Chapter 51 She cried sweetly, "Yueyue likes Azheng..."
Chapter 51
The air froze instantly.
Fu Linzheng stared at the call screen, remained silent for two seconds, then slowly climbed up from Rong Weiyue's lap and calmly greeted her: "...Dad, Mom, good evening."
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, Sheng Liu chuckled dryly and replied, "...Good evening."
Fu Linzheng casually asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
The two people who had just returned from a dinner party: "..."
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Fu Linzheng coughed lightly and changed his words: "What I meant was... Mom and Dad should rest early at night. Early to bed and early to rise makes you grow taller and is good for your health."
"...?"
Rong Weiyue covered her face, wishing she could evaporate on the spot.
The music room has been turned into a castle QAQ.
Sheng Liu chuckled twice and replied, "Okay, you guys too. A-Zheng must be pretty busy, right? I see you work really hard, training during the day and then cooking for Yin Yin when you get home."
Fu Linzheng blurted out, "It's okay, I have plenty of energy."
"..."
An even more terrifying silence fell over the other end of the phone.
Rong Weiyue was so embarrassed that she wanted to stuff a piece of cloth into Fu Linzheng's mouth. How dare this man talk back!
Sheng Liu smiled and quickly said, "Okay, then A-Zheng, you and Yueyue go and rest. Go to bed early and don't stay up late."
Why does the phrase "don't stay up late" have such a strangely profound meaning? qwq...
Rong Weiyue blushed, gave a lukewarm reply, and hung up the phone. On the other end, Rong Chengye and Sheng Liu looked at each other for a few seconds, unable to bear recalling Fu Linzheng's explosive words. Rong Chengye teased, "Is that all you've got? And you call yourself gentle and refined?"
He has a rather refined appearance.
They'll do anything in private.
Sheng Liu couldn't help but smile and tease, "Those two kids just got married. Young people are bound to be passionate, it's normal. Don't you want to hold your grandchildren soon?"
Rong Chengye sighed helplessly, stood up and said he was going to take a shower. Halfway there, he turned back and casually instructed, "Remember to make some soup for them to nourish their bodies."
"..."
Meanwhile, inside the castle.
Rong Weiyue's cheeks turned as red as cherry tomatoes that had been injected with ripening agents. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground. But when she turned her head and saw that the usually thick-skinned man's ears were unusually red, she couldn't help but laugh.
So even people can feel embarrassed sometimes...
Fu Linzheng saw her laugh and, amused and exasperated, grabbed her and said, "Why didn't you tell your parents before you called them?"
Rong Weiyue arched her eyebrows: "Did you even give me a chance to speak? You pounced on me the moment you came in. If I hadn't told you, who knows what else you would have said..."
She was so glad he had toned it down; if he had said those things normally, she would have been too ashamed to go home.
Rong Weiyue smiled and teased, "Just a second ago, my parents were praising you for being gentle, refined, mature, and composed. Now, the image you painstakingly cultivated in front of them has completely collapsed. What do you think they'll think of you now?"
Seeing her gloating expression, Fu Linzheng sneered and bit her:
"Anyway, this is my image. Isn't it normal for couples to have intimate moments?"
Before Rong Weiyue could react, he swept her up in one arm and carried her outside. Her slender, white legs quickly wrapped around his strong waist and clung to his shoulders: "Fu Linzheng..."
"What, you thought I was joking with you just now?"
He held her petite frame in his arms, her black nightgown shimmering under the light, the hem swaying slightly, a delicate butterfly ribbon sliding down one side, her snow-white skin like the finest porcelain, and a red mole reflected in his burning black eyes.
Rong Weiyue felt like a rabbit being carried off a wolf; her heart pounded wildly. Seeing the enemy already advancing menacingly towards the city gate, she blushed and scolded him, "Why are you in such a hurry..."
"You've been flirting with me for days, do you know how long I've been putting up with it?"
She was practicing the piano, and he had no choice but to go to the study to handle official business. However, he couldn't concentrate at all, and the fire gradually rose, standing tall and firm.
Normally, he needs to train intensely, and Fu Linzheng's sexual prowess is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people. In addition, after being away for six years, the dam collapsed, and the floodwaters poured out in a huge torrent, making it impossible to close the gates.
Nothing in the world was as wonderful to him as she was.
I just want to spend more time with her and be happier.
Lifting her up with one hand, Fu Linzheng held the back of her neck and kissed her passionately.
The man is captivating and alluring.
Within seconds, she was lured to go forward.
The crisp scent of mint mingled with the sweet fragrance of camellias. Then, Rong Weiyue was pinned against the wall of the living room corridor. Fu Linzheng handed her what was in his pocket, his voice deep and hoarse:
"Baby, put it on."
The wedding ring was submerged, a knife was drawn to cut the water, and the little rabbit's eyes were red. Sensing danger, it tried to plead, "Can we go back to the room? I... I want to lie down..."
"No, not now."
"don't want……"
The man's aura was incredibly heavy, his tall figure completely enveloping her. He coldly commanded, "If you want me to just kill you right here, then keep dawdling."
Today was such a mean day, sob sob...
The little rabbit had no choice but to obey.
