Chapter 48 "Are you really trying to seduce me?"...
Chapter 48
Fu Linzheng's gentle yet firm words reached her ears, and Rong Weiyue's grievances and years of repression were enveloped by a warm current. A warm feeling spread across the corners of her eyes, and she nodded slightly.
Just like every promise he and she had ever made before, she knew that he would always keep his word.
Fu Linzheng held her close, his brows furrowed: "The LED screen during the competition was definitely tampered with. It was either out of jealousy, or by one of your competitors, or it was related to me. They even took photos of us, so they obviously know us quite well. Did you find any clues at the time? Or did you have any suspicions?"
Rong Weiyue tried hard to recall, but her mind was blank. She shook her head, her voice trembling slightly: "I wasn't very familiar with the other contestants in the finals, and I didn't have much interaction with them. As for the others... I really don't remember them."
The memory of that day is like paper scorched by flames, covered in burn marks and extremely blurry.
Perhaps it was the brain's instinct for self-preservation, but she resisted recalling that past, and even subconsciously wanted to completely erase it from her mind and never think about it again.
The events of six years ago are difficult to investigate, but if someone tampered with them, there will definitely be clues to be found. Fu Linzheng told her not to worry about it and to leave everything to him.
"Didn't I tell you before, your husband is here to solve your problems? This is a thorn in your side, and now I'm here with you. Let's pull it out together, okay?"
Rong Weiyue nodded warmly and wrapped her arms around his waist: "Azheng, I don't really care about what happened before anymore. We're together again, and nothing can separate us anymore."
Fu Linzheng responded in a low voice: "Actually, if we look at it from another perspective, perhaps all of this is also an arrangement of fate. The past experiences were very painful, but looking back now, they have all become nutrients for our growth. The six years we were separated did not separate us, but instead made us understand more clearly how much we love each other, right?"
If it weren't for the pain of that separation, and the six years of wandering, they might not have been able to truly understand the weight of this relationship. It is precisely because they have gone through so much that they are even more certain that their first love in their youth is the only one they want to spend the rest of their lives with.
Rong Weiyue felt a surge of warmth in her heart upon hearing this, and smiled, "Yes, everything is fine now."
Fu Linzheng stroked the wedding ring on her hand and said earnestly, "Yueyue, I also want to apologize to you again."
She was bewildered. "What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have made that bet with my friends to pursue you, and I shouldn't have joked that dating was just for fun. I didn't respect you or our relationship back then," he said remorsefully.
She was stunned. Fu Linzheng thought of the past: "At first, I pursued you out of a competitive spirit, but later I became serious. I wanted to study at university in Beijing with you, and I wanted to marry you. After I made up my mind about you, I could no longer see anyone else."
He grasped her hand, his dark eyes lifting to reflect her image like a burning flame.
"Rong Weiyue, from high school until now, every 'I love you' I've ever said to you has been sincere."
The girl's eyes stung with tears. Fu Linzheng said, "But I didn't do it right at first. I have such a carefree and irresponsible personality, which made you feel insecure. I promise I won't do it again."
He held her hand tightly, his dark eyes calm: "And who said we're worlds apart? In my eyes, those backgrounds don't matter. My family's wealth has never been a barrier between us; it just means I have the ability to give you a better life, you know?"
When Rong Weiyue heard his words, all the pain that had been piercing her heart finally dissipated at this moment.
She understood and realized it, and no longer felt upset or inferior because of those words.
Her nose tingled, and her heart softened like a loaf of warm bread. She nodded and said, "I know. I was just too sensitive and stubborn. If I had asked you directly or had a big fight with you, many of my emotions wouldn't have been bottled up inside and fermented."
In fact, over the years, Fu Linzheng has already proven his sincerity with countless actions. She should trust him more and have more confidence in their relationship.
For couples to have a long-lasting relationship, they cannot hide or avoid secrets; they must be honest and trusting.
Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "I know you love me very much now, and I love you too, so it's not too late for us, right?"
Fu Linzheng leaned down, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her:
"certainly."
Their breaths mingled, their love intertwined, and he held her in his arms, showering her with all his affection.
The snow fell silently outside the window, and the world was white.
