Chapter 6, "Rong Weiyue, don't you owe me enough?"...
Chapter 06
The two people in the white car were wincing in pain and screaming loudly.
Fu Linzheng leaned over the car window, peering into the car. The mole on his eyelid twitched: "My classes are usually too expensive for most people, but I'm giving you a free one today. How does it feel?"
The red-haired man felt as if his bones had been brutally beaten; he was dizzy and disoriented, but could still walk. Hearing the sound, he endured the pain, pushed open the car door, and got out, staggering so much he almost knelt down. He immediately cursed, "You motherfucker..."
Before he could stand up straight, his collar was lifted, and he was forcefully pressed against the car door by Fu Linzheng like a large piece of pork.
"ah!!!"
Red Hair begged for mercy, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. Fu Linzheng looked down at him and said, "What, not going to continue? Weren't you pretty cocky when you cut off the car?"
The drunken redhead turned his head and saw Pagani, his mind sinking heavily.
Wait, weren't they provoking a beautiful woman's car...?
Who would dare mess with this car? The red-haired guy panicked and immediately admitted defeat: "Brother, I was wrong..."
On the other side, Rong Weiyue also parked her car on the side of the road and rushed over: "Fu Linzheng, are you alright?"
She never expected that person would actually crash into her; that was a supercar worth tens of millions...
Fu Linzheng said he was fine, shook off the hand that was holding Hongmao, and looked at her: "Are you alright?"
She shook her head.
Fu Linzheng dialed 122, and also contacted his life assistant and the insurance company. Turning around, he saw the little girl wearing a thin white sweater and a knitted skirt, like a clear camellia. Her long, dark brown hair, tied in a low bun, covered half of her face, and she was hugging her arms because she was cold.
He frowned: "Get in the car and wait. I'll handle this."
"It's okay, I'll go with you. They were driving my car earlier, so I can provide evidence."
He coldly took off his coat and handed it to him:
"Wear it, or you'll be blown away if the wind gets any stronger."
Rong Weiyue obediently took the clothes and put them on, as if she were wearing an adult's clothes. The familiar scent of blueberry, mint, and tobacco filled her nose.
She suddenly remembered how, in the past, when Fu Linzheng would accompany her home from school in winter, he would put his coat on her. Back then, in deserted alleys, he would hold her in his arms, coat and all, and kiss her. He was domineering and wicked, teaching her how to kiss, how to breathe, and making her blush. He also liked to bite her ear.
She lowered her eyes and extinguished her thoughts.
The traffic police arrived quickly. Seeing Fu Linzheng, they exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Fu!" and shook hands with him, exchanging pleasantries. "I didn't expect it to be you..."
Red Hair was dumbfounded when he saw this. The short, thin man showed him the information he had found: "Brother! This man is Fu Linzheng, Fu Linzheng! The heir of Mingheng Group!"
In Beijing, everyone knows that the Fu family has a patriarch who is known as the wildest and most reckless person. He is a top-tier member of the elite, who does everything from skydiving and kitesurfing to longboarding downhill. He is not only rich but also reckless. Everyone respects him but is even more afraid of him because no one is more willing to risk everything.
Even the rich young masters treated him with utmost respect, let alone nobody like them.
Oh no, how did they offend this person...?
The traffic police reviewed the dashcam footage and found irrefutable evidence of the driver deliberately cutting off another vehicle. They also determined that the driver was driving under the influence of alcohol. He will inevitably have points deducted and his license suspended. Furthermore, accidents caused by drunk driving are not covered by insurance, and he will also have to compensate for the repair costs of the Pagani, which will amount to approximately 300,000 yuan.
"Robbery? Three...three hundred thousand?!"
“Mr. Fu’s car was airlifted from overseas. The paint alone costs over 100,000 yuan per square meter. Including the dent in the front, 300,000 yuan is just a preliminary estimate.”
The insurance agent's casual remark caused Red Hair to turn pale and slump to the ground.
Fu Linzheng tossed the car keys to his assistant: "The rest is up to you."
"Yes, Mr. Fu."
Rong Weiyue waited by her car. When she saw Fu Linzheng approaching, she handed him her coat and said gratefully, "Thank you for tonight."
She was originally going to call the police, but his appearance unexpectedly led to a swift resolution to the matter.
After finishing her business, she said goodbye and was about to leave when Fu Linzheng spoke up: "Hey."
"Um?"
He looked away and said casually, "My car was towed away."
She was stunned. He touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. "My assistant needs to stay and negotiate with the insurance agent. I can't leave."
