Kangyuan released a promotional video without saying a word, but Cheng Yanyu immediately understood—Kangyuan’s camera was the one Wen Yang had liked. Back in university, Wen Yang had worked a summer job for two months just to buy a Kangyuan lens. Even after the company went under, she had hoarded another one on the second-hand market. Now, the Qingzhou Group had invested in and revived Kangyuan.
None of this could be a coincidence. Combined with the subtle message in the video, it was clear—Fu Xingzhou knew Wen Yang very well. He understood what she liked and had done this for her.
Cheng Yanyu finished watching the video.
It didn’t exactly tear him apart, but there was a deep, piercing pain.
When a man goes so far as to revive something she loved in her youth, it means he’s gradually learning about the life she had back then. And ironically, that part of her life was the one he had shared with Wen Yang.
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The press conference ended around noon.
Zhou Shiyuan sent someone to invite them to lunch together.
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Fu Xingzhou nodded. He looked up at Jiang Yue, who immediately understood and turned to decline the invitation. Fu Xingzhou gently wrapped his arm around Wen Yang’s waist as she stood up and left with him.
Wen Yang looked up and asked, “What should we eat?”
Fu Xingzhou: “You decide.”
Wen Yang smiled. “Okay, then I’ll decide.”
Fu Xingzhou gave a soft laugh and hummed in agreement.
They were in a shopping mall, and there were many restaurants. Wen Yang looked around and chose a Western restaurant she had visited before. The ambiance was nice, and more importantly, the food was good.
But it was a busy time, and there were many people. Wen Yang held onto Fu Xingzhou’s arm as they waited. She tiptoed and whispered to him, “There’s always a line here.”
Fu Xingzhou bent down to listen.
Wen Yang said, “Last time I came with Yu Qing, something really funny happened.”
“Hm?”
Wen Yang smiled and said, “So everyone gets a number, right? Yu Qing and I took one too. Then this guy started talking on the phone really loudly, disturbing everyone. Someone told him to quiet down, but he didn’t—he just got louder, like he was trying to provoke everyone. He kept walking around while talking, and left his number ticket on his chair.”
“The family he ignored decided to be sneaky and swapped his number with theirs. And he actually had a pretty early spot.”
“Then it happened again. Our number was right behind that family’s. Yu Qing saw what happened and, when it was time, swapped our number with his too. So we got in earlier.”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled and looked at her. “You two are pretty clever.”
Wen Yang grinned, “Of course! Gotta have some tricks up your sleeve now and then.”
Fu Xingzhou watched her smiling face, clearly fond of her.
Soon, a table for two opened up in the restaurant. They went in. On occasions like this, Fu Xingzhou would roll up his sleeves and loosen his collar a bit, softening his aura. The table was toward the back. After sitting down, Wen Yang scanned the QR code and showed him the menu. Fu Xingzhou ordered a steak, a fruit salad, and a coffee.
Wen Yang ordered seafood fried rice and juice. Fu Xingzhou took her phone and added a caramel pudding for her.
Big Brother Chen Chang messaged Wen Yang, saying the Washington apartment was nearly finished.
Wen Yang sipped her juice and looked at Fu Xingzhou. “The Washington apartment is almost done being renovated.”
Fu Xingzhou was cutting his steak. He used his fork to offer her a piece. Wen Yang blocked with her hand and took a bite. Fu Xingzhou said, “Let it sit after it’s done.”
Wen Yang chewed and said, “You really don’t care much, do you?”
Fu Xingzhou looked at her, lips curling faintly. “Jiang Yue’s watching over it.”
Wen Yang threatened playfully, “Be careful or I’ll make it ugly on purpose.”
Fu Xingzhou stared at her for a few seconds. “Hmm, then we’ll just get another house.”
Wen Yang’s ears flushed red.
She remembered him saying the kitchen had been expanded just for her. During the renovations, a few things and colors were changed—sometimes by Jiang Yue or Brother Chen Chang, but other times, it was Fu Xingzhou telling her to make changes.
She understood what he meant. The fact that they’d come this far meant, barring any surprises, they were going to keep going forward together.
After the meal.
Fu Xingzhou drove Wen Yang back to her studio. The black sedan moved slowly. The partition went up. Fu Xingzhou leaned down and kissed her. Wen Yang wrapped her arms around his neck, sitting on his lap. His kiss made her eyes misty, her lips red and slightly swollen as they lingered together. Fu Xingzhou gripped her waist tightly, sucked on her lips, and said, “While I’m not in Nancheng these few days, you can work late, but you must catch up on sleep the next day.”
