Chapter 14: Warm-hearted Mr. Fu and confused her!

Back in the room, Yun Zheng leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

She reached out and gently patted her hot cheeks. After calming down, she stood up and walked towards the cloakroom.

Yun Zheng picked out a set of comfortable pajamas in the pajamas area and went to the bathroom.

She lay in the bathtub, but what happened today involuntarily emerged in her mind.

So many things happened today that each one is hard to accept.

First, she got married to Fu Linghe for no apparent reason, then she married Zhou Yushen in exchange for a wife, and later she had a falling out with the Yun family.

Thinking of this series of events, Yun Zheng felt mixed emotions.

There was an element of impulse in her quick marriage with Fu Linghe, and it was expected that Zhou Yushen would come to cancel the engagement, but after all, Yun Zheng did not really have no feelings at all after so many years of affection.

As for the Yun family, she really didn't expect them to be so ruthless as to ask her for 500 million in child support.

As she thought about it, Yun Zheng's eyes gradually became moist, and tears slid down uncontrollably, mixing with the water in the bathtub.

I don’t know how long Yun Zheng soaked in the bathroom before she came out of the bathtub.

She simply wiped the water off her body, put on her pajamas and went out. She was too lazy to blow-dry her hair and just wrapped it with a hair dryer cap.

She had just sat down on the bed and hadn't even had time to turn on her cell phone when there was a crisp knock on the door.

Yun Zheng had no choice but to put down her phone and walk over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Fu Linghe standing at the door with a glass of milk. "I heated a cup of milk for you, drink it before you go to sleep."

Yun Zheng was slightly stunned when she looked at Fu Linghe. She had the habit of drinking milk before going to bed, and sometimes she couldn't sleep at night without drinking it.

She had thought about this problem just now in the bathroom.

Yun Zheng was still thinking about going to the refrigerator downstairs to see if there was any milk after taking a shower, but she didn't expect Fu Linghe to bring it to her first.

She was really spoiled by the Yun family. Not only did she have the habit of drinking milk before going to bed, she was also very particular about her bed.

If she didn't drink this glass of milk tonight, she would probably have to stay awake until dawn.

Yun Zheng quickly reached out and took the milk from the man's hand, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Fu Linghe replied in a deep voice, but his gaze fell on Yun Zheng's red eyes, and his heart felt like it was being pulled by an invisible big hand.

He knew why Yun Zheng was sad, so he didn't open her scars again.

"Didn't you find a hair dryer? Why don't you blow-dry your hair?" Fu Linghe glanced at the hair dryer cap on her head and asked with a frown.

Yun Zheng reached out and touched the hair dryer cap on her head a little unnaturally, and said softly, "No, I'm just a little tired today and don't want to do it anymore."

She was so upset by the series of things happening today that she had no time to pay attention to these small details.

"How can I do that?" Fu Linghe frowned, his tone still holding a hint of unwillingness to refuse. "You'll get a headache if you go to bed with your hair wet. Drink some milk first, and I'll get you a hair dryer."

Yun Zheng didn't know what kind of magic potion the man had drugged her into. She held the milk and obediently moved aside to make way for him.

Fu Linghe walked quickly towards the bathroom.

Yun Zheng looked at the man's departing back and was stunned for a few seconds before she sat on the king-size bed with the milk in her hand.

After a while, Fu Linghe came back with a hair dryer. He walked to the socket next to the dressing table and plugged it in before waving to Yun Zheng, "Come and sit here. I'll help you blow dry your hair."

Yun Zheng's eyes widened, and she stood there hesitantly. "No need, I can do it myself."

She and Fu Linghe were just strangers who had just gotten married in a flash, and such intimate actions made her feel very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yan had helped her blow-dry her hair a few times when she was at the Yun family, but she usually did it herself.

Seeing that he hadn't responded yet, Fu Linghe stood up and walked over to her, gently pulling her arm towards the dressing table. "Be good, blow dry it before going to bed, it will be more comfortable."

His voice was low and gentle, with an irresistible power.

Yun Zheng had no choice but to sit down, her body slightly tense.

Fu Linghe stood behind her, turned on the hair dryer, tested the temperature on his hand, and began to gently blow her hair.

His movements were gentle, his fingers weaving through her hair, careful not to pull it.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the hum of the hairdryer.

Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe in the mirror who was carefully blowing her hair, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

She never thought that Fu Linghe would break into her life in this way and give her the care she had never received when she was most vulnerable.

After drying her hair, Fu Linghe turned off the hair dryer. His fingers carelessly slid across Yun Zheng's cheek, gently tidied up the loose hair on her forehead, and whispered, "Alright."

After saying that, he picked up the hair dryer and turned around to put it back to its previous position.

Yun Zheng sat alone in front of the dressing table, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, her thoughts unable to clear for a long time.

Fu Linghe put away the hair dryer and walked back to Yun Zheng. Seeing that she was still looking at the mirror in a daze, he said softly, "You've been tired all day. Go to bed early."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the empty milk cup still in Yun Zheng's hand. He naturally reached out to take it, and his fingers inadvertently touched Yun Zheng's hand.

He paused slightly, then quickly regained his composure, turned around and walked towards the small coffee table at the door with the cup.

After putting down the cup, Fu Linghe walked back to the bed, picked up the thin blanket on the chair beside the bed, gently unfolded it, and covered Yun Zheng's legs with it.

"Don't catch a cold when you sleep at night." He whispered, his eyes full of tenderness.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the switch at the door. He tilted his head slightly, looked at Yun Zheng, and asked patiently, "Do you want me to turn off the light for you?"

Yun Zheng finally came to her senses. She shook her head in a panic, "No need. I can do it myself."

There was still a hint of trance in her voice.

Fu Linghe raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, "Okay, call me if you need anything, I'm in the next room."

After saying that, he looked at Yun Zheng deeply, then turned around and slowly walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped again and looked back at Yun Zheng. Seeing that she was still sitting in front of the dressing table in the same position as before, he reminded her again, "Go to sleep quickly and don't think too much."

Then he gently closed the door.

Yun Zheng listened to the sound of the door closing and her body relaxed slightly.

Her eyes fell on the thin blanket on her legs, and her fingers gently stroked the patterns on the blanket, with mixed feelings in her heart.

She always felt that Fu Linghe's kindness to her was unreal. She couldn't explain why, but it was just weird.

After a while, Yun Zheng stood up, walked to the bed, and slowly lay down.

She pulled the quilt over herself, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, but her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to every moment she spent with Fu Linghe, from their first meeting in the bar to everything he had done for her today.

Amidst these chaotic thoughts, she gradually fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Yun Zheng seemed to hear a slight sound of a door opening in her sleep. She wanted to open her eyes in a daze, but her eyelids felt unusually heavy.

Yun Zheng only vaguely saw a figure quietly walk into the room, come to the bedside, seem to help her tuck in the quilt, and then stand by the bed for a while before turning around and leaving, gently closing the door again...