She recalled a time when she went on an outdoor adventure with her classmates. One rainy day, she went into the forest to pick mushrooms. There were many mushrooms in the forest, mostly ordinary ones, but one porcini mushroom stood out like a beast, with its thick cap spread out.
She's loved eating this for six years. It's perfect for hot pot. She picked it, washed it along with the eggs, and prepared to cook the delicious food. She's already quite skilled at it.
The hot pot was bubbling away when the little girl was put down, one leg on his foot, the other lifted up and placed on the man's broad shoulder, a mole replacing her wedding ring.
As if nailed to the wall, tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Fu Linzheng…”
The man held her firmly in his grasp, forcefully demanding, "What did you call me?"
She wouldn't budge, "Big dog..."
"Trying to be naughty with me, huh?"
She turned the hot pot on full blast, her fingernails digging into his shoulder, her cheeks flushed like fallen maple leaves, and she choked out, "Husband..."
Do you like it?
"like……"
He grabbed her waist. "Say it clearly, who likes whom?"
Her eyes were red as she looked at him, as if they were overflowing with love: "Yueyue likes Azheng..."
He was absolutely smitten with her. Fu Linzheng leaned down and kissed her, saying, "Baby, you're such a good girl."
Then they showed no mercy whatsoever.
She was about to cry from anger; she kept saying she was being good, but things were getting worse and worse...
Rong Weiyue raised the white flag, saying she couldn't stand anymore. Fu Linzheng lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. The man's muscles were clearly defined, and his broad body was like an iron wall. The difference in their sizes enveloped her completely.
Tears welled in her eyes: "Is this wall a load-bearing wall?"
Fu Linzheng was amused. "Baby, don't worry, this wall won't collapse no matter what."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Fu Linzheng looked at her and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Baby, do you remember the first morning you came here? I pinned you against the wall. Did you ever imagine that you would be pinned like this now?"
That day, Rong Weiyue came here to rent a room. Fu Linzheng said he hadn't moved out. He came up with a whole bunch of excuses, and in the end, he trapped her. He even turned around and cried wolf, asking her if she would think he did it on purpose.
At that time, she hid her feelings and only dared to keep a certain distance from him.
Who knew this person was as cunning as a wolf? Two months later, he devoured everything, leaving a distance of -22.5 QAQ.
The man bit her earlobe, his thoughts in disarray, and whispered, "Baby, I really wanted to do this with you back then, to have you move in, to cling to you every night, even if you didn't love me, I'd still want to be your toy."
This person...
Fu Linzheng said that he estimated that if she had taken the initiative at that time, he would not have been able to resist. Even without a formal title, he would have come into her room to serve her during the day while she worked in the studio, and give her the ultimate pleasure, making her fall in love from the inside out.
Who could imagine that the seemingly arrogant and domineering top prince would come home at night and bow down to her, becoming her dog?
As Rong Weiyue listened to his description, her ears burned red with embarrassment: "Fu Linzheng, can you please stop being so mean..."
This guy is such a jerk...
Fu Linzheng lifted her up with one hand and walked away. She was about to fall, so she quickly grabbed him. Fu Linzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, if you fall once, we'll do it again tonight."
Bad guy, bad guy, big bad guy...
But she couldn't help loving it so much...
The kitten, its eyes brimming with tears, nibbled at his Adam's apple. Fu Linzheng continued walking, like an old-fashioned clock on the wall, its second hand swinging back and forth. But the pendulum was broken, its ticking quickening. Rong Weiyue's eyes were red. "Slow down..."
He was fierce: "Will you be able to walk slower?"
Her face was covered in sweat. "Huhu, you can hear me."
Fu Linzheng chuckled as he looked at the little guy sleeping soundly in the doghouse in the distance. "It sleeps very well at night and won't be woken up."
From the living room to the home theater, and then to the study, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the little moon-shaped nightlight gradually illuminates, before returning to the water bar in the dining room, where the lemonade has been completely spilled.
Whoosh—
The little girl is like a small orange in the wind.
Fu Linzheng cupped her face in his hands and showered her with kisses. Seeing that she was crying on both sides, he chuckled and sighed, "Baby, you're so amazing."
He had only been gone a short while.
The little orange has already turned into dried orange.
The wall clock was out of batteries, and several minutes had passed while they were changing them. Rong Weiyue finally caught her breath, looked down at the leather bar stool she was sitting on, and cried in a delicate voice, "It's all your fault, my brand new chair..."
"It's okay, I'll just buy another one."
She complained, and Fu Linzheng laughed: "Sofa, carpet, sheet, pillow, haven't you replaced enough things because of you lately?"
"..."
He carried her to the kitchen counter, drank his orange juice, and after a while pulled her back into his arms. Fu Linzheng licked his lips and whispered seductively, "Want some more?"
It was a complete mess. She sniffed, "I want to..."
The hot pot is on again, and the porcini mushrooms are being added back into the pot. The amount of food we ate earlier was not what we normally eat for two people.
But she said she really had no strength left, and Fu Linzheng laughed: "You're so delicate."
I carried her back to the master bedroom, and the door was closed.
The light was dim, the night outside the window was quiet, the faint lights of distant buildings shone in, the gauze curtains swayed gently, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of green tangerines.