Wen Yang nodded, resting her forehead against his, eyes meeting.
Fu Xingzhou looked at her, feeling yet another wave of reluctance to part. He bit her lip lightly and added in a low voice, “If you want something, tell Aunt Zhong. If you don’t feel like eating takeout for lunch, let her know ahead of time and she’ll bring it to your studio.”
Wen Yang said, “Same goes for you. Eat properly and work well.”
Fu Xingzhou slid his tongue in and kissed her deeply, pressing her tongue down with his. Wen Yang’s ears and cheeks turned bright red. His hand gripped her waist, making even her waist feel hot. After a long time, he finally pulled away. Wen Yang’s face was flushed as she snuggled up to him, rubbing against him. Fu Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed her lips again. He murmured, “There’s a car in the garage. The keys are at home. You can try driving it. If you don’t feel confident, and Yu Qing needs to go out, you can ask her to drive. It’ll be more comfortable that way.”
Wen Yang nodded, “Okay, okay.”
“I left the driver’s number for you. Call him if you need to go somewhere.”
“Alright, alright,” Wen Yang replied softly.
Fu Xingzhou had two drivers in Nancheng, and he’d given both their numbers to Wen Yang. Jiang Yue had to go to Hong Kong with him. When he was around, Jiang Yue usually drove Wen Yang.
But after Fu Xingzhou left, Wen Yang often hung out with Yu Qing. She happily rode around in Yu Qing’s little mini car and never used the drivers.
That’s why Fu Xingzhou reminded her again now.
After answering him, Wen Yang kissed his thin lips.
Fu Xingzhou held the back of her head and kissed her deeply. Wen Yang’s initiative and boldness were always subtle and required observation. Sometimes, even a small action meant she wanted more.
Fu Xingzhou was quick to notice—and then fulfill her wishes.
A long while passed.
Wen Yang finally got out of the car, having been escorted by Fu Xingzhou. She carried her laptop and small bag. Once the blush on her face faded, she got out. She looked up and said, “Text me when you get to Hong Kong.”
Fu Xingzhou nodded and rubbed her hair.
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Back at the studio, it was break time. Wen Yang saw Tao Li and the others curled up on the couch, fast asleep. She immediately softened her footsteps and quietly placed her laptop on the table.
Yu Qing hadn’t gone to sleep yet. She had a U-shaped pillow hanging around her neck. She looked at her and blinked: “You’re back.”
Wen Yang saw on her computer that she was already designing the flower house. She sat down and leaned in to look. Yu Qing asked in a low voice, “Did you see that video from Qingyang Camera?”
Wen Yang turned to look at her and nodded.
Yu Qing clicked her tongue twice. “Didn’t you notice the model in it looks a lot like you?”
Wen Yang was slightly stunned.
She sat up straight and clicked on the video that was trending on Weibo. From the very first second it started, when she saw the back view of the person, Wen Yang suddenly realized. Yu Qing leaned closer to watch and smiled: “Qingyang.”
“Qingzhou, Wen Yang, Qingyang.”
“And this promotional video—how is it even a promotional video? It’s clearly a love confession.”
Wen Yang’s heart pounded as she watched the video all the way through. No wonder she had felt so deeply immersed at the time. Yu Qing pointed at the model in the rain and asked, “Did you and Fu Xingzhou go through something like that?”
Wen Yang was taken aback.
They actually had.
Yu Qing then pointed at the couple in the garden. “What about this part?”
That time at the night flower exhibition, Wen Yang and Fu Xingzhou had gotten out of the car to look around, walking under the wisteria.
Wen Yang paused in thought.
She picked up her phone and clicked on Fu Xingzhou’s profile picture.
Wen Yang: That promotional video for Qingyang… is it what I think it is?
On the highway to Hong Kong, Fu Xingzhou replied to her.
Fu Xingzhou: You figured it out?
Wen Yang: (Aaaahhhhhh)
She sent over a sticker.
Fu Xingzhou chuckled softly.
Yu Qing stared at Wen Yang’s expression and clicked her tongue twice. “I was right, wasn’t I, Yangbao?”
Wen Yang looked at her, her ears slightly red.
Yu Qing pointed at the video. “The most elegant confession.”
“This brand was created for you, wasn’t it?”
“Click click.”
Yu Qing folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, still clicking her tongue. “So nice, really so nice.”
Wen Yang said quietly, “I didn’t know he would make the promotional video like that.”
Yu Qing smiled as she looked at her. “President Fu is very romantic.”
Wen Yang glanced at the video. She had to admit, he really was.
