"Baby, I've made you have a fever, so what health problems do you think I have?"
Her cheeks flushed, and Fu Linzheng enveloped her, his voice low as he whispered in her ear: "Yueyue, do you know, when I woke up from the car accident and saw the text message you sent me breaking up with you, at that moment... I wished I hadn't been saved."
Rong Weiyue felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Fu Linzheng's throat felt like it was filled with lead: "Because at least in my memory before I die, you are still my girlfriend. You are still waiting for me in Beijing to go to university together. I can often go to your school to have meals with you, walk around the playground with you, and after graduation, I can propose to you. We have Huhu at home, and maybe we will have a child in the future. We can spend our days together, support each other, and grow old together."
The man's eyes burned, and he said in a hoarse voice, "At least in my memories before I died... I can still believe that you liked me."
Rong Weiyue's eyes stung with tears as she recalled what she had said to him in Hangzhou years ago. She shook her head guiltily and said:
“Fu Linzheng, I did like you. I didn’t mean it when I said we should break up, because… because I didn’t know what to do at the time, and I didn’t have confidence in our relationship…”
She looked at him, her eyes stinging with tears: "Actually, I also encountered some things back then, and I didn't know how to deal with them... so I chose to run away."
Fu Linzheng's eyes flickered slightly. He kissed away her tears and gazed at her tenderly: "So, Yueyue, are you willing to tell me the hardships you endured back then?"
He wasn't referring to what happened back then, but rather "the hardships he faced back then."
He never blamed her, believing she had her own difficulties.
Rong Weiyue was slightly taken aback and asked him how he knew. Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "At first, when we broke up, I believed what you said, but after we met again, I could feel more and more that you cared about me. And that time when you were drunk, you said that breaking up was not good at all, so I guessed it."
Fu Linzheng joked nonchalantly, "Besides, with a boyfriend as perfect as me in every way, how could an ordinary person resist being tempted? He must have kicked his drug habit."
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but smile. Fu Linzheng gently pinched her cheek. "I didn't ask because I didn't want to pressure you. Anyway, no matter what happened back then, it didn't affect my love for you, you know?"
Rong Weiyue nodded with tears in her eyes and snuggled into his arms. "I'm sorry, I've been too afraid to face it, so I kept putting it off. I was planning to wait until my parents came back before telling you everything that happened back then."
She clutched the hem of his shirt with her fingertips, met Fu Linzheng's gentle gaze, and after a few seconds spoke softly, revealing that past:
Do you remember the 'Mingheng Cup' competition you recommended to me after the college entrance exam?
Fu Linzheng tried hard to recall, and his brows furrowed: "You mean that violin competition?"
"Hmm...it's related to that competition."
The Mingheng Cup is a national youth violin invitational competition jointly organized by Mingheng's cultural company and the Beijing Music Association. At that time, Rong Weiyue had finished her art exam and had already said goodbye to her professional violin career, but Fu Linzheng knew that she liked the violin, so he encouraged her to participate in this competition.
To stand on a bigger stage, to win an award, to fulfill a dream.
Rong Weiyue also wanted to give it a try, so she signed up and relied on her own abilities to advance through the selection process, eventually making it to the finals.
During that time, Fu Linzheng was training abroad.
On the day of the finals, Sheng Liu and Rong Chengye also came to watch her performance. They sat in the front row. Rong Weiyue had always wanted her parents' approval, and her performance that day was outstanding. After several pieces, the applause was thunderous, and even the usually serious Rong Chengye showed a rare expression of admiration.
After the performance, Rong Weiyue, with the highest accumulated score, won the championship. Amidst the attention of the crowd, she walked to the center of the stage in an elegant white dress. Just as she was about to accept the trophy, several glaring words appeared on the LED screen behind her—
[Contestant Rong Weiyue is suspected of having an affair with Fu Linzheng, the son of the chairman of Mingheng Group, and of manipulating the competition behind the scenes. Her sister was once a nationally renowned violin prodigy, Rong Siqing. Rong Weiyue is shameless and has failed her deceased sister!]
