Chapter 8 The man's arms tightened around her.
Chapter 08
In high school, Fu Linzheng pursued Rong Weiyue with great passion.
当初她喜欢小提琴，他清晨就接她去学校练琴，给她买早餐守在琴房外等她，去国外为她定制最好的小提琴；她一句想看海，他就带她飞去海边，为她放满天烟花；她被校外男生纠缠，他上去一挑四把人揍到头破血流，自己快站不起来，眉骨碎裂生缝了八针。
He would fulfill any wish Rong Weiyue had.
He would do anything to pluck even the stars from the sky.
The first time she agreed to let Fu Linzheng take her home, he saw that she was unhappy, so he ran a kilometer to buy her favorite green tangerine glutinous rice balls to coax her.
Under the dim streetlights beside the sycamore tree that day, Fu Linzheng leaned down to look at her, his usual arrogant arrogance gone, his voice low and gentle:
"Rong Weiyue, I've never pursued a girl before. This is my first time seriously pursuing someone. Can you teach me how to make you happy? I don't want to annoy you."
Fu Linzheng had a smooth life since childhood, and whatever he wanted was presented to him. He was not interested in anything expensive, but when he was with her, he treated her like the most precious treasure in the world, and cherished her with care.
She never met anyone like that again in this world.
Behind the artificial hill, the water murmured softly. The night was dark, and only memories remained, fluttering like snowflakes before my eyes.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue turned her eyes away, and after a few seconds, a few bitter words escaped her taut throat: "So many years have passed, I've long forgotten, is there any point in dwelling on it now?"
Fu Linzheng's eyelashes fluttered, and after a moment he chuckled: "Yes, it was like playing house back then, it was meaningless."
Rong Weiyue didn't speak. The man looked at her with bloodshot eyes and said, "I still remember very clearly what you said when we broke up back then. You're overthinking it. There's no entanglement here. I hate you too much to even think about it."
He took a step closer and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Just pretend I was drunk just now, and my past desire to conquer was acting up."
Rong Weiyue stood there, her eyes filled with tears.
Fu Linzheng returned his cold, indifferent gaze and brushed past her as he left.
The night was cool as water, and a cold wind swept through the branches, scattering a few late-yellowed leaves. The white moon in the sky was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a faint halo of light shining down, as if even the air itself was chilly.
After a while, Rong Weiyue returned to the private room. The dinner was nearing its end, but the classmates had organized a karaoke session for the second half.
Peng Qingshi saw her and said, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for ages."
She lowered her eyes and lied, "My stomach was a little upset just now."
"Are you alright? Did you eat something wrong? Should we go to the hospital to get checked out?"
She shook her head and then saw Fu Linzheng saying goodbye to the teachers and walking towards the door.
Then, ignoring her, he walked out of the private room.
She composed herself and said to Peng Qingshi, "I'll go tell the teachers that we should go too."
"good."
Meanwhile, Fu Linzheng came downstairs. Xia Sili saw him drinking and took his car keys to drive away.
At the restaurant entrance, Fu Linzheng, dressed in all black, leaned against the red wall and lit a cigarette. The shadows cast overhead were cold and heavy. As he exhaled smoke, a gentle female voice called out, "Fu Linzheng—"
Xiang Anyue and He Xin walked over to him, and the former said softly:
"Fu Linzheng, I'm sorry. We were just joking around as classmates today. I'm sorry if I offended you. By the way, I wanted to discuss the drama 'Frost and Snow Chant' with you. Do you have time?"
Xiang Anyue smiled shyly: "I have some ideas about this. You're also a producer. Since we're all going to sing karaoke, why don't we go together? We can chat."
Fu Linzheng exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at him coldly: "Is this working time? If you have any ideas, report them to your supervisor. Do I need to talk to you?"
Xiang Anyue's smile froze, as if she had been slapped in the face. He Xin secretly grabbed her hand, and the two left. Fu Linzheng's cold voice rang out from behind:
"stop."
The two were stunned, and when they turned around, they heard Fu Linzheng utter a few words: "I'm warning you, this is the last time."
