Chapter 45: Exclusive to Jinjiang 1/2

Before making this call, Song Fuzhi had just come out of the kitchen, and the dining table was filled with half-prepared ingredients.

She had thought Shi Zhang would be coming back the next morning, so she had planned to make something delicious to welcome him.

Unexpectedly, with this call, Shi Zhang postponed his return by a day, and it seemed that the grand dinner Song Fuzhi had prepared for him would have to wait another day.

Although she felt a bit disappointed, Song Fuzhi completely understood.

Work has always had unpredictable changes.

Song Fuzhi put the prepared ingredients back in the refrigerator and planned to cook them when Shi Zhang returned the next day.

Her phone vibrated gently. It was Luo Luli telling her, “It’s okay if you don’t come; I’ll taste it for you tomorrow.”

In the afternoon, Luo Luli mentioned that she had a friend who opened a cocktail and Western restaurant, hired a famous mixologist, and had a foreign chef. They were opening the next day and invited friends to attend.

Usually, Luo Luli wouldn’t involve Song Fuzhi in such matters. However, Song Fuzhi had recently mentioned that if there were any good restaurants, feel free to recommend them. preferably places with taste and atmosphere.

Luo Luli had laughed at the time and asked why Professor Song suddenly cared about the ambiance of a restaurant.

The answer was simple, and Song Fuzhi had nothing to be embarrassed about. He directly said that he just wanted to take his husband to eat.

So, when Luo Luli’s friend opened a restaurant, she thought of Song Fuzhi and invited him.

“If it were an ordinary restaurant, I wouldn’t have called you, but I saw the pictures of their decoration, which were very tasteful. I also checked the drink menu; several special concoctions seem interesting.”

At that time, Song Fuzhi didn’t know Shi Zhang would delay his return, so he told Luo Luli he couldn’t make it; he had other plans.

“Shi Zhang is returning from his business trip tomorrow afternoon, and I plan to cook dinner for him at home.”

Luo Luli thought about it and agreed. Just coming back from a business trip, it’s better to stay at home.

“Okay, you accompany your husband,” Luo Luli said. “I’ll try it for you and recommend it if it’s good.”

However, Shi Zhang said he would return a day later.

Song Fuzhi flipped through the chat records and told Luo Luli, “The professor suddenly said he’d be back a day later, so I’ll go with you tomorrow night.”

Luo Luli responded with a laughing emoticon, saying okay, and couldn’t resist adding a teasing comment: “Professor, he doesn’t need you.”

The next afternoon, Song Fuzhi, who was originally going to pick up Shi Zhang from the airport, was driving towards the bar restaurant.

Indeed, as Luo Luli had said, the bar’s decoration was very stylish. It had a vintage and low-key vibe, with a wooden bar counter and sparkling glasses on the shelves, adding a lot of tension to the atmosphere.

Luo Luli’s friend was a very elegant man with standard handsome features. He looked a bit older, but his condition was excellent, and he exuded a somewhat refined aura.

“Thank you, boss.”

Luo Luli and her friend exchanged greetings, and she briefly introduced Song Fuzhi.

The gentleman shook hands with Song Fuzhi gracefully, and his gaze lightly fell on Song Fuzhi’s face. “Hello, Mr. Song.”

As if some magnetic field was at work, Song Fuzhi subconsciously felt that he also liked men.

Indeed, Luo Luli reminded me with a smile, “Our Professor Song is already married; you don’t have a chance.”

The man smiled and shook his head, his expression somewhat helpless. “I’m not interested in anyone right now.”

After they were seated, watching the handsome owner greet other guests, the waitstaff brought them menus and a wine list, asking if they needed any recommendations.

“Thank you; we’ll look at it ourselves,” Luo Luli said.

They ordered two main courses and two glasses of wine. As soon as the waiter brought them, Song Fuzhi picked up his glass and took a sip.

It was a custom blend, with a sour-sweet fruity flavor mixed with the rich aroma of the wine, smoothly sliding down his throat, bringing a refreshing stimulation.

Luo Luli raised her eyebrows slightly. “Oh, is something bothering you?”

Song Fuzhi lifted his eyelids to look at her. “Which eye saw that?”

“Drinking so eagerly,” Luo Luli tapped the rim of his glass. “It’s rare.”

“Is it?” Song Fuzhi thought for a moment. “But I’m really not in a bad mood.”

“Ah, then what’s going on?” Luo Luli asked.

“Professor was originally supposed to come back today.” Song Fuzhi slowly spoke.

Luo Luli, after hearing this sentence, suddenly burst into laughter.

Song Fuzhi looked at her calmly.

After finishing the first half of the sentence, Luo Luli said, “I feel like you’re done for, Song Fuzhi.”

Song Fuzhi looked at her quietly.

After finishing the second half of the sentence, Luo Luli said, “It seems like you’ve fallen in love.”

Song Fuzhi’s eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips.

“Falling in love with your own husband doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Song Fuzhi said.

“Of course, there’s no problem. I’m really happy for you.”

Luo Luli said, “But after all, you two had a flash marriage. What does Professor Shi think? Do you know?”

Song Fuzhi recalled. While Shi Zhang’s tolerance and thoughtfulness towards him were undeniable, how deep were Shi Zhang’s feelings for him? Song Fuzhi truly didn’t know.

From some minor details, Song Fuzhi could sense that Shi Zhang’s possessiveness was a bit strong.

