Chapter 49 "Little cat, sag your waist a little more."...
Chapter 49
Outside the window, a vast expanse of white snow blanketed the landscape. In the distance, the Alps lay silently nestled deep within the snow and mist. Few pedestrians thronged the streets outside, and a biting wind howled through the air.
Inside, the warmth of the room caused a layer of white mist to rise from the glass, as if spring had arrived, with plants sprouting and butterflies fluttering about. The pure white camellia by the window, glistening with dew, bloomed brightly.
The living room was brightly lit, yet everything was shrouded in darkness. Fu Linzheng's wicked words reached her ears, and the little girl's tear-streaked eyelashes fluttered like dandelion feathers, her soft white cheeks flushed red.
Since she had that fever a week ago, Fu Linzheng has been much more well-behaved. They've had very little intimacy, and the night before Fu Linzheng came to Switzerland, they only had a brief encounter. For the two of them, it had been far too long since they last met.
Moreover, now that all misunderstandings have been cleared up and all feelings have been confessed, their hearts are free from any obstacles and can truly rely on each other.
Even a complete overhaul isn't enough to make up for the six years of lost time.
Moreover, Fu Linzheng would definitely want her when he returned from Switzerland this time. Who knew that the little girl would come by herself, meowing from hunger in the morning until night, and she was so naughty just now. How could he possibly let her go now?
The meal was devoured in no time.
At this moment, she had nowhere to escape; she was firmly locked up, already embraced in the deepest love.
The sausage shop was open late at night, and the egg shop next door was also open. As soon as the little girl came in, she ate a sausage and two eggs in one bite.
The sausages were fragrant and steaming hot, and the eggs were plump and round. Her little appetite was a bit strained at first, so she quickly squeezed out two mouthfuls of plum juice to avoid choking.
With its claws outstretched and its ferocity unrestrained, it had been building up for a day, and now it was like a sealing wax stamp falling, leaving a deep imprint on its mark. Rong Weiyue's heart pounded like popping candy, and tears hung on her eyelashes, threatening to fall in the dim light.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, her lips were bitten until they were white, and the kitten murmured, "I...I don't know how..."
She was forced to help with grilling, and she hasn't even gotten a chef's certificate yet QAQ.
Her innocent almond-shaped eyes were as pure as a little white rabbit's, but deep down she was clearly a little wildcat. Fu Linzheng's dark eyes were deep red, his oppressive aura heavy, like a fever of thirty-nine degrees Celsius, as he held her down as she tried to escape, his voice low and husky:
"What are you pretending for? You knew how to do that back in high school. I didn't have to teach you. You're just naturally amazing, it's driving people crazy."
Fu Linzheng had his legs wide open, holding the woman in his arms. His legs were longer than her arms, with very dark leg hair, and his muscles were as tight as cast iron, taut like a fully drawn bow. The veins on his legs were prominent, showing a strong sense of power and oppression. At that time, his strength was almost terrifying.
Normally, Fu Linzheng would at least offer repeated favors, but now he showed no mercy, preferring to make himself envious rather than hold her firmly and remain unmoved.
The sausage vendor went on strike QAQ...
A restless feeling stirred within her, a sense of emptiness washed over her, and her cheeks flushed crimson as she bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes: "Fu Linzheng, you...you've gone too far..."
He curled his lips into a smirk, quite smug.
"What am I supposed to do if I'm really that unreasonable?"
She angrily bit his Adam's apple, and Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms, kissed her earlobe, and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Baby, treat me like a toy, okay? You can play with me however you want, I'm all yours."
He wanted her to go crazy for him, to give her everything.
There's a large amusement park in Lucerne late at night.
After the little girl went over, she got a 12-hour unlimited night ticket. When she arrived at the carousel, she was unaware of the horse's power. Her palms were slightly sweaty with nervousness, but she still stumbled and climbed up, and obediently sat down.
The machine started, and she and he intertwined their fingers to start the carousel.
From fear to gradual adaptation, and then to liking it, the little girl became bolder and bolder.
After riding the carousel, she went on the drop tower. When she reached the highest point, she was terrified. The next second, she suddenly plummeted, thinking she was going to break, but she was caught firmly and then thrown up by the reaction force.
With only one support, her eyes reddened from the stress, the kitten, no matter how frantically it struggled, could only cling to the man's arms.
The night outside the window was deep, with snow falling and a cold wind rustling against the glass. The curtains in the hotel's presidential suite were tightly closed, keeping out all the chill.