Within the tranquility lies a clamor that is isolated from the world.
-
The mushroom hot pot was so delicious that we almost stayed open until Haidilao closed.
The pale, fish-belly-like light on the horizon blurred the light from the bedside lamp in the room.
I opened the window to ventilate the room and went to the guest room.
As expected, Rong Weiyue slept until almost noon the next day.
She used to have to take medicine to solve her insomnia, but now that Fu Linzheng is by her side, the situation is completely reversed. She can fall asleep as soon as she feels dizzy and wake up naturally, and sometimes she can't even get out of bed the next day.
I really do sleep well after exercising...
After waking up, Little Orange rolled over to sunbathe, lying there lazily. After a while, the door was pushed open, and the culprit came in.
She deliberately glared at him with her watery eyes before turning away.
It was just like how Huhu would act when he came home too late, her tail held high, her head bowed low, sulking and refusing to look at him.
But didn't she know that this was even more dangerous?
The stone mallet used for pounding juice can be inserted by lifting the quilt.
Fu Linzheng smiled and hugged her, coaxing her softly, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"
Rong Weiyue pouted: "It's like running a marathon, plus singing karaoke for two hours. What do you think?"
Fu Linzheng's deep laughter sank into her ear, "Baby, who told you to be so good at twisting and screaming?"
"..."
At those times, she was both alluring and coquettish, whimpering like a kitten, her words chaotic yet beautiful, like a potent drug. Even her sobs could drive him crazy. Sometimes, when he got really into it, he would even cover her mouth, otherwise he would ejaculate in no time.
Rong Weiyue was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him anymore. Fu Linzheng went outside to pour her a glass of water, and when he came back, he hugged her and said, "Here, have some water."
Rong Weiyue drank her water, opened the bedside table and looked inside. She found it was already half empty, and her face flushed: "How come it's gone so quickly..."
Fu Linzheng wiped the water droplets from her lips and smiled, "Isn't this normal for our recent sales volume? I'm planning to restock."
The main problem is that the circumference and length are too terrifying. Some of the big sizes I bought before didn't work; they were too tight. I still need an extra-big size.
He said it was a month's supply, and it's probably pretty much true. She scolded him, "You're not allowed to stock up..."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean you can't? You can just come in if you don't need anything?"
She covered his mouth in embarrassment, but Fu Linzheng rolled over and pulled her into his arms, asking her in a seductive voice, "Which one does baby like? I'll buy more."
She didn't want to talk to him, but in the end she was coaxed into answering that it was one of those two.
She always gets it exceptionally fast when using these two methods.
So he used other devices first, afraid that they would run out of power and shut down soon.
Fu Linzheng chuckled, "Okay, what flavor is it?"
"Do I even need to ask her?" she buried her face in his chest. "I'll go with grape and strawberry flavors."
Anyway, the room was always filled with various mysterious floral and fruity scents. Sometimes when she went to the studio and sat alone in the office, she could still feel the fragrance on her body, which made her thoughts wander. It was a special mark left by him.
And Fu Linzheng was the same; every day when they went to the parking lot together, they would whisper sweet nothings to each other, and everyone could smell the sweet scent of tangerines on him. When someone asked, he would casually reply:
"Sorry, I hugged my wife for a long time before we went out."
Everyone: Holy crap, that's so flashy!!!
Upon learning what Rong Weiyue liked, Fu Linzheng took out his phone and immediately placed an order. After all, there were very few styles available in China, and it would take time for them to be shipped from Europe and America.
He asked her if she was tired, and Rong Weiyue scoffed, "Are you worried I'll get tired? You lasted so long last night."
"Isn't it a long time since I waited for your period to end?"
"If I get a fever again, you can get out of the house."
Fu Linzheng scratched her chin: "You blame me for your poor health? Aren't you ashamed to say that? Who gets so tired from sex that they need to see a doctor?"
"..."
She angrily bit him, saying, "I'm hungry, I'll die if I don't eat."
"Okay, I'll carry you to wash up."
After washing up, Fu Linzheng carried her out of the bedroom.
Huhu ran over and said to Fu Linzheng, "Put me down, I want to hug Huhu."
"..."
"You forgot about me as soon as you saw your son?"
She picked up the little dumpling wagging its tail at her and looked at him shyly: "You're not allowed to hug me anymore."
Fu Linzheng smirked mischievously: "Do you mean a hug while clothed, or a hug while naked?"
The scenes from last night are still vivid in my mind.
Rong Weiyue was so embarrassed that she said she wouldn't allow either of them.
She was surprised by his strength: "Fu Linzheng, aren't you tired of carrying me? How does it feel to you?"
Fu Linzheng chuckled, "It's like carrying a cat, do you think it'll be tiring?"
The disparity in strength is too great.
As they walked to the restaurant, Rong Weiyue drank a glass of water to soothe her throat. Fu Linzheng stopped bothering her and said that he had ordered beef brisket and sea bass early in the morning, and would make her carrot and beef brisket, steamed sea bass, and stir-fried vegetables for lunch.
Rong Weiyue was surprised: "You can cook such a big dish? It seems your cooking skills have improved a lot recently."