The torrential rain that year when I was eighteen finally crossed the bleak autumn and turned into a dreamlike, vast expanse of white snow.
Rong Weiyue clung to his shoulders, pressing closer to his embrace, then leaned back. Fu Linzheng came to meet her, his strong chest pressed against hers, the muscles in his arms encircling her rising and falling, his penis meandering.
The man turned his head, his kisses lingering on her rosy earlobes and fair swan neck, his breath growing heavier, like a musket sweeping through her heart, stirring up an irresistible longing, and he couldn't help but call out to her:
"Baby……"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and just as their breathing became erratic, suddenly—
"Gurgle..."
The little girl's stomach growled very clearly.
"..."
The atmosphere was suddenly broken.
She hesitated and made a sound of embarrassment. Fu Linzheng chuckled softly, a hint of doting in his dark red eyes: "Hungry? Xianbao, why don't you go eat?"
Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed, "Hungry? No, not hungry..."
Fu Linzheng's smile deepened, "Are you hungry or not?"
The little girl blinked her bright eyes, then stammered shyly, "I'm hungry, but I'm also quite hungry..."
She had always been bold enough to tell him this, and Fu Linzheng's Adam's apple bobbed as his raspy voice whispered in her ear, "What, you're hungry? Little Moon? It's only been a few days, and you already want hot dogs?"
Rong Weiyue's cheeks were flushed red, and she bit her lip, looking at him with pure eyes: "I want to eat some. Maybe my appetite has been better lately..."
Damn, he's absolutely smitten by her cuteness, and he's completely hooked by her charm.
Rong Weiyue felt a tickle in her heart, and gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice as sweet and coquettish as a cat's: "Aren't you coming...?"
Fu Linzheng bit her earlobe: "You want it that much?"
These past few days, she's been sick and has been eating only bland soup and porridge every day. Even the night before her business trip, she only had two small meals, which is nothing compared to her usual diet. How can she possibly feel full?
The girl responded softly. Fu Linzheng was also in a bad mood. He was willing, but he still kept his composure and coaxed her in a deep voice, "I have a meeting this morning. Do you really think it will be over in more than an hour? Do you want to wait until tonight? Besides, you flew here for more than ten hours and haven't eaten. What if I make you collapse later?"
Fu Linzheng's principle is that if you're going to do something, you must do it to the fullest.
The sausage shop owner said in the morning that they weren't selling to the public, and the girl also felt that the hot dogs needed to be rolled around a little longer to get a crispier crust, so she reluctantly agreed and would come back in the evening.
But the owner called her back and brought her a dessert.
Fu Linzheng saw the sadness in her eyes, his gaze intense, and it made her feel like a butterfly. "Baby, I'll let you... have it once."
Outside the window, the sky over Lucerne was pristine white, and the pine forests of the distant mountains were bent low by the heavy snow. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, stirring up fine snowflakes that looked like countless tiny diamonds floating in the air.
The streets were quiet, with the occasional echo of horse-drawn carriage hooves rolling over the snow, accompanied by sweet, dry vocals and the sound of splattering—the most beautiful symphony in his ears.
This morning, the hotel staff also delivered a strawberry cake. It consisted of two small cakes with strawberry pieces in the middle, but Fu Linzheng felt it was far less sweet and soft than this one, which also had a lot of strawberry filling.
After a long while of bowing his head in submission, the man looked up and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes had been vacant for a long time, with tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. She looked both adorable and pitiful. The man's voice was deep and resonant as he kissed away her tears and teased, "Are you full now?"
Rong Weiyue's eyes turned as red as a little white rabbit's: "I'm full for now..."
Waaaaah, Fu Linzheng is so amazing, how come he's so good at this...?
The man kissed her earlobe: "Baby knew I was thirsty this morning, so she fed me a lot."
Rong Weiyue blushed and buried her face in his hands, telling him to stop talking. Fu Linzheng helped her clean up. She noticed that the hot dogs in the shop window were already shiny with oil, and the casings were about to burst, but he still refrained from selling them to her. She really admired the self-control of the sausage vendor...
Finally, Fu Linzheng joked, "Can we eat now?"
"Hmm..." Now I can take care of my stomach.