The interior felt like another world, with warm lighting and the sweet aroma of white tea filling the air.
A marshmallow is placed in the oven to bake.
It collapsed, and it was sweet and soft.
After a while, beads of sweat and tears dripped from Rong Weiyue's face, the salty taste mingling with hers as he kissed her. Fu Linzheng held her down, unable to hold back his curses, his voice hoarse: "Baby, son, are you trying to cut me off?"
"I don't……"
Tears welled in her eyes, a look of grievance on her face, but Fu Linzheng's gaze was deep and unwavering. His voice, sharp and menacing, demanded, "Baby, you still say you haven't? Do you know how much of a bastard I am?"
As the clock struck one quarter, she raised the little white flag and collapsed into his arms, shaking her head and crying, "Husband, I can't take it anymore."
Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened, and he switched places with her, taking the initiative.
It was almost an extreme intensity.
The kitten meowed loudly.
Fu Linzheng, in a fit of madness, abandoned all reason, picked her up and walked to the window, where their world consisted only of each other.
Back on the sofa, she lay crying in his arms. Fu Linzheng pressed his palm firmly against the back of her neck and showered her with kisses.
The little girl curled up like a shrimp, looking wronged and pitiful.
She lost control of her mind, completely captivated by him. It took her a long time to climb back ashore and escape the suffocation. Fu Linzheng's fierceness subsided, and he smiled in a hoarse voice: "Baby, we need to pay for cleaning the sofa tomorrow."
She burst into tears and pouted, "Waaaaah, Fu Linzheng hates you..."
He's so fast, it's like a massage gun on its highest setting.
Fu Linzheng breathed heavily, a roguish smile playing on his lips: "Baby, I was so afraid I'd just knock you out."
She thought so too...
Rong Weiyue was so embarrassed that she hid away, wondering what the cleaning staff would think when they saw her tomorrow: "I'm not talking to you anymore..."
Fu Linzheng grinned arrogantly: "I've made you... like this, and now you're turning your back on me?"
Her cheeks were flushed, and she whispered to him how it felt. The man's bathrobe had already fallen to the window, and beads of sweat rolled down his chest. He kissed her cheek and sighed, "Baby, I'm totally smitten too."
She could give him back a thousandfold whatever he wanted.
An unparalleled match.
Fu Linzheng threw the umbrella into the trash can and whispered, "It didn't break this time, did it?"
Fu Linzheng smiled and said, "No, I bought the wrong size last time."
There were many choices in the shop downstairs, but Fu Linzheng is considered terrifying among foreigners.
He picked up the rest and carried her to the bedroom with one arm.
The world has turned upside down again.
“Fu Linzheng, you…”
What he had just experienced was merely an appetizer. His eyes deepened: "Baby, there's still plenty left. Let's keep juicing, hmm?"
The little girl said coquettishly, "I don't want to move anymore..."
Fu Linzheng laughed: "With your stamina, you still dare to boast all day long? How can you be so spineless?"
“You’re not just tired, you’re…”
It's impossible to achieve that kind of happiness.
Fu Linzheng's lips curled up, he flipped the butterfly over, and his husky, seductive voice fell behind her ear: "I've always spoiled you, so of course it won't do if your taste and appetite don't keep up."
Hmm...
Rong Weiyue's words lingered on her lips, but she couldn't find a reason to refute them. Fu Linzheng turned his head and kissed her cheek, "Leave it to me. I can give you whatever you want tonight."
Rong Weiyue buried her face in the pillow, Fu Linzheng's broad figure looming over her like a wall, his captivating voice enveloping her:
"Little cat, sag your waist a little more."
Her cheeks flushed red, and she willingly became his cat.
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Sometime during the night, the snow outside the window quietly stopped.
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of camellias.
At 3 a.m., the sausage shop closed, and the egg wholesale store also cleared out its stock.
The little fish was picked up and moved to another room.
Fortunately, the presidential suite was big enough.
The next day, the bright sunlight rose outside the window, the snow on the eaves melted slightly, and the world was a pure and bright white.
Rong Weiyue slept until the sun was high in the sky.
When she woke up, she found herself alone in the room.
It struggled for a long time.
The little fish hooked itself up and tried its best to lift itself up.
She was completely naked; the thin blanket slipped off her pink shoulders, and her body felt as if it were soaking in lemon-orange water, with a sour taste.
She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror diagonally opposite her—
Her lips were bright red, her face glowed, and her fair skin was covered with cherry blossom petals, especially in certain spots.
Every single one of them bears the mark left by Fu Linzheng.