However, he found it difficult to determine whether this possessiveness was because of himself or simply due to the fact that he was his “husband.”

People always hope that what belongs to them will always be theirs. After all, they are in a marital relationship, belonging to each other is natural, and possessing each other is not surprising.

Song Fuzhi lowered her eyes and said, “Anyway, I feel like I’m living quite well now.”

“That’s good,” Luo Luli said.

Song Fuzhi waved to call the waiter and pointed to the wine list, saying, “Please bring another glass of this.”

Luo Luli was a bit surprised and warned, “It’s okay to fall in love, but don’t lose yourself in it.”

Song Fuzhi smiled and said, “I won’t.”

True friends always wish that their friends invest less emotion and receive more love, not wanting them to suffer.

“Alright.” Luo Luli took out her phone, changing the topic. “I almost forgot to show you. Professor Song’s debut masterpiece!”

Song Fuzhi held the phone, and on it was a video edited by Luo Luli.

Luo Luli further adjusted the angles, adding energetic music and slow-motion effects at the turning points. Although she used commonly seen techniques, it looked pretty cool at first glance—not cheesy at all.

In just a few days, Song Fuzhi almost couldn’t recognize himself. He had a subtle sense of unfamiliarity with the cosplay he did, as if he couldn’t believe he did it.

“What do you think?” Luo Luli asked.

Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but say, “You’re amazing.”

Luo Luli laughed heartily and boasted, “Do you think Laojie [Luo Luli] was just idling around in her previous circles? This is skill, skill!”

Song Fuzhi sincerely admired, “Laojie, you’re awesome.”

“I haven’t even posted it yet; should I just post it like this?” Luo Luli said, suddenly remembering, “Oh, Professor Song, give yourself a stage name. You can’t just use your real name, right?”

Song Fuzhi hesitated a bit. “Do I really need a stage name?”

Luo Luli held up her phone and said, “Of course, can your account name be blank?”

Choosing names wasn’t Song Fuzhi’s strong suit. He pondered for quite a while before saying, “How about calling it FuFu?”

Luo Luli widened her eyes as she repeated, “Fufu? The soft fufu?”

Song Fuzhi helplessly said, “Then give me a suggestion.”

Luo Luli laughed heartily. “I think this name is great! How can you come up with such a cute name?”

Song Fuzhi said seriously, “It’s just the pinyin of the name; it makes sense.”

Luo Luli laughed with tears in her eyes. “FuFu, I think you’re drunk.”

Song Fuzhi just felt his face was a bit warm and his spirit was slightly excited, but other than that, everything was normal.

“My alcohol tolerance is very good,” Song Fuzhi said. “I won’t get drunk.”

Luo Luli perfunctorily said, “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Let’s keep this name then.”

Song Fuzhi silently finished two glasses of wine. Suddenly, the waiter brought another glass, pink in color, with a cherry garnish, and placed it in front of Song Fuzhi.

Luo Luli raised an eyebrow.

The waiter smiled and pointed to a guest at a nearby table, saying, “This is from the gentleman over there for you.”

Luo Luli teased, “Oh dear, Professor Song has been hit on.”

Song Fuzhi didn’t even look in that direction and said to the waiter, “Please bring it to him to drink himself.”

“Luo Luli, have you eaten?” Song Fuzhi asked her.

Luo Luli’s plate had long been empty, and she nodded. “I’ve eaten. Ready to go now?”

Song Fuzhi stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

Luo Luli joked softly, “Professor Song is quite ruthless.”

Song Fuzhi never liked the behavior of inviting people to drink randomly in bars. Now that he was married, he disliked it even more.

Both of them called for designated drivers, parting ways at the entrance of the bar.

Back home, Song Fuzhi found the house still in a dark and cold silence.

Although he had lived like this for many years, returning home to face the vast darkness never bothered him. But now, after just two weeks, Song Fuzhi feels a bit unbearable.

Originally, they could have had dinner together at home by now. Still, circumstances prevented that.

Song Fuzhi went to the bathroom with his pajamas, stood in the damp heat, and suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

It was only 10 p.m., but Song Fuzhi was already lying in bed.

In the first few days of Shi Zhang’s business trip, Song Fuzhi still obediently lay on his side, leaving the other half of the bed empty.

After a few days, Song Fuzhi gradually moved towards the center, enjoying the feeling of having the large bed to himself. He could sleep however he wanted.

Lying on his side, facing Shi Zhang, his nose touched the soft pillow, and he could almost smell the lingering fragrance left by Shi Zhang.

It was a light scent of grass mixed with a masculine breath, faintly discernible, occupying Song Fuzhi’s sense of smell.

In the last few days, Song Fuzhi slept directly on Shi Zhang’s side, using his pillow and smelling his scent as he fell asleep.

Song Fuzhi felt that his behavior was reasonable. They had bought the bed for so long, and he had only slept on one side. Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to try the other side.

The expensive mattress was spacious and soft. Song Fuzhi skillfully slid onto Shi Zhang’s side of the bed.

His head wasn’t very clear, but lying on Shi Zhang’s side, Song Fuzhi felt like he was getting more and more intoxicated.

It was as if he was being embraced from behind.

Sunk into the comfortable bedding, Song Fuzhi had no drowsiness at all. On the contrary, his spirit became more and more excited, like a pot of water boiling with small bubbles.