Fu Linzheng carried her to sit on the sofa. Several exquisite Western-style breakfasts were laid out on the coffee table. The man picked up his fork and said, "Baby, would you like to try this honey croissant?"
"good."
She took a bite, her eyes crinkling with joy. Fu Linzheng then asked her, "What else would you like to eat, baby?"
She pointed, "That potato pancake."
He forked a hash brown and, along with a salmon roll, brought it to her lips, like a doting father figure who had taken care of her in every way. He then poured her a hot drink. "Want some hot chocolate?"
"good."
The little girl wasn't picky about anything and ate whatever he fed her. It was rare for her to be so spoiled and rely entirely on him for pampering. Fu Linzheng laughed and said, "Are you a little rabbit? You eat whatever I feed you."
She blinked. "It's your little bunny."
Fu Linzheng's heart softened, and he couldn't help but kiss her cheek, smiling, "Baby, how can you be so good?"
Rong Weiyue rested her head against his chest and murmured softly, "Knowing how pitiful you were before, I'll be better from now on."
Fu Linzheng's thin lips curved into a smile as he leaned close to her ear, his voice deep and husky: "If you put it that way, wouldn't I be able to use this psychology of yours to do a lot of things?"
Her eyes sparkled like autumn water as she looked up at him: "Hmm, you can do whatever you want tonight, okay?"
Not satisfied with provoking him, Fu Linzheng pulled her even tighter, his breath heavy: "If I want to do whatever I want, won't you get a fever again?"
She muttered, "You'll only know if you try it."
Seeing her provocative look, Fu Linzheng bit her earlobe and laughed angrily: "Just you wait, don't come crying to me tonight."
After finishing breakfast, Fu Linzheng had to go to a meeting. In the afternoon, he was going to the valley to film a documentary. Rong Weiyue asked, "Can I go with you this afternoon? I don't want you to go alone."
He would definitely feel sad if they went to the place where the accident happened, and she wanted to stay with him.
He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his expression tender: "Okay."
Fu Linzheng went to change his clothes, and Rong Weiyue sat back on the bed. She was surprised to see a marriage certificate and a stack of their photos on the bedside table. She laughed and said, "Fu Linzheng, why did you print out all our photos? I didn't know you were so clingy."
Fu Linzheng coughed twice and said lazily, "I had some free time earlier, so I just washed it and brought it along to take a look."
Well, it was both just right and casual.
She took it: "Since you washed it so casually, I'm confiscating it."
Fu Linzheng's expression darkened slightly. He pulled her into his arms and whispered, "No, give it back to me."
This person is so adorable...
She smiled and called him silly, then showed him the photo: "Next time something happens, you're not allowed to hide it from me anymore. Isn't it more useful for me to be with you than this photo?"
Fu Linzheng smiled lazily and went to change into a suit. Standing in front of the dressing mirror, he buttoned up his shirt, turned to look at her, and beckoned to her with two fingers, "Baby, come here."
"what……"
"What are you doing? Help your husband tie his tie."
Rong Weiyue said "oh" and obediently got out of bed and ran to him. She took the dark graphite gray suit and tie and made him bend his head slightly. The man then put his arm around her slender waist, and his broad and strong shoulders encircled her delicate body.
She looked incredibly small in his presence.
He couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her cheek. She blushed and told him to be serious, then fastened the belt for him. "Looser or tighter?"
"Relax."
His lazy voice fell on my ear: "You're usually tight enough."
"Isn't this the first time I've tied his tie?" Rong Weiyue was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and her cheeks flushed red: "Fu Linzheng, that's enough..."
This person is so wicked...
He still wouldn't admit it, saying with a lazy, teasing tone, "I was saying you usually hold me very tightly. What did you think of that? How come your thoughts are always so impure?"
She really wanted to hit him. "If you say that again, I won't help you!"
She stood on tiptoe and bit his Adam's apple, giving him pleasure again.
Fu Linzheng stopped teasing her and let her tie it up. He had business to discuss this morning, so he wore a custom-made dark blue three-piece suit with a dark camel cashmere coat over it. The tailoring was smooth and exquisite, outlining his broad shoulders and tall figure.
Although he appeared refined and noble, he couldn't hide the arrogant and flamboyant aura in his bones.
