Chapter 4, the fourth chapter: "She writhed like that in my arms back then."...
Chapter 04
From childhood, Rong Weiyue was always disciplined by her parents to become a well-mannered, obedient, and sensible young lady from a respectable family. Under the pressure of suppression and comparison, she studied hard and tried to become the so-called "good child" of other families.
But she knew she had never been a good girl.
For example, she hated standing at attention during military training and would pretend to faint; she would respond to the teacher on the surface, but in reality, she would only tear up the empty and pretentious speech; she hated the boring sea of questions, and sometimes she would copy the answers when doing homework; she even thought about smoking and drinking, but she did not succeed.
Only Fu Linzheng saw the real her.
Unfortunately, he always seemed to catch her rebellious side. Whenever Fu Linzheng caught her in the act, he would tease her, "Rong Weiyue, how come you're so good at pretending to be obedient?"
Actually, she hated pretending to be well-behaved.
After they got together, she would skip class and ride his sports car to the top of the mountain when she was in a bad mood. She didn't want to listen to the same old lectures, so she would follow him over the wall to eat barbecue outside the school. On rainy days, she would hide behind an empty laboratory building and secretly kiss him.
Many things were even initiated by her.
Just like that hot, dry summer night after the college entrance exam.
That night at the class reunion, Rong Weiyue got drunk and said she didn't want to go home, so she went to Fu Linzheng's apartment.
Fu Linzheng carried her to the guest room and put her to sleep. Around 1 a.m., she woke up and came out of the room to find him. He asked her if she was dizzy, and she shook her head: "I'm just a little thirsty."
"Come over and have some water."
The two went to the kitchen, where Fu Linzheng made her a cup of honey lemon water. Dressed in a black T-shirt and work pants, he leaned against the counter and glanced down at her, saying, "With your alcohol tolerance, don't drink outside in the future, or you'll get kidnapped."
Rong Weiyue mumbled, "It's okay, you're here."
He smiled slightly, and she drank her water, looking up at him with bright eyes: "Fu Linzheng, actually I'm not thirsty."
"Um?"
"I just saw you and I wanted to kiss you."
She blinked: "Can I kiss you? I might still be a little drunk."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was lifted up and placed on the kitchen counter. Fu Linzheng held the back of her neck and showered her with hot, passionate kisses.
The air ignited as their breaths exchanged.
The cup was knocked over, and water spilled all over the floor.
Rong Weiyue wrapped her arms around his neck. After a while, Fu Linzheng stopped, bit her red lips, and said with heavy breathing, "Rong Weiyue, do you know the consequences of fooling around with me in the middle of the night?"
Her eyes were clear: "What are the consequences?"
What do you think?
She slipped under her skirt, her lips trembling, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was soft: "Will you be unable to resist having sex with me?"
Fu Linzheng chuckled, amused that she dared to say such a thing, and gave a roguish smile: "Yeah, I will."
The boy spoke bluntly, as if informing her of the consequences of opening Pandora's box, his voice hoarse: "You're so delicate, you'll definitely cry from the pain, and I won't let you off so easily, at least until dawn."
Are you scared?
He wanted to scare her away, saying, "If you're scared, go back home quietly."
Thinking she would run away, Rong Weiyue seemed to have thought it over for a moment, bit her lip and whispered, "Don't be afraid, just don't be so fierce."
A storm suddenly raged in Fu Linzheng's eyes, then darkened instantly. She said she had just seen it; there was a 24-hour convenience store at the entrance of the residential area.
When he returned from the convenience store, he carried her straight back to the bedroom.
Then, he went completely mad.
At this moment, Fu Linzheng's meaningful words were clearly sarcastic, as if he were deliberately exposing those unknown past events in front of the teacher.
Upon hearing this, Rong Weiyue's cheeks felt as if they had been burned. Fortunately, Chen Rusheng didn't believe it: "Puppy love? Do you think she's like you? She must be exceptionally well-behaved, right, Xiaoyue?"
Rong Weiyue ignored the gaze and nodded gently, "Mm."