He truly understood her completely, inside and out.
If anyone saw this scene, they would surely realize that she had been thoroughly pampered and was incredibly sweet.
Fu Linzheng's charm was too great. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he talked to her about what happened back then. His love was greatly released, and she couldn't help but respond, wishing she could tell him all the love that had been pent up in her heart for six years.
They were originally going to continue until dawn, but Fu Linzheng was ultimately more rational and, fearing she might get another fever, he hastily called it quits after five sessions.
She felt dizzy for a while, then collapsed again.
Waaaaah, it's a little tattered cat now...
Not knowing where Fu Linzheng had gone, she leaned wearily against the pillow, looked towards the door, and softly called out, "Fu Linzheng."
There was no response, so she called out again, "Husband."
No one answered.
She said softly and coquettishly, "He's a puppy..."
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a man in a bathrobe walked in, his collar half-open, a Cuban chain clinging to his long neck, his chest muscles, marked with scratches, clearly defined, and his moon tattoo prominent.
Seeing her, "You're awake?"
Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh and respond. Fu Linzheng came over and pulled her into his arms. She stroked the moon tattoo and murmured, "Where were you just now? How come you woke up so early?"
“When you called me while I was out handling some work, I initially thought you had parked at the wrong stop.”
She smiled at him and said, "I call you 'husband' and you don't respond, but when I call you 'dog,' you come in right away. You're so well-behaved, just like Huhu, you ran in immediately."
"..."
Fu Linzheng's face darkened as he pinched her cheek. "Am I a dog, you say?"
Rong Weiyue smiled and said, "Yeah, don't you want to be my dog? If you were, you'd be more important than Huhu."
Fu Linzheng cupped the back of her head and kissed her, making her breathe softly, her lips rosy red. He stopped, staring at her, and said in a hoarse voice:
"We can't kiss anymore, if we keep kissing, I'll want it again."
Rong Weiyue blinked at him and said, "Okay."
Fu Linzheng chuckled softly, teasing her as he kissed her earlobe. "So hungry in broad daylight? Baby, did I not feed you enough last night?"
She blushed and said it was a joke, and he smiled and whispered, "Do you know how long I spent cleaning the room this morning? It's covered in your things."
Rong Weiyue was embarrassed, but Fu Linzheng was just too wicked: "Baby was in such good shape last night. Usually I go once and you go five or six times, but last night I went once and you went ten or so times. We were done in no time. Luckily, we have enough suites."
I don't know what got into her last night, she was unusually bold. Maybe it was because she started talking about what happened back then, or maybe it was because she was in a hotel in a foreign country and felt like no one knew her, so she had no inhibitions.
Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed, and she buried her face in his neck, retorting, "Didn't you also start faster than usual last night..."
Fu Linzheng held her close and bit her earlobe: "Baby, do you know how good you are at rocking? How long do you think I can last? You're so seductive."
Hearing him describe her like that for the first time, Rong Weiyue's cheeks flushed instantly. Knowing he didn't mean it insulting, she still coquettishly retorted that it wasn't. Fu Linzheng leaned closer, his breath heavy:
"Isn't your darling sexy? Do you know how you were swaying in front of the mirror last night? I just gave in."
She's been a precious treasure since she was transferred from high school to now.
Fu Linzheng is worse than most people; he's capable of anything, yet she can accept it all. In front of outsiders, she's aloof and dignified, but she only shows her other side to him, creating a stark contrast.
Rong Weiyue's face turned as red as blood: "Have you handed them all in?"
"It's hard to say, you'll need to check."
He raised an eyebrow: "Continue at home tonight, hmm?"
...Anyway, I can't escape it for the next few days.
She was so embarrassed that she told him to restrain himself and that he needed to replenish his energy. The two flirted and teased each other for a while before Fu Linzheng carried her down to wash up.
After having breakfast and packing my luggage, the documentary crew said there was nothing else to do.
Since they both had work to do, the two spent half a day sightseeing in Lucerne before flying back to Beijing.
During their trip to Lucerne, the two finally resolved their differences. In their hearts, nothing could stand in the way of their feelings. The biggest challenge they faced now was Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu's attitude towards them.
That evening, the two huddled by the window chatting. Rong Weiyue told him about the hurts and grievances she had suffered at home over the years, and finally whispered:
“Actually, I used to really want their love and affirmation, but my personality just doesn’t work with my dad. We always argue. I don’t want to back down, and neither does he.”