After fastening her tie, Rong Weiyue took the silver-gray textured tie clip and clipped it below the third button of her suit. She took a step back to admire her work, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "All done."
Fu Linzheng raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize your technique was so smooth."
She joked, "Of course, my other boyfriends taught me."
?
Fu Linzheng's eyes widened in surprise, then a surge of jealousy erupted as he grabbed her, demanding, "Where did you get other boyfriends from?"
Rong Weiyue's eyes curved into a smile: "If I really had other boyfriends in college, would you mind? Would you still like me?"
Fu Linzheng stared at her, considering the possibility. His possessiveness and jealousy surged within him, but he suppressed them and said in a hoarse voice, "How could I not like you? Although I'd be jealous to death, it's your freedom. Anyway, you'll be mine in the end."
Rong Weiyue felt a lump in her throat and smiled, "Of course it's yours, it's never belonged to anyone else."
Fu Linzheng sighed leisurely: "You don't need to know. You've liked a man like me who's top-notch in every way. Your standards must have been raised too high. How could you possibly be interested in other people?"
She smiled and said, "Fu Linzheng, you never stop being so arrogant."
She straightened his tie and explained, "I saw you often wearing suits, so I learned to do it myself recently. I even put armbands on you; it's really sexy. How about we try it sometime?"
He smirked, "You like me in a suit? Want me to *you* while wearing a suit?"
She blushed as she imagined the striking contrast between the noble and the wild. Fu Linzheng teased, "Let's try it another day."
She smiled shyly and replied, "Okay, big doggy."
His gaze paused. "What did you call me?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Aren't you my dog...?"
Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened, and he chuckled as he leaned down and pinned her against the wall, forcefully kissing her. Rong Weiyue smiled and quickly scrambled out of his arms, saying, "You have a meeting, so stop fooling around."
This guy got up again in no time...
Finally, Fu Linzheng patted her head and said, "Go to sleep. I'm going out. I'll come back to pick you up at noon."
She agreed.
Fu Linzheng walked out of the suite, where Huai Yu was already waiting at the door.
He saw a faint smile on Fu Linzheng's lips, completely different from his gloomy state yesterday.
Huaiyu was fed another dose of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Good heavens, is this the charm of my sister-in-law? How did she manage to coax Zheng Ge into such a good mood...?
As they walked towards the elevator, Fu Linzheng recounted to Huaiyu the story of Ming Hengzhi and Rong Weiyue being falsely accused, and then instructed:
"These next few days, pull up all the materials from that Mingheng Cup – the list of participants, the competition videos, the list of judges and staff, especially the participants. Focus on checking those. Also, check the detail that the computer room surveillance was broken that day, and see if anyone tampered with it."
"OK."
Fu Linzheng's gaze was sharp, and his tone was cold: "When we return to China, you need to notify the person in charge of the competition from Mingheng Culture that year to come to me. Why was there no news about this matter within Mingheng? Who suppressed the matter? Explain everything to me clearly."
This incident indirectly led to their breakup after six years.
He will definitely not let the person who caused trouble behind the scenes get away with it.
Huaiyu knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded solemnly: "Okay, Brother Zheng, I will definitely find out the truth and clear my sister-in-law's name."
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Rong Weiyue took a nap at the hotel in the morning. After talking about what happened back then, she felt completely relieved and slept soundly.
When she woke up, she found that Fu Linzheng had already returned and was sitting on the edge of the bed, working and keeping her company. She snuggled into his arms and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"
"Why are you disturbing me when you're sleeping so soundly?" Fu Linzheng rubbed her head. He had just returned from a meeting and found her curled up asleep, her sleeping face gentle and peaceful, which made his heart melt.
Six years ago, when he came to Switzerland, he was all alone, but now she is by his side, and she is still his wife.
Home is wherever she is.
Rong Weiyue smiled, snuggled up to him for a while, and then they went out to eat together.
In the afternoon, the two headed to the filming location of the documentary. The Rolls-Royce drove out of the city, and light snow was falling outside the car window. Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue sat in the back seat, and he introduced the scenery along the way to her.
An hour later, the Rolls-Royce arrived at the valley on the southern outskirts of Lucerne. Fu Linzheng said, "After that car accident, VMD, the company that organized the closed-door training, went bankrupt. Now this place has been taken over by the local Swiss government."