The screen displayed several photos of Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng holding hands and hugging outside the school, as well as a photo of Fu Linzheng bringing her to the preliminary exam for the first time, which instantly caused an uproar in the audience.
Shock, doubt, disdain—thousands of eyes in the audience were like sharp blades directed at her.
It was like the most beautiful crystal ball suddenly shattering.
She was brought down hard just as she was getting closest to her dream.
For eighteen-year-old Rong Weiyue, facing such a situation without the ability or experience was the darkest moment of her life.
Rong Weiyue's voice trembled involuntarily as she recalled the past: "I was so panicked at the time. I didn't know who was slandering me. I wanted to explain that you and I weren't in that kind of relationship, but... but a lot of people down there were cursing at me. They told me to get down there, called me a whore, and called me dirty..."
At that moment, Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu rushed onto the stage and shielded her behind them, saying that what was on the LED screen was nonsense. However, chaos ensued, with some people rushing up and even throwing things at her. The conflict was only quelled when security guards came in.
In an attempt to quell the situation, the organizers first canceled the awards ceremony, saying they would launch an investigation.
Rong Weiyue had always been proud, and at that moment she felt as if she had been thrown into a raging fire, with people casting judgmental glances at her and pointing fingers at her.
"So you won the championship by climbing up to Mingheng's eldest son. Such dirty tricks at such a young age."
"Her older sister was so outstanding back then, but this younger sister is something else. She's only a teenager and she's already doing this kind of thing. It's really shameful."
"No wonder she couldn't possibly beat those professional art students; turns out she has powerful connections..."
"Get down here, this kind of person doesn't deserve to be a champion..."
At that time, she was surrounded by all kinds of humiliation. Many of her friends at the piano practice center were also warned by their parents to stay away from her. In fact, most people didn't care what her relationship with Fu Linzheng was. They just took the opportunity to dump all their jealousy and disgust on her.
That day, Rong Weiyue returned home with tears in her eyes. She was already feeling terrible, but what hurt her the most was her parents' attitude.
As soon as he got home, Rong Chengye questioned him sternly: "Is what was said on that screen true? Are you dating that young master Mingheng? Did you win the competition because of him?"
Sheng Liu pressed her for details, and Rong Weiyue felt both heartbroken and amused. It turned out that even her parents didn't believe her. She looked at them coldly and said, "So what if I'm dating him? We've been together since our senior year of high school. He supported me in practicing the violin, but I didn't win a championship because of him."
Rong Chengye flew into a rage: "Rong Weiyue! You're in your final year of high school, and instead of studying, you're having a relationship! And with a rich kid like that! How have I raised you since you were little?! Those photos are crystal clear, there's no smoke without fire, what are you going to tell everyone?!"
Sheng Liu also criticized her for acting this way, saying she had always been very well-behaved. Rong Weiyue glared at them: "I told you, I didn't rely on him to manipulate things! I won this competition based on my own strength, why don't you believe me?"
Rong Chengye laughed angrily: "Even if you didn't, don't you know there's a risk of impropriety? And do you really think those rich young masters would be sincere towards you? They're just playing around! You still think they're sincere? Where are they right now? Rong Weiyue, how could you be so stupid! You've always thought you were smart, and you've never given me a moment's peace!"
Rong Weiyue retorted sarcastically, "Yes, no matter what I do, I've never satisfied you. My sister is dead, so she's wonderful. My existence is nothing but a disgrace to you all. But why should I listen to you? What right do you have to tell me what to do?!"
Rong Chengye: "Rong Weiyue, how dare you mention your sister? If she were still alive, would I have placed so much hope in you?!"
Rong Chengye's words were like a slap in the face, hitting her hard.
The entire living room fell into dead silence. Rong Weiyue looked at him, a crystal tear rolling down her cheek.
Her red lips trembled, and after a few seconds she sneered, "You've finally revealed your true feelings. All along, I've been inferior to my sister. I was just your plan B, your way of hoping your daughter would succeed. You just wanted to mold me into an obedient machine. You love your sister, you love your brother, but have you ever loved me...?"