The girl was the type who wouldn't respond to force but to gentle persuasion, and Fu Linzheng knew that too. During that dinner party for the teacher from the next class's birthday, he stubbornly confronted her out of jealousy, and she didn't back down either, saying hurtful things to him, even though she clearly loved him very much.
Rong Weiyue said in a muffled voice, "But I don't care that much now. I'm independent now, and I've set boundaries between myself and them. I don't need them to love me as much. I just don't want to see you get hurt by them."
I don't want to fall out with them, nor will I be as close to them as my brother is. I just want to resolve this matter properly so that I can marry you in peace and live a good life with you.
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng tenderly hugged her and stroked her hair, saying, "I know."
He knew all her vulnerabilities and tenderness; she just didn't want to get hurt anymore, didn't want to keep draining herself from this family relationship.
He said softly, "Don't be afraid, leave it to me. We'll handle everything together. You're not alone anymore."
If he had known this six years ago, he would have dealt with it then and there. But in these six years, they have both become more mature and independent, and they know better how to handle things.
She smiled and nodded in his arms, then hugged him back.
After two busy days, Rong Weiyue also received a message from Sheng Liu—
They're back from their trip.
That evening in the living room, Rong Weiyue played with Hu Hu and told Fu Linzheng about the incident. Fu Linzheng asked, "Then let's invite Mom and Dad out for tea?"
She rubbed the crescent-shaped scar on her wrist, a sense of nervousness rising within her. Fu Linzheng patted her head and smiled arrogantly: "It's alright. What kind of situation hasn't your husband seen and handled? Leave it to me."
The man sighed, his voice drawn out, "Probably no one understands me. I usually have to try my best to restrain myself from being too charming and becoming a heartthrob, but whenever I take the initiative, no one dislikes me. Even a passing dog wags its tail at me."
Rong Weiyue: "...?"
Huhu, standing to the side, covered its fan-shaped ears, buried its head in its mother's arms, and silently lowered its tail.
Seeing that he was still in the mood to be arrogant, Rong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, go ahead and do your thing."
With him around, she felt safest.
After discussing it, Rong Weiyue contacted her parents and younger brother, inviting them out for tea the next day, but did not mention the specific reason for the meeting.
The next afternoon, Fu Linzheng and Rong Weiyue arrived in the city center first.
At the end of an ancient alley in the city center, a Chinese-style clubhouse stands quietly. Beneath the gray and white brick walls are vermilion-lacquered doors, with begonia flowers carved on the doors. Above the door hangs a black and gilded plaque that reads "Songfeng Pavilion." It is a tranquil oasis amidst the hustle and bustle, exuding understated luxury.
Pushing open the door, the view suddenly opens up. The courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs, with green bamboo and plum blossoms planted on both sides. The pond is clear, and several red koi fish swim lightly, creating ripples.
A faint floral fragrance floats in the air, exuding an ancient charm.
Rong Weiyue was still quite nervous on the way, but seeing such a serene scene, her heart gradually calmed down. She never expected that such a paradise could be hidden in the expensive city of Beijing.
The club manager came to greet them, smiling and respectfully saying, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, good afternoon."
Fu Linzheng responded, put his arm around Rong Weiyue, and led her inside: "This is a club that I invested in before. You can bring it here when you talk business with people in the future. Anyway, this place is yours now."
After their marriage, Fu Linzheng transferred this place to her, along with several shops, clubs, and villas around the world. The monthly rent and dividends, often amounting to tens of millions, would be deposited into her account.
Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows at him and chuckled, "I feel like I've squeezed your wallet dry."
Fu Linzheng smiled and leaned close to her ear, saying, "It's not just my wallet, you can squeeze me dry."
"..."
This man spouted lewd remarks in broad daylight, and she was so embarrassed that she lightly slapped him.
The two were led into a waterside tea room on the right side of the second courtyard.
Pushing open the carved lattice door, the room is brightly lit by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with dappled bamboo shadows reflected on the wooden floor. Beside the window is a long rosewood table, and a pot of tea is slowly brewing on the stove, with wisps of steam rising and the aroma of tea filling the air.
After the waiter served tea and snacks and left, Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng sat down in a row. She looked around and her dimples deepened: "Choosing such an elegant place is not like your style."
“Your dad likes to drink tea, so I thought of this place.”
Fu Linzheng leaned back in his chair and played with her hand: "I know nothing about tea. I only learned a few tricks from my dad last night. You'll have to help me later."
"Oh, there are other areas you're not good at?"
Fu Linzheng played with the Jianzhan teacup: "I'm really not good at this. I've hated drinking tea since I was a child."