If you're always taking cooking classes, how can you not improve?
Fu Linzheng washed the little green seedling, his voice lazy: "My only goal now is to fatten you up. Tell me what else you want to eat."
Rong Weiyue felt incredibly warm inside, and smiled gently, "I like everything you make. You know my tastes better than I do."
Fu Linzheng smiled, went to the refrigerator, and first got her some bread to toast and fill her stomach.
The two stayed together. At noon, Fu Linzheng prepared a sumptuous meal of three dishes and a soup. Rong Weiyue had a great appetite and ate half a bowl more with the beef brisket sauce mixed with rice. She was as happy as a little kitten.
Fu Linzheng looked at her with eyes full of doting affection, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
Only someone who can satisfy her in every way is worthy of marrying her.
After lunch, Rong Weiyue wanted to wash the dishes, but Fu Linzheng chased her away, saying, "Go do your own thing, why are you in the kitchen?"
She smiled, tiptoed, and kissed his cheek. "You've worked so hard, honey. You're the best."
Fu Linzheng replied calmly, "Of course, there's nothing I'm not good at."
She couldn't help but laugh.
Then she took Hu Hu to the study to draw. Half an hour later, Fu Linzheng came in wearing clean home clothes and carrying a plate of washed cherries.
The two snuggled on the sofa, Fu Linzheng holding her as she painted, and brought a cherry to her lips, saying, "Baby, open your mouth."
She opened her mouth to take a bite, and Fu Linzheng tried to feed her another one, but she mumbled, "I haven't finished eating yet..."
The man chuckled softly, "Why is your mouth so small?"
Seeing his meaningful look, she said with her eyes wide open, "You're too big, of course I can't swallow you."
Fu Linzheng's eyes darkened. He thought she was crazy for daring to provoke him. She blushed and arched her eyebrows, saying, "I won't make a scene anymore..."
While eating cherries, with only the pit left, Fu Linzheng reached out his hand, "Baby, spit it into my hand."
She vomited it out with practiced ease.
While eating cherries, she drew a sketch, and Fu Linzheng was also handling official business. Hu Hu snuggled up on the carpet to keep them company, enjoying the pleasant afternoon sunlight.
After a while, Fu Linzheng looked at his phone and said to her, "I've found some clues about the Mingheng Cup from back then."
"What?" She was already a little sleepy, but immediately looked up at him.
Fu Linzheng said slowly, "The competition was organized by Mingheng Art Company, but the actual execution was outsourced three times. The one that directly contacted the competition organizing committee was Lingguang Visual Technology. Lingguang Technology outsourced the work to an engineering company to be responsible for the on-site set design, etc. The engineering company signed a contract with a team called Tiansheng Visual Effects, which was responsible for controlling the circuits in the computer room."
"On the day of the finals, Tiansheng's scheduling staff was a senior intern technician, who was dismissed not long after the competition."
Whether he was scapegoated or kicked out because he knew some inside information, he left Beijing after graduation, and the person is still being searched for.
Rong Weiyue asked in confusion, "Then why didn't Mingheng headquarters know about what happened back then?"
Fu Linzheng's face was grim: "This competition involves not only Mingheng, but also local cultural bureaus, education departments, and so on. If we investigate thoroughly, some leaders will be held accountable, and it could easily affect the future cooperation between the government and Mingheng Culture. Therefore, the CEO of Mingheng Culture directly pushed the blame to Lingguang Vision, internally classified it as a technical malfunction, issued a notice of criticism, and did not include it in the accident file at Mingheng headquarters."
Fu Linzheng looked at the information Huaiyu had gathered on his phone: "The surveillance footage from six years ago is definitely unavailable, but the LED control computer used for the competition was provided by the company and has not been used since, so the hard drive hasn't been replaced. Today, the engineer checked the computer's internal logs and found that an external USB drive was plugged in on the day of the competition, just ten minutes before the awards ceremony."
Rong Wei's crescent-shaped eyebrows were furrowed.
"The contents of this USB drive are very likely the words displayed on that screen, but because of the three layers of outsourcing, dozens of people at all levels have the opportunity to enter the server room, making the investigation too extensive."
"I think the most urgent thing is to find that intern technician; he might know the inside story."
“Yes, I think the same way,” Fu Linzheng pulled her into his arms. “No rush, let me continue the investigation.”
This matter is not complicated; eyewitness testimony is more important than physical evidence.
Fu Linzheng felt that they were not far from the truth.
She agreed and continued drawing. After a while, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was Ke Yinmeng.
[Weiyue, are you free tonight? I'm finally done with work this week and have time to meet you at the Xinhe Theater for a reunion of old friends playing music. Want to come along?]
When Ke Yinmeng invited her out, Rong Weiyue assumed it would be just the two of them: "A gathering of old friends playing music?"
Ke Yinmeng quickly replied: 【Yes, I also invited my former classmates from the organization, as well as Teacher Cai who taught us. We haven't gotten together in so long, and you haven't contacted us at all. You absolutely have to come tonight!】
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's eyes welled up with tears.
She actually missed the days of practicing the piano with everyone, but in an instant, nightmare-like memories instinctively flooded her mind.