She gave a self-deprecating laugh: "If I were to die today, and my sister were still alive, wouldn't that be more to your liking?"
Rong Chengye's lips twitched. Rong Weiyue walked out, and Sheng Liu chased after her, "Yueyue, it's not like that..."
Rong Weiyue shook off her mother's hand, rushed out of the house, plunged her head into the sunlight, and ran quickly against the scorching wind, her tears evaporating into the air.
She just wanted to leave this home and escape all the judgmental gaze.
That day, having nowhere else to go, she went to Fu Linzheng's apartment. She went in, squatted down, hugged her legs, and cried loudly, feeling as weak as if she had been dehydrated.
What saddened her was not only the scorn and insults from outsiders, but also the fact that her parents had never stood in her shoes and asked her for the truth.
Why is it that despite her best efforts, she receives no recognition or trust whatsoever?
Why does she feel so small and powerless, even though she has tried so hard? She feels like a drop in the ocean, unable to find the other shore or the meaning of her existence...
As Rong Weiyue recounted the past, Fu Linzheng felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He held her tightly, and Rong Weiyue sobbed.
“I felt so isolated and helpless at the time. I wanted to find you, but I couldn’t get through to you on the phone. Later, I saw some brochures for foreign schools in your apartment. I didn’t know if you would stay in Beijing for me. I felt so far away from you. To outsiders, you and I were worlds apart…”
Those brochures were given to him by Fu Sisheng, who originally hoped that he could study abroad, but Fu Linzheng refused them all.
Unbeknownst to Rong Weiyue, from the moment she first heard about the bet he made to pursue her, a seed of insecurity was planted in her heart. Later, after graduation, their relationship progressed further, and one time she overheard Fu Linzheng joking with his friends that as long as you're happy in a relationship, that's all that matters.
She lacked confidence in their relationship.
In the past, Fu Linzheng would often be out of contact for several days during training, and she had no idea what he was doing. Coupled with her naturally twisted and insecure personality, all her emotions erupted at that time.
At the time, Rong Weiyue was hiding in Fu Linzheng's apartment. Her parents kept calling her, so she chose to turn off her phone. Later, Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu were so worried that they called the police. When the police came, Rong Chengye was so angry that he took her home and locked her up. During those days, she was so desperate that she almost wanted to die.
"Later, I contacted the teachers at the China Academy of Art. Because I ranked first in the city in the art exam, they could admit me despite the high number of applicants. So I changed my application and went to Hangzhou."
She hated this home, hated the judgmental stares of others, and just wanted to escape this city.
When the admission notice from the China Academy of Art arrived, Rong Chengye flew into a rage, but nothing could be changed.
Rong Weiyue's tears welled up: "Later, one night I was out drinking and my phone died. I borrowed a stranger's phone to call you, hoping to find you again... But fate is so coincidental... The call was answered. I only found out last night that it was your mother who answered."
When reporters who had caught wind of Fu Linzheng's incident tried to get information from her, Ni Yingzhi was annoyed by the constant harassment and spoke coldly, telling her to stop calling.
"So I misunderstood and thought that your parents looked down on me and were against me being with you. I felt that there was no hope for us at all... so I broke up with you."
At this point, Rong Weiyue trembled: "At that moment, I suddenly remembered what my dad said about it being just a fling, and I even started to doubt whether you had ever really been serious about me..."
Fu Linzheng frowned, feeling sorry for her and saying she was silly, but he felt more guilty and remorseful: "I'm sorry, I wasn't by your side at the time."
She must have been going through such a terrible time.
Rong Weiyue hugged Fu Linzheng and said, "Actually, my mental state was already abnormal at that time. Later I found out that I had been depressed since high school, but I had been suppressing it and hadn't shown it."
Fu Linzheng frowned: "Starting from high school?"