Rong Weiyue realized that Fu Linzheng had just tried to help her, and she was sure she should help him too, but he probably didn't want to have much contact with her. "Then...can I call you a car?"
The young master had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his lazy demeanor was obvious as he stood there. He scoffed, "This place is so remote, how long do you expect me to wait? You'll take me there."
"I……"
He took a step closer, blocking her path, and looked straight down at her: "What's wrong? You chased after me when you needed my help, but now you won't even give me a ride?"
Doesn't this person particularly dislike her...?
Fu Linzheng's words made her seem particularly heartless, but Rong Weiyue said that wasn't what she meant, "Then get in the car."
She was about to get her car when Fu Linzheng stopped her: "Give me the car keys."
"Um?"
"You're going to drive me?"
"..."
Never mind, she's nervous driving for a race car driver too.
The two got into the car. Rong Weiyue was worried that he, a young master who was used to driving supercars, would definitely dislike her car. After Fu Linzheng adjusted the seat and started driving, he didn't say anything. She said softly, "Just drive to your place. I'll drive back myself."
"Where do you live?" He looked straight ahead.
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, "Over there on the West Fifth Ring Road."
Fu Linzheng paused for a few seconds: "I'm also going over there to meet a friend. I'll take you home and then I'll go over myself."
She had no choice but to give him the name of her neighborhood, hoping to get it onto the navigation app, but Fu Linzheng said calmly, "No need, I know how to get there."
Hmm? He's so familiar with the suburbs...?
She thanked him softly, and the car moved forward smoothly. The dim streetlights outside the window receded step by step, and the sweet scent of green citrus filled the car.
Rong Weiyue felt a slight, aching pain in her lower abdomen. Her period had started these past few days, and she secretly rubbed her stomach. Fu Linzheng glanced over and noticed, his expression indifferent: "Stomach ache?"
She paused, then said, "No..."
She was too embarrassed to explain things to him given their current relationship, so she remained silent. Fu Linzheng suddenly realized what was happening, and his dark eyes rippled slightly.
He used to remember that her periods were always at the end of the month, but six years had passed, so the change was normal.
She gets cold easily when she has her period, so Fu Linzheng turned up the heating and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Is the temperature okay?"
"Um……"
Feeling a bit more comfortable with the heater on, Rong Weiyue was surprised that after their less-than-pleasant meeting last time, they were sitting in the same car again today.
After a long silence, she casually asked, "What are you doing here tonight?"
Fu Linzheng said lazily, "I just happen to be training nearby."
She recalled what had just happened: "You deliberately didn't step on the brake, didn't you? Actually, the fact that they cut you off maliciously is undeniable. Your car is so expensive, there's no need for you to play along with them."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a car."
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue recalled that after the college entrance examination, when she went to learn to drive, Fu Linzheng directly gave her his most treasured supercars worth millions to practice on. These cars were usually not allowed to be touched by others. Once, she accidentally crashed into a roadside railing, and Fu Linzheng ran over and immediately picked her up from the car, asking her if she was alright.
She felt guilty for scratching his car, but he laughed and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just a car. Aren't you more important than the car?"
Rong Weiyue didn't know if Fu Linzheng had stood up for her because he saw her being cut off by another car. "If you hadn't come, I was planning to just run over you too."
"With your small frame?" Fu Linzheng's brows furrowed. "A car is made of iron, but a person is made of flesh and blood. Do you think a car crash is a joke?"
He dared to do so only after long-term training. Rong Weiyue obediently agreed and saw a pharmacy by the roadside: "Please pull over for a moment."
Fu Linzheng parked the car, and she went inside. He ate a mint. When the woman came back, she was holding a bag of iodine swabs. She looked at the blood on his mouth and forehead and said, "Go back and treat your wounds."
The man said nonchalantly, "No need for such a minor injury."
"You've bled so much."
Fu Linzheng has experienced all sorts of serious injuries and illnesses since childhood. He even had a head injury requiring ten stitches without uttering a sound of pain. In high school, he didn't take his injuries seriously, which made Rong Weiyue angry every time she saw him like that. Later, he would stick to her and ask her to handle it. His friends said he was a show-off and would only act pitiful in front of his girlfriend.
Memories swirled in his mind. Fu Linzheng's gaze fell upon her with a deep intensity. The temperature inside the car rose. Rong Weiyue lowered her eyelashes, placed the medicine in his arms, and said indifferently, "If you're not going to apply it, just throw it away."
Two seconds later, the man swallowed hard and put the medicine in his pocket.
He glanced sideways and stepped on the gas.