"Wei Yue, is what everyone's saying true? You won the championship because you hooked up with Ming Heng's son?"
“Our teachers have worked so hard to nurture you, and you use such dirty methods to do it.”
"I never expected Rong Weiyue to be this kind of person. Who can outmaneuver her? She throws herself into your arms and clings to you."
"She might have already been slept with..."
The ear-piercing sound from the day of the competition pierced her heart like shards of glass once again. Rong Weiyue's fingertips felt cold, and her breath hitched slightly.
Lost in thought, Fu Linzheng noticed, "What's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?"
Rong Weiyue locked her phone screen and lowered her eyes: "...Do you remember Ke Yinmeng that I mentioned before? She invited me to an old friend's gathering tonight."
Fu Linzheng hugged her tightly with concern and patted her head. "Don't want to go? Then we won't go."
Rong Weiyue's heart felt tangled and heavy: "No, I actually really want to see her and my teachers and classmates, but I'm also afraid they'll hate me because of what happened back then..."
Many people in the organization spoke out in her defense, but Teacher Cai firmly said that she was not that kind of person. She was very moved. She felt quite guilty for not visiting her teacher all these years.
Fu Linzheng hugged her, letting her lean on his shoulder, and said softly, "There will always be people who hate you, but there will always be people who like you and believe in you. Among your classmates and teachers, there must be people who believe in you. Whether you want to go or not is up to you. As long as you are happy, you don't need to consider other people's opinions."
Rong Weiyue nuzzled her head against his neck, her tense heart slowly relaxing, and softly replied, "Yes, as long as the people I care about believe in me, that's enough. Then... then I'll go, just treat it as a class reunion."
Fu Linzheng kissed her cheek. "Okay, I'll take you there tonight."
Rong Weiyue agreed, but she was still a little uneasy all afternoon. After dinner, Fu Linzheng dressed her in a beige knit sweater with a dark brown A-line skirt and a camel coat.
After they got married, many of her clothes were bought for her by Fu Linzheng. She didn't pay much attention to the price, but she knew they weren't cheap.
He has great taste in clothing and knows how to coordinate Hu Hu's OOTD (Outfit of the Day), and he often spends tens of thousands on a single hair clip.
After changing her clothes and putting on casual makeup, her cool and aloof demeanor was like the gentle moon in the sky.
Fu Linzheng wrapped a scarf around her neck, took her hand, and led her to the entrance. He noticed she only had a handbag with her. "Where's Qin?"
Her palms were sweaty, and she said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, I won't bring it. I don't need it tonight anyway."
"Still a little nervous?"
Rong Weiyue pursed her lips. Fu Linzheng half-squatted down to put her shoes on, then looked at her with gentle eyes: "It's okay, go chat with your friends. I'll pick you up later."
"good."
On the way, Rong Weiyue looked at the blurry purplish-red sunset outside the window, her thoughts drifting. After a while, she turned to look at the man in the driver's seat and said softly, "Husband."
Fu Linzheng paused for a moment, then reached out his hand: "What's wrong?"
She held his hand and sighed softly, "I feel like I'm cowardly and weak. When I encounter problems, I choose to run away, cut off contact with my friends, and escape to Hangzhou... I don't like this version of myself."
The little girl started to doubt herself again.
Fu Linzheng frowned with heartache, intertwined his fingers with hers, and transferred the warmth of his palm to her: "Even the strongest person has a weakness. If you're talking about being timid, haven't I not been to Lucerne for six years?"
His deep voice was carried to her ears by the wind, sounding exceptionally gentle: "Yueyue, don't force yourself to be a perfect person. Why can't you be weak sometimes? Anyway, I'll always be here for you. You can hide in my arms whenever you want, and I'll be right behind you."
Rong Weiyue met his gaze, her heart softening. She nodded, and Fu Linzheng said in a deep voice, "You did nothing wrong back then. I was the one who pursued you. You won the championship because of your own strength. You don't need to run away, you know? The person who plotted against you behind your back should be like a rat in a gutter, hated by everyone."
Victims should stand tall and proud, while perpetrators should be universally condemned.
Her nose tingled with emotion upon hearing this, and she nodded.
As night fell, the silver-black Koenigsegg pulled up to the Xinhe Theater. Fu Linzheng drove straight in and into the inner passageway. Rong Weiyue asked in surprise, "Aren't we only allowed to park at the entrance?"
Fu Linzheng, operating the steering wheel with one hand, said casually, "This is Mingheng's territory. Do you think I can drive in?"
"Mingheng?!"
“It’s under Mingheng Culture, and it was newly built with investment a couple of years ago. You’ll be the boss’s wife from now on.”
She was stunned. Just how much wealth did the Fu family have...?
When they arrived at the door, Fu Linzheng parked the car, leaned over and kissed her forehead, saying he would come to pick her up after the event.
She agreed, got out of the car, went inside, and found the VIP practice room according to the location sent by Ke Yinmeng.
Looking through a large floor-to-ceiling window, the room features dark walnut wood flooring, three walls inlaid with classically carved wooden sound-absorbing panels, and a crystal chandelier overhead casting light into the room.