She smiled gently: "Don't worry, I'll help you."
Rong Weiyue looked at the crabapple tree outside the window and nervously pursed her lips: "I don't know how they will react later."
Fu Linzheng patted her head. "Don't worry, we'll talk to them properly, they'll listen."
She nodded. "Mm."
Ten minutes later, a black Bentley pulled up in front of the clubhouse.
Rong Chengye, Sheng Liu, and Rong Xinxu got out of the car. Rong Xinxu looked up at the clubhouse and said, "Songfeng Pavilion, what a nice name."
Sheng Liu looked around and said, "I don't know why Yueyue didn't go home and instead asked us to come here."
Rong Chengye turned to Rong Xinxu: "Xuxu, go to the trunk and take out the green orange cake that your sister likes. It will melt if you don't put it in the refrigerator."
"Okay."
"Also, bring down those gifts I bought for your sister. Put the biggest box in the car, and give it to her tonight."
Carrying their belongings, the three entered Songfeng Pavilion. The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers, peaceful and serene. Sheng Liu walked slowly and instructed her husband again, "You are not allowed to be mean to Yueyue today, do you hear me?"
During this trip, Sheng Liu and Rong Chengye also pondered why their daughter was becoming less and less close to them as she grew older. Rong Chengye was always strict and demanding, and she had never tried to understand her daughter's true thoughts.
The violin competition from back then has always been a source of estrangement between the two sides, and it remains unresolved. Sheng Liu said that her eldest daughter is no longer with them, and what if her younger daughter also gradually distances herself from them?
Upon hearing this, Rong Chengye looked uneasy and said, "I know, you've been nagging me about it the whole way."
“When have you ever listened to me? Can’t you change your temper? If you argue with Yueyue again, I’m going back to my parents’ house tonight.”
"Hey you..."
Rong Xinxu chimed in, "Yeah, Dad. You made my sister run away that time on my birthday. If you keep doing this, I'm not coming home for winter break this year. You'll be all alone for the New Year."
"..."
Rong Chengye snorted but did not refute. At this moment, a waiter came forward, learned their identities, and led them to the second courtyard.
The courtyard gate opened, and Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng were already waiting there.
Rong Weiyue wore a smoky white wool cheongsam, with black hair, red lips, and clear, bright eyes. Her face was cool and gentle. Fu Linzheng stood beside her, wearing a long gray-black coat. He was tall and slender with well-proportioned features, thin lips, and a straight nose. His natural aura was overwhelming, and he had lost some of his arrogance and gained more of his nobility.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the two stood hand in hand under the pine tree, a picture of perfect harmony.
Upon seeing Rong Weiyue, Rong Xinxu strode inside:
"sister--"
At the same time, he saw Fu Linzheng next to Rong Weiyue, who was incredibly handsome.
What's most eye-catching is their hands clasped together.
Um? ?
Rong Xinxu was stunned. Rong Weiyue called him softly, "Axu."
Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu also walked up to him. When they saw Fu Linzheng, they didn't recognize him and were stunned for a moment.
Rong Weiyue greeted them softly, and Fu Linzheng immediately nodded and said in a low voice, "Uncle, Aunt, good afternoon."
Rong Chengye was taken aback, looking Fu Linzheng up and down. Sheng Liu, on the other hand, was immediately struck by Fu Linzheng's appearance and demeanor, secretly nodding in approval and offering a faint smile: "Hello..."
"Uncle, Aunt, Ah Xu, let's go in and sit down first." Fu Linzheng gestured for them to go in. Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu exchanged a glance and went inside.
Rong Chengye looked at his wife, his eyes asking, "Is he our daughter's boyfriend?"
Sheng Liu's eyes lit up: [I don't know, but he's so handsome!]
Rong Chengye sighed helplessly: "...superficial."
Rong Xinxu also frequently stole glances at Fu Linzheng, noticing that Fu Linzheng was a bit taller than him and had a great physique. He wondered how Fu Linzheng had built such muscles...
As they entered the tea room, the group sat down. Rong Xinxu handed Rong Weiyue what he was carrying: "Sister, this is the green tangerine cake that Dad bought for you when we came here. It's what you love."
Rong Weiyue was slightly taken aback. Fu Linzheng helped her take the chair and invited the three of them to sit down. Rong Xinxu excitedly raised his eyebrows and asked first:
"Sis, are you in a relationship?"
Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng exchanged a glance. Fu Linzheng took her hand, looked at them, and solemnly said, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I am Fu Linzheng, and I am Yueyue's..."