As the mountain road wound its way up, Fu Linzheng, revisiting the place for the first time in six years, vaguely recalled what the track looked like back then, and the scenes of the car accident also vividly came to mind.
The smell of blood, the pain of shattered bones, and the flames filling the sky... all sorts of memories surged back, his brows furrowed, and his heart sank.
Rong Weiyue sensed his discomfort, held his hand tightly, and said gently, "Azheng, if you're not feeling well today, just tell me. You don't need to pretend to be strong in front of me, okay?"
Before coming here, Fu Linzheng kept telling himself that he had seen everything on the field, and a car accident was nothing.
But his little girl didn't tell him to be strong; instead, she told him that no one is perfect, and he can be vulnerable because she is strong enough now, and he can lean on her shoulder.
In her eyes, he was not the invincible world champion standing at the top; he was simply her husband.
Fu Linzheng met her gaze, his heart slowly relaxing, and he smiled, "Yes, my princess can protect me now."
Rong Weiyue smiled and hugged him.
After a while, the car drove halfway up the mountain, and a gray-white building came into view. The two got out of the car and were warmly greeted by Jonathan, the head of SEDR, and Rachel, the documentary host, and other staff.
Fu Linzheng won the world championship at a young age, and her fame and respect are known all over the world.
Fu Linzheng led Rong Weiyue out of the car, and everyone greeted them warmly. Jonathan shook hands with him and said in English with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Fu, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Fu Linzheng shook hands with everyone, and everyone noticed Rong Weiyue. He put his arm around her and introduced her, speaking softly:
This is my wife; she's with me today.
Everyone looked at Rong Weiyue standing next to Fu Linzheng—
With an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, crimson lips, and a pair of clear amber eyes radiating gentle tenderness, she had long eyelashes, dimples, and wore a smoky white cashmere coat. Her long hair was styled in a low bun. She was a typical classical Eastern beauty, stunningly beautiful.
Unexpectedly, this young world champion got married, and his wife is so beautiful. Everyone was amazed and offered their congratulations, praising the two as a perfect match.
Rong Weiyue greeted everyone with a smile. After greeting them, the group went inside to fix their makeup. Rachel and Fu Linzheng discussed the process and, after confirming everything was in order, began filming. Rong Weiyue was able to stay by Fu Linzheng's side. At this time, these images would not be released to the public.
After the camera started rolling, Rachel first conducted a brief interview with Fu Linzheng, and then took them to the archives room, where there was a small conference table with a screen and a tabletop in front of it, on which hung a model of the valley track.
After obtaining Fu Linzheng's permission, the screen played the relevant video footage from the day of the car accident. In the footage, the race car overturned, spun, and caught fire. Rong Weiyue witnessed it with her own eyes and was once again shocked, her eyes reddening.
Just looking at it made her feel suffocated with pain, let alone Fu Linzheng, who had personally experienced it six years ago...
As Fu Linzheng watched, the slight oppression in his heart gradually subsided when he felt the warmth of the little girl holding his hand.
He had prepared himself mentally before coming, and he wasn't actually that afraid of the physical pain the car accident had caused him.
Rachel said that when Fu Linzheng saw the construction vehicle, he immediately slowed down and forcibly cut off the acceleration system, turned the steering wheel sharply, and chose to roll over to avoid a head-on collision with the construction vehicle, thus saving the engineer's life. He made the best possible rescue decision under extreme circumstances.
Rachel asked him what he was thinking in those brief two seconds. Fu Linzheng paused for a moment, then calmly replied:
“I didn’t think about anything, I just subconsciously didn’t want to hurt anyone else. I knew that if I crashed into that construction vehicle, I would basically survive with the protective gear on my car, but the people on that construction vehicle would definitely die on the spot. So I wanted to do everything I could to make sure we all survived.”
He had learned how to handle sideslip obstacle avoidance from textbooks before, but he was able to make that decision because of his superb driving skills, the experience he had accumulated in countless competitions, and his strong and calm mindset.
He chose a worse angle of impact, sacrificing his own life to save another.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears, and she was deeply shocked.