Other teachers came to call Chen Rusheng to handle official business, but he told them to have some tea first. Only the two of them remained in the office. Fu Linzheng walked over to the desk behind her, put down the medicine, and a casual chuckle rang out:
“Miss Rong is quite well-behaved; she squirmed like that in my arms back then.”
"..."
Just like that night, she was clearly inexperienced yet still bold, coquettish and alluring in his arms. She didn't know this was what it felt like, again and again, uncontrollably... the thin gray sheet was completely see-through.
A series of absurd memories were stirred up. When Chen Rusheng returned, the office was silent. Rong Weiyue's face was flushed. She asked what was wrong, and Fu Linzheng across from her slowly spoke:
"It's nothing. I was just discussing the issue of puppy love with Miss Rong. I said it's quite normal for students to date nowadays, not just boys, but I think girls are quite happy about it too."
Fu Linzheng looked up at Rong Weiyue, intending to have a friendly discussion:
"Don't you think so, Miss Rong?"
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I don't know if girls are willing, but many of the time it's the boys who are persistent and clingy."
Fu Linzheng glanced sideways and chuckled softly.
It was clearly mocking.
The atmosphere was awkward. Chen Rusheng withdrew his gaze from among them and smiled, "Alright, let's continue drinking tea."
Rong Weiyue poured him tea, and Chen Rusheng steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Xiaoyue, I've seen your Qingyue Pavilion's design plan, and I personally think it's quite good. But you said the cooperation didn't go through. What was the reason?"
Rong Weiyue replied gently, "We were originally planning to sign the contract next week, but Cui'an also wanted to try. They use molding machines and 3D printing technology, which saves a lot of costs compared to our pure manual methods, and their quote is also 30% lower than ours."
"You can still tell the difference between machine-made and handmade items under the lens. I can't say much else, but Xiaoyue, your skills and aesthetic sense are unmatched by most people."
Rong Weiyue learned from her grandmother Rong Fangjie, who was a master of filigree inlay, from a young age. She won an international intangible cultural heritage youth design award in college. Anyone who knows a little about filigree inlay knows that there is a talented young girl in the industry who is aiming to become an intangible cultural heritage inheritor.
Rong Weiyue said with difficulty, "Handmade production is costly and stressful. We have already provided the best solution."
She asked Chen Rusheng to help make the connection. Chen Rusheng, looking at the proposal, suddenly remembered something:
"The drama 'Frost and Snow Ballad' sounds familiar, doesn't it? Zheng, I heard your dad mention it the other day. Mingheng just invested in two dramas, and this seems to be one of them?"
The man who had remained silent slowly raised his eyes, took the proposal, and glanced at it: "Hmm."
The production company is at the top of the pyramid and enjoys extremely high say. Fu Linzheng was just playing on his phone like an outsider, but now he calmly dropped a bombshell: "My dad forced me to manage some of the group's affairs. He just gave me this project a couple of days ago, and I'm the one handling it."
Rong Weiyue: ? ?
What? ?
Although Fu Linzheng has been involved in racing for many years, he studied finance and investment in college and inherited his father's business acumen, making him extremely powerful in the business world.
Rong Weiyue never expected that the producer of Mingheng was Fu Linzheng...
This news was like a devastating blow.
She felt like she had been declared out of the picture at that moment.
Chen Rusheng, unaware of the situation behind it all, was still advocating for her: "Ah Zheng, you just heard it too, Qingyue Pavilion is quite nice, you can consider it."
Rong Weiyue saw the man opposite her flipping through the documents, his expression indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Time stretched out in silence. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, about to speak, when suddenly Fu Linzheng's phone rang.
He stood up: "I'm going to answer a phone call."
Only the two of them remained in the office.
Chen Rusheng had to go to a meeting, and Rong Weiyue said she wouldn't bother him anymore. Chen Rusheng said, "A friend of a friend of mine knows the director of this drama. I'll make a call tonight, or I can talk to A-Zheng for you. Don't let his carefree attitude fool you, he's very serious about his career. I think he'll consider you two."
"No need, teacher."
Whether Fu Linzheng would consider it or not is another matter, but given her relationship with him, she didn't want to put the professor in a difficult position.
Seeing her attitude, Chen Rusheng couldn't help but ask, "Xiaoyue, do you and Azheng know each other?"