The three were initially drawn to his name.
Fu Linzheng?!
Fu Linzheng paused, before he could finish his sentence, when Sheng Liu remembered: "Yueyue, isn't that the guy from your high school days..."
They naturally knew the Fu family, one of the four major families in Beijing, the most prestigious century-old family, with a reputation throughout the country and even the world. The Fu family had an eldest son named Fu Linzheng, the heir of Mingheng Group, a world-renowned F1 champion race car driver, and the man who broke up with his daughter back then.
They had only seen it on TV before, and now that it was actually in front of them, the three of them only realized what it meant after a while.
It was Fu Linzheng!!
Rong Weiyue replied calmly, "Yes, he was the one I dated in my senior year of high school. We broke up for a few years, but we've gotten back together now."
She then casually dropped another bombshell:
"To be precise, Fu Linzheng and I have already registered our marriage, and now he is my husband."
"Getting a marriage certificate?!?"
"When did this happen?!"
The three stared wide-eyed, and Rong Wei said frankly, "You went on a trip abroad for only a few days before we got our marriage certificate."
Sheng Liu was stunned: "Yueyue, why did you suddenly..."
"Nonsense!"
Rong Chengye's temper flared, and he almost couldn't catch his breath: "Marriage is such a big deal, and you just get married like that?! Without even discussing it beforehand, do you even care about me and your mother?!"
Rong Chengye's gaze fixed on Fu Linzheng: "You must have been the one deceiving my daughter!"
Rong Chengye is like a firecracker, he'll explode at the slightest touch.
He turned to leave in anger, but Sheng Liu grabbed him anxiously: "Rong Chengye, what did you promise me? Let's hear what they have to say first, why are you in such a hurry?!"
Rong Xinxu also grabbed him: "Dad, aren't you the one who most wants my sister to date, the one who urges her to go on blind dates, and the one who scolds her for getting married? What do you mean by that?!"
"..."
Rong Chengye was speechless for a moment, his eyes reddening: "Marriage is a very important thing for a girl. What if she gets deceived? And it's been more than a month, why did you only tell us this late..."
Rong Weiyue looked up calmly:
“You’ve misunderstood. I was the one who proposed marriage, and I asked Fu Linzheng to keep it from you for the time being. I didn’t mean anything by it; I just thought it would be better to tell you in person when you come back. Also, why do you always react with anger based on your subjective judgment when something happens? Have you ever tried to find out the truth? It was the same six years ago, and it’s the same today.”
Rong Chengye's expression suddenly tightened, and Sheng Liu also advised, "That's right, will your anxiety solve the problem? Will the fact that they got their marriage certificate change just because you left?"
At this moment, Fu Linzheng stood up and walked over, his gaze calm as he looked at his elder:
"Mom and Dad, I should have come to visit you as soon as Yueyue got married. I was not careful and it was not proper. But no matter what, I am serious about Yueyue. Please listen to the whole story."
Fu Linzheng has been arrogant and willful since childhood. He is the one who always gives others attitude. Even six years ago, he would not have tolerated it. But his attitude at this moment is not out of flattery, but out of love for the girl.
He promised to solve all her problems.
Fu Linzheng suppressed his arrogant aura. Rong Chengye looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly, but he suppressed his anger and walked back with a straight face.
A misty white vapor rose from the teapot. Fu Linzheng picked up the teapot and looked at Rong Chengye first: "Dad, how about you try this Pu'er? Yueyue said you usually like this. This is an aged tea from Menghai Seven Sons Cake. The old master from Xinhui specially stored it for me. The tea soup is clear and bright, and it has a sweet aftertaste."
Upon hearing the word "Dad," Rong Chengye's face tightened for a few seconds, and he felt as if a piece of iron was stuck in his throat. After a few seconds, he mumbled, "Whatever."
Fu Linzheng turned to Sheng Liu and asked gently, "Mom, would you like to drink this too?"
Sheng Liu paused for a moment, then smiled faintly: "I'm fine with anything."
Fu Linzheng poured tea for the two of them, then looked at Rong Xinxu and said, "Xu, do you like drinking tea? There are other drinks here as well."
Rong Xinxu smiled broadly: "Brother-in-law, I'll drink anything."
Rong Chengye: "..."
He gave his son a helpless look, then pressed down on his lips and poured tea for Rong Xinxu, saying, "Then let's try this first."
Fu Linzheng then put down the teapot and said in a low voice, "I haven't met you before, and my parents may not know me yet, so let me introduce myself first."