Fu Linzheng's car accident was never made public, but those in the industry who knew about it deeply admired and respected him. Whether it was his skills or his character, he deserved to be called a world-class racing driver.
The documentary team then took them to the slope where the accident had occurred. It used to be a closed track, but now safety barriers have been erected around it, and the road is closed.
Fu Linzheng calmly recounted his experience in front of the camera. Rong Weiyue, seeing the narrow mountain road, could hardly imagine the dangers of that time, when Fu Linzheng was only nineteen years old.
After the cameras were turned off, the two looked at each other quietly. Fu Linzheng raised his hand and put it around her. Rong Weiyue's nose tingled, and she still felt a pang of heartache.
"That was so close, I almost didn't get to see you again..."
After arriving here, Rong Weiyue felt even more distressed. The man wiped away her tears and comforted her with a smile, "A person who has survived a great calamity is bound to have good fortune. Isn't it perfectly fine that I'm standing in front of you?"
Rong Weiyue hugged him, and Rachel thoughtfully handed him a tissue. Fu Linzheng smiled and said in English, "My wife is a crybaby. She only found out about my car accident today, so she feels very sorry for me."
Rachel asked in surprise, "Is your wife just finding out?"
Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue looked at each other: "Yes... we broke up for some reasons back then, but now we're back together."
Rachel paused for a moment, then remarked with emotion that it was no wonder the two seemed to have a very good relationship. "That's probably the most touching part of your story. It's through separation and reunion that people truly understand each other's importance."
Finally, back indoors for a solo interview, Rachel asked, "Mr. Fu, coming back here, to this place that almost took everything from you, are you afraid? If you hadn't survived, none of that would have happened, including your world championship title."
Fu Linzheng lowered his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds before a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Actually, when I came to Lucerne yesterday, I admit I was feeling a little unwell, but later, my wife found out about it and rushed over to be with me."
He recalled, "When I opened the hotel room door this morning and saw her looking like a little snowman, I felt like I wasn't afraid of anything at that moment."
The man raised his dark eyes, his gaze passing over the camera and landing on Rong Weiyue behind him, a tenderness in his eyes:
"Compared to my wife, the honors of being a world champion are nothing. I once thought I had lost everything, but now that she is by my side, I know that I have not lost anything."
“I used to pursue career success, but now, having her is enough for me.”
Whether he was mediocre or successful, whether he fell into the trough or stood at the peak, he had seen countless magnificent scenes in the world, but none of them could compare to the woman in front of him.
Heaven favored him.
Even though it took six years, the final result was worth it.
Rong Weiyue met his gaze, her eyes brimming with tears, and smiled.
As the documentary filming drew to a close, the SEDR production team prepared a special surprise for Fu Linzheng: they invited the engineer from the construction vehicle from back then, along with his family.
Six years ago, the engineer had just turned thirty and married his girlfriend of four years. Six years later, he and his wife have a beautiful and lovely daughter, and the family of three is extremely happy.
When they saw Fu Linzheng, they were moved to tears and bowed deeply in gratitude, saying that he had saved their family. Everyone present was touched and their eyes welled up with tears.
Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue had a warm conversation with the engineer couple, who were deeply moved to see that Fu Linzheng now had a happy family.
Fu Linzheng politely declined their invitation to dinner. His youngest daughter then drew a cartoon of Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue and gave it to them. The drawing depicted a cute little boy and girl holding hands, standing on a blue sea, with a crescent moon in the sky. When her parents asked her why she drew it that way, the little girl smiled and pointed to Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng's wedding rings—
It is the moon and the tides.
They stayed together, never to be separated again.
The little girl handed it to her, and Rong Weiyue patted her head, accepting it with gratitude.
After filming wrapped up for the night, the Rolls-Royce drove down the mountain, and the snow outside the window had stopped.
As night falls, the streetlights warmly illuminate the road ahead.
Rong Weiyue saw that Fu Linzheng had relaxed a lot, and knew that today's trip was not to reopen his wounds, but to truly heal him.
She gently took his hand and softly called out, "Mr. Fu."
"Um?"
She snuggled into his arms, her eyes lighting up: "You're shining in my eyes right now."
She only realized today how difficult and amazing he was back then.