"Did something happen between you two?"
At his age, with his vast experience, Chen Rusheng could see right through anything and immediately sensed the undercurrents between the two.
Rong Weiyue paused for a moment, then lowered her voice: "That's all in the past."
Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, Chen Rusheng smiled helplessly and teased, "Actually, when A-Zheng came just now, I was thinking of setting you two up. You are about the same age, and you are a good match in terms of appearance, work and other aspects."
Rong Weiyue stood up, holding the documents, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Teacher, you're joking. We're not a good match... we're just strangers."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and met Fu Linzheng's figure standing at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat, but the next moment she saw the man's expression turn indifferent. His gaze swept past her and looked at Chen Rusheng, his voice low and cold: "Uncle Chen, I have to train, I'm leaving now."
"good."
Rong Weiyue also bid farewell to Chen Rusheng.
The school building's stairs spiraled down, and it was time for school to let out. Students walked down in groups, chatting and laughing, creating a bustling crowd.
During the long break between classes that year, on the bustling staircase, Rong Weiyue walked ahead with her textbooks in her arms, her ponytail swaying slightly. She turned her head and glanced at the person following her, feeling embarrassed and annoyed: "Fu Linzheng, stop following me, I hate you."
The boy, hands in his pockets, his white school uniform shirt bathed in sunlight streaming through the nearby window, raised an eyebrow and said, "I just stole a few kisses while you were asleep, is it really that big of a deal?"
Six years have passed in the blink of an eye, and everything has changed.
Fu Linzheng walked quickly, and they were separated by the crowd, growing further and further apart.
Rong Weiyue received a message from her assistant Shu Jin on her phone:
[Sis, the park manager called me this afternoon. He said the rent for the next quarter needs to be paid next month. The finance department calculated the recent machine purchase orders and various expenses, and the studio doesn't have much liquid cash right now.]
[We'll finish those collaborative jewelry items by the end of the month, which should cover some of the shortfall, but we'll probably still be about 100,000 yuan short.]
I heard that Cui'an had lunch with the production company, so they're probably close to finalizing things...
Each word of the text message struck Rong Weiyue like a stone.
She used to think that hard work was enough, but in this society, connections, status, and even social circles are all very important, and reality leaves her with no choice.
It seemed that she had only one straw left to grasp.
This is perhaps the best network of connections she has ever had.
Rong Weiyue let out a breath, made a decision in an instant, and quickly caught up with the figure in front of her.
In the parking lot behind the teaching building, the charcoal black Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut stood out among the many cars.
Just as Fu Linzheng reached the car, a voice came from behind.
He turned his head and saw Rong Weiyue chasing after him. Her dark blue tie-dye dress fluttered slightly in the wind, and her amber eyes on her porcelain face were glistening with tears.
I don't know how many grains of rice I eat each day.
He hasn't grown much taller, and he's even thinner than he was in high school.
She walked up to him and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu Lin... Hello, I am Rong Weiyue, the person in charge of Qingyue Pavilion Studio. We sincerely want to make props for the TV series 'Shuangxueyin'."
She handed him the documents in her hand: "This is our proposal. Please take a look."
All she wanted was for the studio to survive.
Even knowing that the probability of being rejected by Fu Linzheng was high, she still had to give it a try.
There was no one around, and the pale blue twilight enveloped the man's sharply defined face, casting it into shadow, making it difficult to discern his features.
Fu Linzheng stared straight into her calm eyes, as if nothing had happened. His dark eyes darkened, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "'President Fu,' I really didn't expect to hear that title from you."
Rong Weiyue lowered her eyes, rubbing the crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, and still said politely, "Our studio really needs this project, and we hope you can help us."
He suddenly walked towards her, and Rong Weiyue took a few steps back before he blocked her in front of the silver-black supercar.
Remembering what he had overheard at the office door, Fu Linzheng laughed: "Tell me, in what capacity should I help?"
The cool scents of tobacco, mint, and green citrus mingled in the air. Fu Linzheng leaned down to look at her, his strong frame exuding immense pressure, his voice deep and resonant:
"Alumni?"
"Classmate?"
"..."
He stared straight at her: "Is this still the ex-boyfriend you just dumped?"
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