Then, Fu Linzheng gave a five-minute self-introduction.
From his family background, family members, and economic strength to his education and career, Fu Linzheng detailed his past life in front of them.
As the successor of Mingheng from a young age, Fu Linzheng received comprehensive training from the Fu family, including not only racing, but also equestrianism, surfing, archery and many other sports. He also gained experience in asset management and company management. Fu Linzheng is exceptionally outstanding in many aspects.
From childhood to adulthood, he has been exceptionally intelligent, winning countless trophies and honors. He is usually arrogant because he truly has the talent to back it up.
His personal excellence and hard work, coupled with the support of his large family, made his life almost perfect.
The only hardship he ever experienced was from childhood to adulthood.
He got dumped by his wife.
All of this was far superior to the people Rong Chengye had wanted to introduce to his daughter, even Yan Huai, whom he was particularly satisfied with at the time.
Fu Linzheng simply stated his position calmly, without the slightest hint of boasting.
But it stirred up a deep shock in the hearts of the three people present.
Rong Chengye had always thought Fu Linzheng was a dissolute and uneducated playboy, but now, upon calm reflection, he realized that as the eldest son of a top-tier wealthy family, if Fu Linzheng were truly worthless, how could he have ended up where he is today? It was his own prejudice that led him to this situation.
Fu Linzheng said, "Mom and Dad, Yueyue and I started dating in our senior year of high school. I was wrong to do that. I shouldn't have pestered her to date so early. But we both helped each other grow a lot. Originally, I planned to go abroad after graduating from high school, but because of Yueyue, I decided to stay in Beijing with her. It's just a pity that we broke up after we went to university."
Fu Linzheng held Rong Weiyue's hand, his voice low and deep: "Throughout these six years of separation, I have always loved her. We reunited two months ago, and I pursued her again. Fortunately, she hasn't let go of me either."
Sheng Liu asked in surprise, "Two months ago, so you two only just reunited not long ago..."
Rong Weiyue said that the marriage was a last-minute decision, but there was a reason for it: "When you introduced me to Yan Huai, I also saw my own heart clearly, so I directly proposed to Fu Linzheng. My choice was very simple: either stay single for life, or marry only Fu Linzheng."
Rong Chengye frowned, about to speak, but Rong Weiyue met their eyes with a firm gaze: "Mom and Dad, you may think I'm impulsive, but I'm twenty-five years old now. Don't I know what I want? Fu Linzheng is sincere towards me. You're not satisfied with him because you haven't really understood him. You're not angry that I have a boyfriend, but that I haven't lived according to the path you set for me, that I've broken free from your control, so you think I'm disobedient."
All they ever wanted in her was for her to live the life they wanted, but they never asked her what kind of person she actually wanted to be.
Having his thoughts exposed, Rong Chengye's expression became complicated. Fu Linzheng poured tea for them: "Mom and Dad, actually Yueyue is a person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. She may say harsh words, but deep down she longs for your support. The reason she kept it from you at the beginning was because she was afraid that you would object."
Rong Chengye remained silent, while Fu Linzheng whispered, "That incident at the violin competition back then has always been a shadow in her heart."
Fu Linzheng then recounted the truth of what happened back then and the grievances the little girl suffered in that competition:
“In that competition, I only recommended Yueyue to register. She won the championship because of her strength, but she was smeared. I only found out a few days ago what kind of humiliation she suffered. I couldn’t come back to be with her at the time because I was in a serious car accident while training abroad and was in a coma for two whole weeks.”
Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu were stunned.
They used to think that Fu Linzheng had run away from his daughter because he was in trouble, but they never expected it was because of a car accident...
Fu Linzheng paused, his dark eyes filled with heartache, his throat dry: "Mom and Dad, do you know? For Yueyue, what hurt her the most was not the insults from outsiders, but your distrust. She was isolated and helpless at the time, unable to contact me, and locked up at home. She completely broke down emotionally, which is why she changed her college application to go to Hangzhou."
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue lowered her eyes, her vision blurry. Fu Linzheng's voice deepened: "You've always been strict with Yueyue, but have you ever really cared about her? Do you even know that she's been suffering from depression since high school?"
The three of them were suddenly stunned.
Sheng Liu exclaimed in disbelief, "Depression? How could that be...?"
Rong Chengye's mind went blank. Fu Linzheng showed them the diagnosis Rong Weiyue had received when she went to the doctor during college and the medications she had been taking over the years.
The diagnosis report contained eight glaring words:
Moderate depression, moderate anxiety.