"Some people say that you can't like someone just because they are nice to you, but because they are a good person in their own right. Fu Linzheng, you saved others and you saved yourself. You are my pride for life."
Fu Linzheng smiled. "Rare indeed, such high praise?"
"Are you getting cocky again? It's okay, you're allowed to be cocky today." She smiled.
Fu Linzheng chuckled softly, placed a kiss on her brow and eye, and whispered, "It is because of you that I can become the pride of so many others."
They are all helping each other become better people.
As they drove down the mountain, Jonathan texted Fu Linzheng, saying that he had taken a preliminary look at the footage and that the afternoon's material was very good. He would let Fu Linzheng review the final edited video, and whether it would be released later would depend entirely on Fu Linzheng's personal wishes.
During dinner, Fu Linzheng also called her family and told them about what happened to Rong Weiyue back then. Ni Yingzhi didn't expect that the phone call she received would cause such a big misunderstanding. She felt guilty and kept apologizing. Rong Weiyue said that it was also a coincidence at the time, and comforted her in return: "Mom, you treat me so well now. I have long forgotten about what happened back then. And thank you for taking care of me, Mom. I feel very warm now."
Ni Yingzhi was moved; Yueyue was truly such a wonderful girl.
Fu Linzheng said that it was good that they had already talked about what happened back then. Ni Yin, who was next to Ni Yingzhi, said, "Brother, then we must investigate thoroughly who slandered sister-in-law back then. Our Fu family will never let her get away with it!"
Fu Linzheng's voice was firm: "Of course, I will investigate this matter thoroughly."
The father, Fu Sisheng, said calmly, "Zheng, those things back then probably left a bad impression on Yueyue's parents. Now that you two are married, you haven't told them yet. When Yueyue's parents come back from their trip, you need to handle this matter properly and show them how much you value Yueyue."
As an elder, Ni Yingzhi was insightful and said, "That's right, Zheng. No matter what the relationship is between Yueyue and her parents, you are still their son-in-law. Do what you should do so that they can truly entrust Yueyue to you from the bottom of their hearts. Of course, the most important thing is to protect Yueyue and not let her be hurt again. We will cherish Yueyue from now on."
"I know."
Fu Linzheng agreed and held Rong Weiyue's hand tightly. Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with warmth.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linzheng said, "No wonder she was nervous when I mentioned meeting her parents before. It turns out she was afraid they wouldn't agree. Don't be nervous. Leave this to me. I'll handle it."
Rong Weiyue nodded, completely trusting him.
After dinner, the two returned to their hotel suite, and Fu Linzheng carried her to the bathroom.
The air was sweet, and the love was growing stronger.
But there was no way to proceed further, because Fu Linzheng received a message in the evening that there was an impromptu online meeting that night.
Just like in the morning, the little girl curled up in his arms at the end, her cheeks flushed as if painted with rouge, breathing softly. Fu Linzheng licked the remaining sweetness on his thin lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, and raised an eyebrow: "Are you feeling unwell?"
She tugged at his bathrobe and muttered, "When are you going to finish your meeting?"
When will the sausage shop be able to reopen...?
Fu Linzheng curled his lips into a mischievous smile: "I don't know, baby. You just wait and see."
"..."
This person did it on purpose.
She was sulking and didn't want to talk to him, but Fu Linzheng kissed her for a while longer before getting up and leaving. She then went to handle her work.
An hour later, she turned off the tablet. Feeling bored all alone, she decided to play a mischievous game and left the living room.
In the living room, Fu Linzheng sat on the sofa with a towel tied around his waist. His strong muscles were very taut under the light. There was a laptop on the coffee table. He was wearing headphones and talking on the phone about racing. His expression was cold and focused.
He was so serious and meticulous when he was working that he was completely opposite to his behavior at that time, which only added to his coldness and desire.
Rong Weiyue walked over, and Fu Linzheng looked up at the sound, his gaze suddenly freezing—
The nightgown was placed on the sofa in the inner room.
At this moment, she was only wearing two white bows, one at the top and one at the bottom.
Under the lamplight, the woman's face was like a cloud or mist, her lips were adorned with rouge, and her delicate red mole was like a piece of white porcelain. Her waist was slender.
Like a milky white cake tied with a velvet ribbon, it's breathtakingly beautiful.