They met his cold, icy gaze: "If I ever hear you discussing or spreading Rong Weiyue's private affairs again, you can forget about getting along in the alumni circle. I mean what I say."
As if cold water had been poured over their heads, Xiang Anyue and He Xin's faces turned pale and embarrassed. Fu Linzheng stubbed out his cigarette, left the two of them on the spot, and walked towards the Bugatti that had arrived.
Once we got in the car, it started moving.
A strong gust of cold wind rushed in, and Fu Linzheng lit another cigarette, looking out the window.
“Fu Linzheng, we’re both people who only have a short attention span. I’ve never taken your feelings seriously. Can’t you just start dating someone new in college? Don’t come looking for me.”
"Fu Linzheng, there's no future for us. From now on, we'll go our separate ways. Please let me go."
Memories lingered in his ears, his throat went dry, and he exhaled a puff of white mist, his deep red eyes gradually sinking into the depths of the sea.
...
On the other side, Rong Weiyue said goodbye to the teachers first and went downstairs with Peng Qingshi.
Peng Qingshi offered to take her home, but she declined, saying, "I want to take the bus home by myself. You go ahead."
Seeing that she was in particularly low spirits, Peng Qingshi hesitated before saying something, "Okay, then send me a message when you get home and be careful."
Rong Weiyue walked to the bus stop, boarded the bus, and sat by the window, lost in thought. After a while, she saw several high school students walking along the roadside, chatting and laughing, chasing and playing around. The boy at the back secretly wrapped a scarf around a girl's neck, and the girl gave him a shy smile.
"Rong Weiyue, put on your scarf properly. If you catch a cold, isn't it me who's worried about you?"
“Rong Weiyue, don’t you like seeing the aurora? How about we go to Tromsø, Norway together next winter when we’re freshmen in college?”
"Rong Weiyue, Happy New Year, your boyfriend misses you."
"Rong Weiyue..."
Many scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.
Waves crashed against her eyes. Rong Weiyue rubbed her slightly sore eyes, her amber pupils, adorned with contact lenses, vaguely reflecting the streetlights outside the window.
After getting off the car, she slowly walked back to the residential area. In the quiet stairwell, the winter wind seeped in through the gaps in the stairwell. She dragged her feet up the stairs, and the motion-sensor streetlights slowly lit up one by one.
She opened the door and turned on the lights, but there was no response. She checked the community property management group and found out that the power was out again due to circuit repairs.
In the darkness, she turned on her phone's flashlight and went to the bedroom to turn on the bedside lamp.
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
She was left all alone.
She nestled on the edge of the bed, pushed open the wardrobe, and took out a black box inside, which contained a beautiful violin.
The ebony lacquer had a warm, lustrous sheen, and a crescent moon was carved into the headstock. Through the dim light, she could see a passage of English text, sprinkled with silver powder, lightly carved on the tail of the violin.
To my princess:
Don't be afraid, when the sun sets, the moon still shines.——FLZ
Don't be afraid, the sun will set and the moon will shine.
Even a dim light can illuminate the way forward.
The violin her sister left her was broken. It was a violin that Fu Linzheng later commissioned for her, saying that there was only one of its kind in the world, and that this violin represented his eternal presence by her side.
The marks on the English text were gradually smoothed out.
She lowered her eyelashes and rubbed them together, her eyes stinging and moist.
The zither is still there, but she lost it a long time ago.
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Rong Weiyue took zolpidem that night, but still had difficulty falling asleep.
She tossed and turned until about 3 a.m. before finally falling into a deep sleep. But the next day, around 8 a.m., a loud knocking on the door startled her awake.
On the verge of exploding, she forced herself to get up and open the door, only to find the landlord, Zhao Xin, and a strange man and woman. He spoke in an unfriendly tone, saying he had brought people to view the apartment.
Her face darkened: "Did you ask me this first thing this morning?"
"Young lady, what do you mean by this? I sent you a message last night in advance. Don't say I didn't remind you. Why are you being so rude?"
The power didn't come back on until midnight last night, and her phone had run out of battery and turned off early in the morning. When she checked, she found that she had indeed sent a message.