The seats were arranged in a circle, and Ke Yinmeng was sitting there, her wine-red dress standing out brightly. A man was holding her, and the two were chatting intimately.
Rong Weiyue knocked and entered. Ke Yinmeng turned around upon hearing the sound and saw her, raising an eyebrow: "Weiyue, you've come."
Ke Yinmeng immediately led the man beside her over. Rong Weiyue greeted her, and Ke Yinmeng smiled, "I thought you weren't coming."
"I have time tonight, I think I'm even a little early."
“They’re the ones who are late,” Ke Yinmeng said, her red lips curving into a smile as she took the arm of the handsome man beside her. “Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Tai Chao, an international music producer who now runs his own studio.”
Ke Yinmeng smiled and looked at Tai Chao: "Darling, this is Wei Yue. She and I are from the same school. She used to be very powerful."
Tai Chao was 1.8 meters tall, handsome and dashing, with a gentle, crescent-shaped smile.
"I've heard Mengmeng mention you before, saying that you have a special talent for playing the violin and could have become a very great violinist. Today I finally meet you in person."
Rong Weiyue felt a pang of sadness, but smiled faintly: "No, I don't poop much anymore. Yin Meng is the real star."
Ke Yinmeng smiled and joked, "It's like the tortoise and the hare race; I came from behind and won."
She pulled Rong Weiyue to sit down. Rong Weiyue's gaze casually turned to the violin on the table. Ke Yinmeng noticed her gaze and showed it to her: "This violin was a gift from Tai Chao. He brought it back from Germany last year. He said it's a handmade violin by Stefan Greiner. It's quite expensive, but it's really good for the stage. The tone is very stable."
"Um."
Ke Yinmeng raised an eyebrow: "If you like it, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I have a lot of zithers."
Rong Weiyue waved her hand, "No need."
Ke Yinmeng crossed her long legs and smiled, saying, "Weiyue, do you still remember the wish we made back then? That we would play music on the best violin in the most beautiful concert hall. It's just a pity that only I persevered."
Rong Weiyue smiled faintly: "It's great to be able to realize your dreams. I can tell you really enjoy your life now."
Ke Yinmeng's diamond earrings swayed slightly as she smiled and said, "I grew up with my mother and was bullied and trampled on since I was a child. Only after I grew up did I realize that I had to fight for everything myself. Either others step on me, or I step on others. I must be the latter."
Rong Weiyue said softly, "Actually, you don't need to compare yourself with others. You are excellent in your own right."
A ripple appeared in Ke Yinmeng's eyes, and she chuckled: "This society is a dog-eat-dog world. I want the whole world to see me. I want to be the center of attention. So, in order to achieve my goal, I will clear away all obstacles. Nothing can stand in my way."
Before Rong Weiyue could speak, the door was pushed open, and a commotion arose outside. A group of about ten students and teachers entered.
“We parked our car at the entrance for ages; this place is so hard to find.”
"Wow, this practice room is so beautiful..."
Rong Weiyue stood up and looked around. Familiar yet unfamiliar faces came into view. She stood up, clutching her bag.
Ke Yinmeng walked over and warmly welcomed them in, "Look who I invited tonight—Wei Yue, the most talented person in our organization. She met me at my concert a while ago. Haven't you seen her in a long time?"
Everyone was stunned when they saw Rong Weiyue, and exclaimed in shock: "My God, Weiyue?!"
"Long time no see, I almost didn't recognize you!!"
When her former teacher Cai Ning saw her, her eyes lit up and she smiled kindly: "Wei Yue, it's been a long time."
Upon seeing her teacher, her heart warmed, and she choked out, "Hello, Teacher Cai, hello everyone."
When people saw her, they couldn't help but recall the turmoil of the past, and their expressions varied: "Wei Yue still looks so beautiful, she hasn't changed at all."
"Weiyue, we thought you had left Beijing. We haven't been in touch for so many years, it felt like you had forgotten about us."
Some people were enthusiastic, some were prying, and some were secretly mocking, but Rong Weiyue still responded with a smile.
Xiao'an, a girl who was also under Cai Ning's tutelage, had a good relationship with Wei Yue. She walked up to Wei Yue with a bright smile and greeted her, "I'm Wei Yue's junior sister. Senior sister taught me a lot back then."
"Wei Yue was incredibly powerful back then..."
Ke Yinmeng: "Alright, everyone, please sit down."
She gestured for everyone to sit down. Rong Weiyue sat in a corner, and Xiao An came to her side. "Senior sister, can I sit next to you? I really want to chat with you."
"Sure." Seeing the genuine smile on the other person's face, her heart softened.
Ke Yinmeng poured wine for everyone. Someone said that the rehearsal room was very beautiful. She smiled and said, "This is the VIP rehearsal room of Xinhe Theater. Tai Chao rented it for me. It is usually only open to internal rehearsals of the theater. He is familiar with the person in charge. I practice here after I returned to Beijing."
A woman in a black dress said, "Among us, Yin Meng is the happiest. She's so amazing herself, and her boyfriend is amazing too. It's so enviable."
A short-haired woman next to him smiled and said, "Yes, among our group, Yin Meng is the most successful."
Rong Weiyue looked over and saw that these two people had also studied at the institution for a few years, but she wasn't familiar with them. They would occasionally greet each other, but they didn't have much of a relationship.