"Um……"
Rong Weiyue grew up in a repressive family. Her beloved older sister died of illness when she was in junior high school, and the pressure on her heart was increasing. Fu Linzheng's appearance relieved a lot of the pressure, but the awards ceremony was like a fuse that caused her mental breakdown.
At that time, many people sent her messages to scold her, talked about her in the group, and humiliated her. She didn't know how to deal with these things or manage her emotions. She was in a complete mess. In the end, she simply cut off all contact and fled to Hangzhou alone.
She cut off contact with many friends and fled the center of public attention.
The Mingheng Cup tournament was met with numerous complaints. In order to quell public anger, Rong Weiyue's championship was revoked and she was replaced with third place. She was exhausted and unable to pursue the matter further. Since then, she has never played the violin in public again.
“I broke up with you back then, and you didn’t reply to me for a long time, so I thought you had agreed to it… But I never expected you would rush to Hangzhou to find me.”
But at that time, she felt that she was no longer worthy to stand by Fu Linzheng's side, and she no longer had the courage to tell him the truth.
Everything was so unexpected and unpredictable.
Rong Weiyue nestled against his neck, tears streaming down her face: "Fu Linzheng, I'm sorry, I really didn't know what to do back then... I shouldn't have hurt you, shouldn't have said such hurtful things to you..."
Fu Linzheng comforted her softly with heartache: "It's my fault for not protecting you. If I had made a phone call back then, we might not have broken up."
He thought of what the little girl had gone through back then, and blamed himself for not doing enough. He was completely unaware of what happened six years ago, which caused them to miss so much time.
Actually, neither of them was wrong.
At that tender age, they didn't quite understand how to protect their relationship; they were too proud and lacked determination and courage.
Fortunately, they still have the present, and they can still talk everything out.
He understood her predicament, and she saw his pain.
Fu Linzheng stared straight at her, his eyes burning with passion: "So, Yueyue didn't dislike me. Back in high school, you weren't just playing around with me, were you?"
Rong Weiyue looked at him and nodded: "Of course I've always liked you... Even after we broke up, I haven't liked anyone else."
"Fu Linzheng, from beginning to end, you have always been my only one."
Six years later, he finally received her true answer.
Fu Linzheng leaned in, his eyes bloodshot, and his passionate kiss was like the torrential rain that poured down on her world after their breakup, washing away all the barriers between them.
Two hearts, at this very moment, finally embraced each other without any obstacles.
The two kissed for a long time. Finally, Fu Linzheng noticed that his little girl's nose and eyes were red, so he wiped away her tears.
"Yueyue, we've talked about what happened back then. From now on, you're not allowed to feel guilty about the past anymore, understand?"
He stroked her hair and smiled, "Anyway, after all the twists and turns, no one can break our destiny. We're married now, so let's not care what the outside world says."
Rong Weiyue nodded gently. Fu Linzheng held her in his arms, pecking at her eyebrows and eyes repeatedly, and whispering words of love to her.
After a while, someone contacted Fu Linzheng to ask about this morning's meeting. The man replied, "It's postponed by two hours. I need to spend time with my wife first."
He was worried she would be hungry, so he ordered breakfast and had it delivered a while later. When he brought the breakfast in, he saw the little girl sitting obediently on the edge of the bed in her nightgown, her long dark brown hair hanging down, her fair face upturned, and her eyes looking at him softly.
He suddenly felt that the matter of his car accident had vanished like smoke in the wind.
So what if it was so difficult back then? Now that she's by his side, that's enough.
To him, she was the only one.
As she walked over, the man pulled her into his arms: "Shall I carry you to breakfast?"
"Um……"
Fu Linzheng knelt on one knee before her, grasped her icy ankle, and slipped soft socks onto her feet. Then, gazing at her, his voice low yet utterly resolute:
"Rong Weiyue, I swear, from now on I will protect you and never let anyone bully you again."
She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears.
Fu Linzheng held her in his arms, his voice tinged with anger:
“Baby, I only found out about that match now. I will make those who caused the humiliation and injustice you suffered pay a hundredfold. I will not let any of them get away with it.”
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