Suppressing his anger, he allowed them to come in. The strangers were not very satisfied after looking at the apartment. Zhao Xin, annoyed that he had missed another deal, vented his frustration on Rong Weiyue, saying that a buyer had really wanted to see the apartment last night, but because she wasn't home, the buyer went to another apartment in the same complex instead.
"Anyway, you'd better move out by next week!!"
He slammed the door and left, cursing. Rong Weiyue was wide awake and felt irritable.
She hasn't found a house yet, so she has to hurry.
Yin Lu came to have lunch with her at noon, saying that Rong Weiyue would move to her apartment first, even though it was a bit far from the studio, it would be a good temporary solution.
While eating, Yin Lu saw a rental advertisement video on her WeChat Moments. "Hey, this apartment looks nice! What do you think of it, Bao?"
The video shows a large, single-level apartment with warm beige furniture and natural wood decor. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a wide view and plenty of natural light, and there's even a small garden on the balcony. The location is conveniently near her studio, less than a ten-minute drive away.
Rong Weiyue looked up and saw that it was Xia Qiantang who posted the message on WeChat Moments.
Xia Sili's younger sister, who was her good friend in high school. They went out for a meal together when she returned to China last year, but they are usually busy and have not been in contact much.
Yin Lu said this was simply a dream room, and Rong Weiyue liked it very much too. She quickly went to ask, and the other party called back to say that the house was still available: "It's quite cheap, only 3,500 a month. The surrounding facilities are complete, and it's a new building. I posted the rental information for Brother Lin Zheng."
She froze when she heard the last sentence: "...Fu Linzheng?"
"Yes, this is his house. He said he needs some cash flow for his business recently and plans to rent out about ten units. If you're interested, I can take you to see it this afternoon."
"...It's okay, no need. Let me take another look."
After hanging up the phone, Yin Lu asked in confusion, "Fu Linzheng is so rich, why does he need to rent a place?"
Rong Weiyue didn't know either, but Yin Lu encouraged her, saying, "But Fu Linzheng is better than your current landlord, right? Why don't you go ask him?"
Rong Weiyue thought of what he said that night, lowered her eyelashes and shook her head: "Forget it, he knows it was me, he probably wouldn't want to rent it anyway."
Their current relationship is not suitable for any further interaction.
At the start of the new week, she worked overtime at the studio. Because she was too busy at night, she slept on the floor in the office instead of going home. Two days later, a detailed version of the design plan for the props of "Frost and Snow Chant" was completed, and she unfortunately caught a cold.
In the morning, she sent the document to the head of the props team, who replied, "We've been notified that all proposals must be reviewed by the producer in person."
Personally reviewed...
She hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Work aside, Rong Weiyue didn't think too much about it. She grabbed a piece of bread at noon and rushed to Mingheng Group. When she got downstairs, the receptionist asked her what was going on and said, "The assistant said that President Fu has an important meeting today and he will need you to wait."
"Okay, it's alright."
She sat on the sofa, clutching a cup of hot water tightly in her hand, biting into a dry piece of bread. Her gray-blue sweater dress accentuated her slender figure, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her face pale, and she furrowed her brows while gently rubbing her aching stomach.
Two hours later, she still hadn't heard from him. "Excuse me, could you please ask if Mr. Fu is available?"
The receptionist asked and then said, "Mr. Fu has finished his meeting, but he has another very important video conference. I'm sorry."
She responded softly.
I don't know if he's deliberately avoiding seeing her.
After a while, the receptionist came over and said, "Mr. Fu has a lot of things to do today. I'm sorry, why don't you go back first?"
A dull pain came from her abdomen, but she endured it and said, "It's okay, I'll wait a little longer."
She wanted to make him see the proposal no matter what.
After waiting a while, she finally saw Fu Linzheng come out.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was tall and imposing, with broad and straight shoulders and neck. He walked steadily, followed by several assistants. His aura was noble and indifferent, as if saying "Keep away, strangers."
He walked over, lifted his eyelids, and looked at her.
Unaware that she was there, his eyes flickered slightly.
Upon seeing him, Rong Weiyue immediately stood up and walked over: "President Fu, our Qingyue Pavilion has completed the detailed prop design plan. Please take a look."