Ke Yinmeng walked up to Rong Weiyue and handed her a glass of red wine: "Weiyue is also very talented. She's still excellent even though she doesn't play the violin anymore. And she's the prettiest among us girls."
Hearing this, envious glances were cast over her. Some people who frequently buy luxury goods looked Rong Weiyue up and down and noticed that her knitwear seemed to be a limited edition Hermès, priced at 450,000 yuan, her skirt was a Chanel haute couture piece, her coat was from the Max Mara Atelier series, of which only 100 pieces were made worldwide, and her shoes were also a top luxury collaboration model worth over a million yuan.
On her wrist was a moon-white Vacheron Constantin limited edition watch, which requires a purchase of over seven figures and costs close to five million. Her earrings and necklace were also from Cartier and Van Cleef & Arpels.
Rong Weiyue looked very low-key, and laymen wouldn't be able to tell, but anyone who knew about luxury goods would know at a glance that this outfit cost tens of millions.
Although it looked very real, some people still chuckled to themselves.
Is this a fake outfit? Trying to overdo it just to attend a music gathering.
The woman in the black dress looked at Rong Weiyue and asked with a smile, "Weiyue, what are you doing right now?"
Filigree inlay.
The short-haired woman was surprised: "Filigree inlay? This industry is very niche. I have relatives who do this. Weiyue, if you need connections, just contact me. Don't be shy."
The woman in the black dress laughed: "Oh dear, Wei Yue doesn't need your help at all. Her family is in this business. She was very successful in high school, and even the young master Ming Heng was pursuing her."
As soon as the words were spoken, the air fell silent, and the atmosphere became subtle. Someone asked curiously, "Weiyue, you must have a boyfriend now, right?"
"What are you saying? Wei Yue is so beautiful, she must be surrounded by handsome men."
Meeting the few glances that were secretly mocking, Rong Weiyue said calmly, "No."
She really doesn't have a boyfriend.
Everyone knew that Rong Weiyue and Fu Linzheng broke up back then. Some people felt sorry for her, while others thought it was nothing special. They said that he didn't take her seriously and must have felt ashamed about the competition, so he dumped her.
Hearing this, the short-haired woman smiled and sighed, "Back when you were with Fu Linzheng, we all wondered if you would marry him. But things are so unpredictable... Oh, I'm sorry, I think I've said too much. Wei Yue, you don't mind, do you?"
Others laughed, "It's nothing, it's just a joke."
Rong Weiyue watched them jumping around quietly without saying a word, and even found it somewhat amusing.
Xiao'an, standing beside her, couldn't help but speak up for her, saying cheerfully, "It's normal for relationships to break up and get back together. Since when did marrying into a wealthy family or having a boyfriend become the criteria for judging a girl? Senior sister is already amazing for having a career."
Ke Yinmeng laughed and said, "That's right. Although Wei Yue and Fu Linzheng broke up, they will each meet someone better in the future."
The woman in the black dress chuckled, "People like us are fine as ordinary people. Why would we dream of climbing the social ladder? Only Yin Meng is truly amazing. By the way, Yin Meng, when are you and your boyfriend going to have some good news? I'm really looking forward to your wedding."
Ke Yinmeng smiled and took Tai Chao's arm. Tai Chao smiled and said, "Soon, we'll get engaged next year."
"That's great!!"
Ke Yinmeng also handed out the invitations to everyone, a look of joy on her face: "This isn't an invitation, but rather my first violin recital in Xinhe next Saturday night. Everyone should come, especially you, Teacher Cai. I'm really looking forward to your arrival."
Cai Ning smiled and responded. Everyone congratulated her, and Ke Yinmeng handed the gift to Wei Yue, her lips curving into a smile: "Wei Yue, you can't be absent either. I hope you can witness this proud moment in my life."
Rong Weiyue smiled faintly, "Okay."
Ke Yinmeng sat down and said, "Let's get down to business. Since this is a music gathering, we should play a few pieces."
Naturally, Cai Ning was invited to open the show. The teacher played a classic piece just like in the old days, which drew enthusiastic applause. Then everyone teased Ke Yinmeng: "Yinmeng, your piano playing is top-notch. Hurry up and let us enjoy a piece!"
Ke Yinmeng went up on stage with a smile, sat down in front of the sheet music, and put the instrument on her shoulder. "Then I'll just play a random piece."
Soon, the 24th variation of Rachmaninoff's Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini began to play.
This piece is extremely difficult, with rapid notes. Ke Yinmeng's burgundy dress swayed slightly as she turned, making her look beautiful and charming, radiating confidence.
As Rong Weiyue listened, she recalled how she and Ke Yinmeng had studied this piece when they were young, and how they always said it was too difficult during practice, but now she could play it with ease.
When the song ended, thunderous applause erupted. Ke Yinmeng smiled modestly and said, "I've made a fool of myself."
"You call this a blunder? This is like heavenly music to us!"
"Yin Meng, you are so outstanding! Your piano skills are now undoubtedly the best among us!"
The woman in the black dress suggested, "Then it's Wei Yue's turn next, right? It's her first time here tonight, so she should definitely show off!"
