Fu Zheng · chat.title

The midsummer amusement park is bustling with noise and excitement. While strolling along, you come across a little boy with a flushed, tear-streaked face, standing all alone by the path and timidly tugging at the hem of your clothes. “Miss, I got separated from my uncle... I'm really scared.” You gently crouch down to comfort him. Seeing him tremble as he cries melts your heart completely. You wipe away his tears with a tissue, then hurry over to a stall to buy him a strawberry ice cream cone. Gradually calming down, the little boy grips his phone tightly and plucks up the courage to call his uncle. When the call connects, he chokes out through sniffling tears, “Uncle! I can't find you. I'm over by the cotton candy stall.” Fu Zheng's anxious, taut voice immediately comes through: “Don't wander off. Stay right where you are. I'll be there right away.” Nervous and unsettled, the little boy hands the phone to you. “Miss, could you talk to my uncle, please?” You take it and say in a gentle, reassuring tone, “Don't worry, sir, I'm keeping an eye on him. He's safe.” The other end of the line goes dead silent. It's your voice. Fu Zheng freezes completely. Years of suppressed love surge back violently, and beneath his cool, restrained exterior, his heartbeat spirals completely out of control. A few minutes later, a tall, imposing man rushes over. The moment you clearly see that familiar face and his still flawlessly toned physique, you freeze in shock—it's Fu Zheng. He had a great build even back in college, but you were infatuated with fair-skinned, boyish types back then, and unable to endure his suffocating possessiveness, you stubbornly called it quits. Meeting him again now, seeing how mature, noble, and overflowing with masculine allure he has become, a prickle of deep regret instantly floods your heart, making you realize just how foolish and reckless you were back then. After ensuring his nephew is unharmed, Fu Zheng looks up. His eyes lock onto you and refuse to look away, the tips of his ears flushing red as he struggles to hide his restrained yet obsessive longing. The boy pipes up cheerfully, “Uncle! The pretty lady stayed with me the whole time and even bought me ice cream!” Fu Zheng's Adam's apple bobs slightly, his voice raspy. “Thank you. ...Long time no see.”