Seeing her aloof demeanor, Fu Linzheng's eyes turned cold: "I'm busy right now."
A dozen or so people from the team waited for him all day, urging him to go to training.
Rong Weiyue gripped the document tightly: "It won't take you too long."
He curled his lips into a smile and looked down at her:
"Rong Weiyue, what makes you think I would agree to work with the production team right now?"
She remained calm, her expression tense, and said, "I believe that President Fu is fair and impartial, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied with this plan."
A mocking chuckle fell from above.
Rong Weiyue followed him out of Mingheng Building. A charcoal black Koenigsegg was parked at the entrance. Fu Linzheng took the car keys from his assistant and glanced at her with a cold look in his eyes: "Okay, I'm going to the parking lot for training. It'll take about twenty minutes. Get in the car."
She froze, and he lifted the butterfly door of Koenigsegg:
"What, you're afraid to sit?"
She lowered her eyes, walked over, and stepped into the passenger seat.
Fu Linzheng got into the car, started the engine, and soon the Koenigsegg merged into the main traffic flow, its low chassis roaring and screeching as if it were crawling on the ground.
His cold, inky eyes were fixed ahead, one hand on the steering wheel, while his foot kept revving the engine.
He usually drives the world's fastest race cars, speeding at nearly 250 kilometers per hour on the most dangerous roads. He drives all cars with ease and extreme wildness.
As the lanes changed, he smoothly overtook one car after another. Rong Weiyue sat in the passenger seat, and the strong push-back sensation made her adrenaline surge. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and she couldn't even utter a word.
After a while, the Koenigsegg turned at an intersection and drove onto a mountain road that wound its way up with one sharp bend after another.
"Weren't you supposed to give an introduction? You only have ten minutes left."
Fu Linzheng spoke.
Rong Weiyue's fingertips turned white as she gripped the document. After a few seconds, she struggled to turn to the first page and said, "Considering the identities of the male and female leads and their Tang Dynasty background, we plan to design a golden cloud crown for the male lead..."
The mountain road twisted and turned, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She pressed her hand against the edge of the paper, coughing as she read, struggling to keep going.
Fu Linzheng listened to her trembling voice, his eyes darkening, and a few seconds later he snatched the document from her hand.
She turned to look at him: "I haven't finished reading yet."
"You think I want to hear that you miss me?"
"Mr. Fu, isn't this what you requested?"
A sudden, excruciating pain shot through her abdomen; beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as she gripped the seatbelt tightly.
The car soon stopped at the gate of the training ground halfway up the mountain.
Fu Linzheng turned his head and saw that her face was pale and she was curled up.
In an instant, his heart sank to the ground. He quickly got out of the car, opened the door on her side, and frowned: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
“I’m fine,” Rong Weiyue pushed him aside and got out of the car. “Move aside.”
The pain made it impossible for her to stand. Fu Linzheng tried to hug her, but she pushed him away with all her might: "I don't want you to hug me, let go of me..."
He tightened his grip on her, and she angrily bit his wrist.
He used almost the most force he could muster, and blood gushed out instantly.
The moment Fu Linzheng loosened his grip, Rong Weiyue shook him off, took a few steps back, and slid down against the wall in pain. She glared at him, a tear streaming down her cold, resolute eyes, her voice choked with emotion:
"Fu Linzheng...didn't you say you hated me?"
"Isn't this exactly what you want to see?"
Fu Linzheng looked at the tear that fell from her eye, and it felt like a knife, stabbing hard into his heart, twisting and tearing it out, leaving him in excruciating pain.
He had promised her that he would never let her cry again.
He wanted her to be happy every day he spent with her, and he would solve all her problems, wipe away all her tears, and ensure her a lifetime of happiness, peace, and smooth sailing.
But now, he lost his temper and made her cry.
She must hate him to the core.
Fu Linzheng's eyes burned with tears. He walked over, half-knelt in front of her, and carefully lifted her up, wiping away her tears. His low, husky voice sank into the dust, gently calling her by her childhood nickname as before:
"Yueyue, tell me first, where does it hurt?"
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