A while later, "real estate agent Xiao Liu's" phone number appeared on the car screen. She answered the call, and the person on the other end said that he had sent her a message but hadn't replied: "Sister, I've found a few more properties. According to your requirements, they're within half an hour's commute to your studio, and the renovations are decent. I'll take you to see them tomorrow."
"Tomorrow morning, I'm not free this afternoon."
"Okay."
Rong Weiyue hung up the phone. The man in the driver's seat chewed on a mint, lazily looking ahead, his fingertips lightly tapping the steering wheel.
The car was unusually quiet. After the initial awkwardness subsided, she felt sleepy and couldn't help but yawn. Then, a nonchalant male voice came: "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get there."
"It doesn't matter……"
"What, are you afraid I'll kidnap your car and you?"
She shook her head and said calmly, "No, it wasn't you driving my car. I don't sleep well."
He scoffed, "How often do you sleep while I'm driving?"
After graduation, he took her out to play. He drove the whole way while she slept peacefully in the passenger seat. When they stopped to rest, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her until she was all hot and bothered with him. He was absolutely wicked.
She rubbed her wrist and lowered her eyes. "That's troublesome."
Fu Linzheng drove smoothly, and she soon fell asleep from exhaustion.
She hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days.
After an unknown amount of time, Rong Weiyue opened her eyes and found the car parked across from the residential area. Fu Linzheng, in the driver's seat, was looking at his phone, his dark eyelashes drooping, and his profile handsome.
How long has she been sleeping? Why isn't he waking her up...?
When Fu Linzheng saw that she was awake, he teased, "You haven't slept for days, you're so tired."
She blinked, her contact lenses glistening. "Excuse me, why didn't you call me?"
"I called you, but you didn't wake up."
Surely not...
Her cheeks flushed, and Fu Linzheng handed her the things that were on the side of the car door: "My friend asked me to bring these. I bought too many during the promotion. You can take the rest back and use them up. I don't eat these."
She noticed it looked like a bag of fruit. "How much? I'll transfer the money to you."
"I forgot, I don't look at the price when I buy things."
"..."
The young master used to do this when he bought her things, but now that they're not in that kind of relationship anymore: "I don't want to owe you anything, so I'll just transfer the money to you."
The man's eyes darkened, and he sneered coldly:
"Rong Weiyue, don't you owe me enough?"
Rong Weiyue's eyes seemed to flutter as if a butterfly had been caught in them. Fu Linzheng coldly replied, returning the sentence to her: "If you're not going to eat it, just throw it away."
He got out of the car and left immediately.
Many shops around were closed, the night was quiet and desolate, and a yellow sycamore leaf fell onto the windshield.
The bag was heavy.
She looked down and saw a large box of dark black cherries and a cup of warm red date and pear tea.
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The following afternoon, Rong Weiyue went to see the apartment with the real estate agent.
After viewing the last apartment, the two walked downstairs, and Xiao Liu said sheepishly, "Sister, you're not satisfied with any of them?"
"Um."
Some are too noisy due to their proximity to the elevated highway, some have poor layouts, and the only one that was acceptable was asking for a ridiculously high price of 6,000 yuan, which was not cost-effective at all.
Xiao Liu said it was okay and would continue to help her look. In the afternoon, she went to the studio and brought the cherries to share with everyone. Shu Jin said they were delicious: "It's rare to see cherries this sweet this season. How much does a pound cost?"
"...I'm not sure, someone else gave it to me."
She didn't have any friends with Fu Linzheng, and she had no way to return the money to him.
She took a bite, and the sweet fruity aroma burst in her mouth, but thinking of what she had said last night, a slight bitterness spread through her heart.
During high school, Fu Linzheng was busy with racing and studying, so his grades were in the middle of his class. But ever since they made a promise to study at university in Beijing together, he studied hard for her sake, and they both scored very high on the college entrance exam. But then those things happened, and she changed her application and went to Hangzhou.
In his eyes, she really played him for a fool.
She didn't see Fu Linzheng again for the next few days.
It's as if that encounter that night was just a dream.
She was working overtime at the studio over the weekend when she received a message: "[Weiyue, I'm back from my business trip. Are you free to have dinner together tonight?]"
—From Peng Qingshi.
Rong Weiyue: [Sure, but I'm working overtime at the studio, so I'll be a little late.]
Peng Qingshi: [I'll come find you first.]
Half an hour later, a young man in a suit walked into the studio, bringing many souvenirs for everyone. The employees were already familiar with him and gave him a warm welcome.
Rong Weiyue took him to her office, where Peng Qingshi had prepared another gift for her, which she was forced to accept: "Don't spend money on me in the future."
The man smiled faintly: "Don't overthink it, they're not expensive."