All three of them were dumbfounded.
For so many years, they thought their daughter was just quiet, stubborn, and too proud, but they never expected that she would have such a serious illness...
Fu Linzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Although Yueyue's condition has improved and she has not relapsed, she has suffered from chronic insomnia for several years. She has become dependent on it and needs to take medicine every night to fall asleep."
Fu Linzheng's eyes were filled with coldness. "The reason she doesn't like going home is because every time she goes home these past few years, she is greeted not with warmth, but with arguments and scolding. They say she is disobedient and immature, that she has accomplished nothing. Every time after an argument, her mood plummets to rock bottom. When it gets really bad, she has to take medication. It takes her a long time to secretly lick her wounds before she can recover."
Fu Linzheng looked at Rong Chengye with a cold and sharp gaze: "Back then, you said that if my sister were still alive, you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to raise Yueyue. Those words were like a knife stabbing into her already wounded heart. They are words that make her cry every time she thinks about them."
Fu Linzheng's eyes reddened slightly, and his thin lips tightened: "Why? Just because she's the second child? The eldest child is the firstborn and receives the best education and expectations. The youngest child is naturally pampered and spoiled. Only Yueyue is caught in the middle and gets nothing."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Liu and Rong Chengye felt a surge of emotion and their eyes stung with tears.
Fu Linzheng recounted all the grievances the little girl had suffered over the years: "From childhood to adulthood, Yueyue studied hard just to gain your approval. She loves the violin, but you say she has no talent. You even tease her when you buy her a violin. She didn't get first place in her exams, and the princess dress she liked was bought by someone else. You say that good things are only given to those who are prepared, and that she is not worthy of it."
Under the oppressive education system, she lived a life of inferiority and repression, afraid to express her emotions. In college, she didn't want to be controlled by you and refused to spend the allowance you gave her, but did you ever care about her?
Fu Linzheng recounted, her heart breaking: "She worked in the cafeteria during the day and did part-time jobs off-campus on weekends. Sometimes she was so poor that she could only eat one meal a day. At her thinnest, she weighed less than 70 pounds. Once, she was so exhausted that she fainted in class and was on IV drips in the hospital for a month. The doctor said she was severely malnourished and asked her why she didn't take better care of herself."
Fu Linzheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was burning:
“You all have all sorts of demands on her, but in my eyes, I think Yueyue is already amazing for being alive and standing in front of me.”
Rong Weiyue kept all the grievances and pain she had felt over the years to herself and never spoke of them. Sheng Liu and Rong Chengye had no idea how deeply they had hurt and neglected her.
Sheng Liu listened, feeling so guilty that tears streamed down her face, her heart breaking. Rong Chengye looked at the diagnosis report, and his eyes also reddened.
Fu Linzheng held the little girl's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "You may wonder why I have liked Yueyue for so many years. Actually, at first, it was because she was beautiful. I fell in love with her at first sight and approached her out of a desire to conquer her. But slowly, I discovered her resilience, courage, gentleness, and independence. In my eyes, she is especially cute and innocent. She is so beautiful that I feel that all the gentleness and love in this world should be presented to her."
Fu Linzheng recalled the past and smiled: "She always said that she was not smart enough, but she could understand everything the teacher taught in high school without listening to the lectures, and she could win first place in any competition."
She said she was timid, but when her friends were bullied, she would rush over to protect them, always putting her own safety last.
She said she had accomplished nothing, yet she single-handedly built Qingyue Pavilion to where it is today, helped revitalize a nearly bankrupt factory overseas, and created one exquisite filigree inlay ornament after another. Her excellence has been recognized by many.
“My Yueyue is always insecure, saying that she is not that good, but in my eyes, she shines in every way.”
Fu Linzheng's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Sheng Liu and Rong Chengye, his words like a vow:
“In this world, some people may criticize her, but I will always praise her; some people may deny her, but I will tell her again and again how good she is.”
She doesn't need to please anyone, she doesn't need to be anyone's obedient girl or good student. As long as she is Rong Weiyue, even if she didn't have those achievements today, I would still love her from high school until now.
"I can lose anything, but I can't live without her."
Fu Linzheng turned to Rong Weiyue, his chest burning as if on fire: "Just like that car accident, I risked my life to survive, not for myself, but because I was unwilling to die like that. I wanted to have a brighter future with her—"
Fu Linzheng's eyes were bloodshot:
"For me, she is the firm choice that saved my life after the disaster, and the only motivation for me, Fu Linzheng, to live on."
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