Fu Linzheng's throat tightened instantly.
One glance was enough to make him lose all interest in work.
She did it on purpose.
When Rong Weiyue saw his expression change, she smiled and pretended to walk to the coffee table to get a power bank. Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The next second, she fell sideways into his arms.
A cloud suddenly crashed down on the majestic mountain peak. The kitten hurriedly clung to his shoulder, letting out a soft meow in fright. Its heart pounded like a drum, and when it looked up, it met Fu Linzheng's deep, dark eyes.
He tried to escape, but was firmly held in place by the iron arm.
Hey, the sausage is cooked.
She looked at him shyly, her eyes clear and innocent.
Fu Linzheng's eyes held a half-smile, dark and brooding gaze, as if to say, "Still pretending?"
The people in the conference room paused slightly, sensing a woman's voice inside. Whether it was their imagination or not, Fu Linzheng took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Go ahead, what's wrong with the data?"
His British accent was exceptionally pleasant to listen to, and his slightly hoarse voice was even more magnetic and captivating, but it was hard to hear any difference from before.
No one would know that at this moment, a kitten was nestled in his arms, and the man's broad body was almost twice the size of her.
Fu Linzheng had been forced to attend the meeting, and now a fire alarm was going off in his heart. His blood was boiling, and his palms were exploring.
The snow outside the window was falling very quietly, large flakes of snow seemed to be covering the whole world with a layer of silver white, and the vintage clock on the wall was ticking away.
As he listened to the report on the other end of the phone, he nibbled on her earlobe. Rong Weiyue, like a glutinous rice ball floating and rolling in boiling water, bit her red lips and whispered coquettishly, "Turn off your microphone..."
Fu Linzheng pulled his headphones away a bit, chuckled, and pressed his thin lips against her earlobe: "You dared to come over here because you're afraid of being heard?"
Fu Linzheng has always been extremely bad in this regard.
The moon-shaped wedding ring was used for breath-holding practice, plunging in and floating out, but the lung capacity was too poor, and the breathing time went from 5 seconds to 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, 0.5 seconds...
Rong Weiyue clung tightly to his shoulders, her nails digging into them, her eyes reddening, and her red lips bitten until they turned white.
After a while, she knocked over the pear juice next to the sofa.
It fell softly.
Rong Weiyue buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed like a child admitting her mistake.
Reaching the critical point, Fu Linzheng let out a heavy sigh, his eyes darkening, and said in a hoarse voice into the phone in English, "That's all for today. Review it and report back tomorrow."
He then abruptly ended the meeting, slammed his headphones onto the table, rolled over, and pinned her down on the leather sofa, his eyes dark and menacing.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Rong Weiyue sensed danger and protested, "I didn't..."
She lied and her buttocks trembled like a red persimmon in the wind, tears welling in her eyes, "Fu Linzheng, I was wrong..."
"Now you know you were wrong?"
Fu Linzheng gripped her chin, his deep voice sinking into her ear, his tone wild and roguish: "Do you think they heard what you just said? Do they know what we're doing, hmm?"
Rong Weiyue's eyes were brimming with tears: "It was you... who didn't turn off the microphone..."
"Turn it off? Do you know how loud you'll be after you turn it off?" Rong Weiyue's voice was soft and sweet, enough to drive him crazy in an instant.
Both of them had had enough, so Fu Linzheng went to get the coffee table.
He bought it downstairs when he came back tonight; it's her favorite flavor and type, and he bought a large box of 12.
I'm going back to China tomorrow QAQ...
The air seemed to surge to an irreversible point, the black mole obscured, the man exuding an overwhelming dominance. Rong Weiyue's watery eyes, as if swept by the wind, reddened: "Fu Linzheng..."
Fu Linzheng held her, sitting face to face on the sofa. Seeing that he didn't move, she scratched him to urge him on, but the man was mischievous, his voice low and husky:
"Not in a hurry? Then do it yourself."
Fu Linzheng, naked, his muscles bulging, sweat rolling down his forehead, kissed her tenderly, his deep, husky voice whispering in her ear:
"Baby, I've saved up a lot these past few days. Tonight, you can be the juicer and squeeze it all out, okay?"
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