"Then I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
"Absolutely, I came here specifically for your dinner."
Rong Weiyue was in Class 6 in high school, and Peng Qingshi was in Class 1. They met at an art exam tutoring institution outside of school. Later, they both went to the China Academy of Art and have been friends for many years.
In the evening, Peng Qingshi drove her to the city center and asked her how she was doing. "I heard from Yin Lu that you were forced to go on another blind date?"
Peng Qingshi also knew Yin Lu. Rong Weiyue told him not to mention it. Peng Qingshi sighed, "So you're not planning to date yet? It's been six years since Fu Linzheng."
Upon hearing the name, a flicker of emotion crossed Rong Weiyue's eyes: "I... ran into him a while ago."
He was taken aback. "You've reunited?"
She briefly recounted their previous meetings, and Peng Qingshi, his palm rubbing the steering wheel, asked in a hoarse voice, "So what does he mean? Does he want to get back together with you?"
Rong Weiyue touched the crescent-shaped scar on her wrist and said calmly, "How could that be? He hates me a lot."
"And what about you... do you still care about him?" he couldn't help but ask.
She paused for two seconds, then denied it softly. Peng Qingshi said, "The main thing is that you haven't seen each other for so many years. You don't even know what kind of person Fu Linzheng is now. You should be careful."
He changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. How have you been feeling lately? Are you still taking those medications?"
Rong Weiyue pressed her fingernails against her palm and lowered her head: "I try not to eat it, but I've been under a lot of work pressure lately."
Peng Qingshi felt that she was getting thinner and thinner, which was unhealthy, but many illnesses can only be treated with psychological medicine.
"You should get more rest."
An hour later, they arrived in the city center. Rong Weiyue found a quaint, old-fashioned restaurant, parked the car, and the two went inside. A woman's voice came from behind them—
"A faint moon, a clear time?"
A young woman walked over, wearing a light purple dress, with gentle features. She looked at them with surprise and said, "It really is you two? Long time no see."
The woman's name was Xiang Anyue, a classmate from the next class in high school. She studied art and also knew Peng Qingshi; they had studied together at an art exam preparation institution.
In high school, Xiang An Yue looked ordinary with average grades, but she performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts. She became more and more outstanding, and now she seems like a completely different person, generous and beautiful.
They greeted each other, and Xiang An Yue asked with a smile, "Wei Yue, I haven't seen you in so long! Did you come back to work in Beijing after graduation?"
"right."
Xiang Anyue smiled and said she wanted to catch up with her: "I had dinner with some of my high school teachers and classmates today to celebrate my high school homeroom teacher's birthday. Look, they're here."
Rong Weiyue turned her head and saw several men and women walking in from the doorway, with Fu Linzheng and Xia Sili standing next to the teacher.
Fu Linzheng was the tallest, standing out like a crane among chickens in his black windbreaker. His face was rugged and distinct, and his aura was cold, aloof, and commanding, making him instantly eye-catching.
Fu Linzheng walked over, his gaze landing precisely on her.
Her heart tightened instantly.
I haven't seen him for several days.
A group of people came over, and Xiang Anyue introduced them warmly: "Teachers, I just ran into two students."
Xia Sili saw her and said, "Wei Yue? You're eating here too?"
What a coincidence!
Xiang An Yue took Rong Wei Yue's hand and introduced her to the others, saying, "I don't know if you still remember Rong Wei Yue, she was the top student in our grade, she was so outstanding."
Everyone was a teacher and classmate of the class next door. The homeroom teacher of the class next door was also Rong Weiyue's physical education teacher, so there were also several members of the school basketball team. Fu Linzheng was the captain of the school basketball team at the time, so he knew them all.
Rong Weiyue's eyes flickered slightly as she greeted them. How could the teachers have forgotten her? They smiled and said it had been a long time.
Xiang Anyue introduced Peng Qingshi: "This is Peng Qingshi. He studied painting with me and Weiyue. He was also very talented. Later, he and Weiyue were admitted to the China Academy of Art."
Peng Qingshi smiled faintly and shook hands with the teachers and students. Finally, he looked at Fu Linzheng, his eyes deepening, and extended his hand:
"Hello, Mr. Fu!"
Xiang Anyue, who was standing next to her, joked, "When I first saw Weiyue and Qingshi walking ahead, chatting and laughing, I thought they were a perfect couple. They are a match made in heaven, so well-matched."
Upon hearing this, Fu Linzheng raised his icy gaze to look at Peng Qingshi standing beside Rong Weiyue, then suddenly curled his lips into a faint smile:
"A match made in heaven, is it?"
Are you blind? How could he not see that?
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