Yu Qing sat up straight and clicked into the official website. “Since it’s my Yangbao’s brand, of course I have to support it. One unit per person in the studio.”
Wen Yang exclaimed, trying to stop her immediately.
Yu Qing, full of enthusiasm, clicked in, only to pause. She looked at Wen Yang. “Sold out?”
Wen Yang leaned in to take a look.
It really was.
She said, “That fast?”
Tao Li had already woken up and was holding a tablet, saying, “It’s sold out, it was gone this morning! I spent an hour trying to get one and still failed, it’s so annoying.”
Wen Yang turned to look at Tao Li.
Her hair wasn’t even tied, hanging loosely. Wen Yang remembered Tao Li liked instant cameras. She thought for a moment and said, “I have two. I’ll bring one for you tomorrow.”
Tao Li looked up at Wen Yang.
The next second, she threw down the tablet and rushed forward to hug Wen Yang. “Yay yay!”
Yu Qing rolled her eyes beside them. “So shameless.”
Even though the Qingyang instant camera wasn’t the main product and wasn’t expensive, it was still incredibly popular, okay?
Tao Li smiled sweetly. “I can pay for it, though.”
Wen Yang laughed and said it wasn’t necessary. “Just consider it a bonus.”
Tao Li: “…Alright, hahaha.”
Fu Xingzhou had returned to Hong Kong.
Wen Yang went back to stay with Yu Qing. Of course, she sometimes went back to the club. The flower house design had now been scheduled, and Wen Yang and Yu Qing would stay up late working on it. Sometimes, they’d scrap everything and start over—that was a frequent occurrence.
Pursuing perfection meant bumps along the road. Sometimes, for an idea that might be realizable, Wen Yang would sit in a daze for a long time, thinking. She’d dig through tons of material and even went back to studying biology. She had to wait until Yu Qing finished the full architectural design before catching up on the relevant knowledge.
She and Fu Xingzhou would occasionally talk about it during video calls.
Fu Xingzhou would listen. She would talk about her ideas, and he would offer opinions. Wen Yang liked sharing this with him. Every time he gave suggestions, they struck a chord with her.
One day—
Wen Yang and Yu Qing were both wearing glasses, staring at drafts.
Wen Yang suddenly had a thought and said, “I want to go to the flower market for a bit.”
Yu Qing hadn’t really slept all night. Hearing this, she looked up. “Sure, sure. We’re just working behind closed doors here. It’s good to go out and walk around.”
Wen Yang glanced at the time. It was still early. The flower market would be livelier in the afternoon and evening, and there would be epiphyllum.
Wen Yang said, “Then I’ll go in the afternoon.”
Yu Qing nodded. “You go ahead. I might need to go home and catch up on sleep.”
She was really exhausted, mainly wanting to get the design out first and revise later. But it still wasn’t satisfactory, and she had also made a few trips to Fengyuan Mountain.
Wen Yang took off her plain glasses. They were hers—Yu Qing had borrowed them to wear when she couldn’t think clearly. Wen Yang looked down at her. “Your dark circles are pretty bad. Go home and sleep now.”
“Alright, alright.”
Yu Qing’s brain was fuzzy. She stood up, packed her computer, and floated out of the studio.
Around 3 p.m.,
Wen Yang tidied up, grabbed her camera, and headed to the flower market. The studio wasn’t far from the market, about twelve kilometers away.
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At the same time—
Qingzhou Group, Hong Kong.
After several executives finished reporting, they left. Jiang Yue walked in with a tablet and approached Fu Xingzhou’s desk. He placed the tablet beside him and said, “President Fu, take a look at this video.”
Fu Xingzhou tilted his head and opened it.
The video started in a restaurant corridor. Inside were Li Man, Cheng Yanyu, and a middle-aged couple in a heated argument. The video had audio.
It was the sound of a torn confrontation.
Jiang Yue said, “This video has been circulating in the social circle for a few days. It was taken down later.”
“But judging from this, it looks like they’ve broken up.”
Fu Xingzhou closed the video and responded with a simple “Mm.” He wasn’t interested in this at all. He held his fountain pen, about to write, but suddenly paused. He said to Jiang Yue, “Prepare the car. I’m going back to Nancheng this afternoon.”
Jiang Yue was stunned.
Then he immediately understood.
Was President Fu worried that if Cheng Yanyu had broken up, it might affect Miss Wen?
He asked softly, “This afternoon? But we have a meeting tomorrow.”
“Change it to an online meeting.”
Jiang Yue: “Alright.”
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