"Yes, Wei Yue's zither skills were top-notch back then, and she was sure to amaze everyone."
Teacher Cai Ning looked at Rong Weiyue and smiled gently: "It's been a long time since I've heard Weiyue play the violin. I still remember how you were learning the violin when you were a child. You were so nervous during your first competition that you even dropped the bow."
"Weiyue, sing one!!"
As everyone encouraged her, Rong Weiyue felt a heaviness in her heart and gently shook her head:
"I didn't bring my violin today, and I'm a bit rusty, so you guys can play instead."
The short-haired woman joked, "Oh my, how did you manage to give birth? You were the champion of the Mingheng Cup back then!"
The air froze instantly upon hearing this.
Everyone present knew that Rong Weiyue's championship title was later revoked by the event organizers, so this "champion" title was full of irony.
At this moment, a girl couldn't stand it anymore and defended Wei Yue: "Actually, when we were watching that match from the sidelines, Wei Yue was the strongest."
"That's right, Wei Yue always gets the highest score in the three rounds of music, making her the undisputed number one."
"Hey, the judges know Wei Yue and Ming Heng's status as young masters, so they're bound to give them high scores, hahaha."
Ke Yinmeng took a sip of red wine, then looked at Rong Weiyue and smiled: "Weiyue, I also want to hear you play. Here, take my instrument. Don't be shy, everyone here is a friend."
The woman in the black dress raised an eyebrow: "Wei Yue, you haven't even learned to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star anymore, have you? Hahaha."
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue felt the light above her head dazzle her, and fine beads of sweat crawled up her skin. Those harsh and hurtful words echoed in her ears, piercing her nerves.
But the next second, Fu Linzheng's words from that evening resurfaced in his mind—
"You don't need to run away. The person who's behind you should be treated like a rat in a gutter, hated by everyone."
Fu Linzheng's gentle yet firm voice seemed to cut through the shadows in my heart, letting in the light.
Yes, what is she afraid of?
She did nothing wrong, so why is she the one left with psychological trauma? Why is she the one who's afraid to play the violin? Why is she the one who was bound and gagged for six years?
Why should she be afraid? Why should she care about the opinions of those who don't like her?
So what if she's not as good as before? So what if no one applauds her? She can just be herself, right?
Why should the value of her life be defined by others...?
Six years ago, she was questioned and attacked, broke down in tears on countless dark nights, doubted herself, and tossed and turned all night. But no matter how painful it was, she got through it.
She licked her wounds little by little, enduring the tears and pain, and got up again to move forward. Even if her steps were slow and the wind and rain were strong, she never stopped.
Six years have passed, and now she has her own career, a job she loves, many warm friends, and someone she can rely on for the rest of her life.
She lost nothing.
She can no longer be that little girl who runs away when faced with doubt.
Only by breaking free of their cocoons and flapping their wings can butterflies soar to greater heights.
Rong Weiyue took a deep breath, loosened her grip on her palm, and looked up a few seconds later: "Okay, I'll sing one."
She looked at the violin Ke Yinmeng handed her, and was about to reach out to take it when a knock sounded on the door.
"Knock knock—"
Then the door was pushed open.
A theater staff member walked in and respectfully said to everyone, "Excuse me, everyone, we're sorry to bother you. Mr. Fu from Mingheng headquarters is here and would like to come in for a moment."
Everyone's gaze suddenly froze, filled with doubt—
Mr. Fu?!
Before anyone could react, the door was opened by a waiter, and a tall, upright figure came into view.
The man, dressed in a three-piece suit with a custom-made camel-brown cashmere coat from Brioni draped over it, walked in with a steady gait and an imposing presence. The fabric was perfectly pressed, and he had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and excellent proportions.
Looking further up, his features were sculpted and handsome, with a straight nose, thin lips, and deep eyes beneath thick, dark eyebrows. His innate, arrogant, and sharp aura instantly intimidated the entire practice hall.
These are familiar faces. Six years later, they have shed their youthful naiveté and become more mature and sophisticated.
Everyone stared at him for a few seconds, then a hushed gasp arose—
Fu Linzheng?!
Fu Linzheng actually came?!
Under the lights, Fu Linzheng approached step by step, carrying a leather violin case. A powerful sense of oppression washed over them, and the woman in the black dress and the woman with short hair stared wide-eyed.
When Rong Weiyue saw him, her eyes widened in surprise, and her heart warmed.
Fu Linzheng walked up to her, his dark eyes melting like ice and snow as he looked at her, as if he knew what had happened, his voice low, magnetic, and gentle:
"Baby, wouldn't it be more comfortable to use your own instrument if you wanted to play the violin?"
Rong Weiyue felt a strong tremor in her heart, and Ke Yinmeng was shocked: "Weiyue, this is..."
The next moment, Fu Linzheng raised his hand and wrapped it around Rong Weiyue's waist, pulling her into his arms. His gaze, as cold and sharp as a blade, swept across the entire room, yet his deep tone carried a special intimacy:
"Excuse me, I'm here to deliver a violin to my wife."
Everyone's pupils contracted sharply, and a storm of emotions surged within them.
Mrs? ? ! ! !
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