Chapter 157 I'm nice to you purely because you are Yun Zheng!

Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng in his arms and walked steadily back to the bedroom.

Yun Zheng pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, even the pain in her ankle seemed to ease a little.

Entering the bedroom, Fu Linghe gently placed her on the soft bed. His movements were so gentle that Yun Zheng seemed like a fragile porcelain doll.

Yun Zheng was just about to say that she was fine, but she saw that he was already half-kneeling in front of her, his slender fingers gently grasping her ankle and examining it carefully.

"Don't move, let me see." His voice was low and gentle, with a firmness that could not be refused.

Yun Zheng's ankle skin was as white as jade, but at this moment it was slightly red and swollen due to the sprain, which looked particularly glaring.

Fu Linghe frowned slightly, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

He gently pressed her ankle and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Yun Zheng bit her lip, resisting the urge to pull her foot back, and whispered, "A little bit..."

Fu Linghe's brows were slightly furrowed. He stood up, took out the medicated oil from the cabinet beside him, and half-knelt in front of her again.

He poured some medicated oil into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then gently applied it to her ankle.

His palms were warm and strong, but his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting her.

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little." He whispered, with a soothing tone in his voice.

Yun Zheng nodded, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bed sheet.

The warmth of the medicated oil gradually penetrated her skin, and Fu Linghe's fingertips began to gently massage her ankles.

The initial pain made her cry out softly, "Hiss...it hurts..."

When Fu Linghe heard her voice, he immediately slowed down his movements.

He looked up at her, his eyes full of concern, "I'll be gentle, just bear with it, it will heal faster if you rub it open."

Yun Zheng looked at his focused expression, nodded, and tried hard to endure the pain and not make any sound.

Fu Linghe's movements were gentler, his fingertips slowly circling her ankle with just the right amount of force.

Whenever he felt her body tense slightly, he would stop, lower his head and blow gently on her. The warm breath brushed across her skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of heartache in his voice.

Yun Zheng shook her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, "Much better..."

Upon hearing this, Fu Linghe's nervous expression eased a lot and he continued to massage her gently.

Yun Zheng lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes again, but she could feel his fingertips still gently massaging her ankles with an indescribable care.

After a while, Fu Linghe finally stopped.

He gently put her feet down, looked up at her, his eyes, his face a little heavy but his tone still gentle, "Okay, don't move around today, have a good rest."

Fu Linghe stood up and put the medicinal oil back into the cabinet before walking towards him again. He sat down beside her and ruffled her hair with a gentle and doting gesture. "Okay, you take a rest first. I'll have someone prepare lunch."

After Fu Linghe left the room, Yun Zheng leaned on the soft pillow, her eyes unconsciously following his back until the door closed gently.

She looked down at her ankle. The redness and swelling had subsided a little, but the warmth of the medicated oil still remained, as if his fingertips were still gently massaging it.

She reached out and touched his ankle, which still retained his warmth, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

Fu Linghe was really good to her, and Yun Zheng could feel it.

But she always felt it was unreal.

Maybe it was because of the picture of his back in his phone, Yun Zheng always felt that he was being nice to others through her.

Yun Zheng knew that she had fallen under Fu Linghe's gentle offensive, but she did not dare to completely give her frozen heart to him.

That photo was like a thorn that had pierced deeply into Yun Zheng's heart and could not be pulled out no matter what.

While Yun Zheng was stunned, Fu Linghe had already returned, followed by several waiters pushing food carts.

Fu Linghe asked the waiter to put the dishes on the dining cart and then let them leave.

He walked towards Yun Zheng. Yun Zheng looked a little unnatural, her eyes slightly evasive, and she seemed a little absent-minded.

Fu Linghe keenly noticed her abnormality, frowned slightly, walked over to sit beside her, and whispered, "What's wrong? Is your foot still hurting?"

His voice was still gentle, with a hint of concern.

Yun Zheng felt a little blocked in her heart, as if her throat was choked by something, and she couldn't speak for a while.

Since she didn't say anything, Fu Linghe just took it as her agreement.

He bent down and carried Yun Zheng from the bed to the sofa and put her down. "You eat first. I'll find an ice pack for you."

Before Yun Zheng could say anything, Fu Linghe stood up and walked quickly towards the door.

Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe's hurriedly leaving back, and her heart ached.

She knew she shouldn't have such wild thoughts, but the photo and Fu Linghe's tenderness intertwined together made her unable to calm down.

She looked down at the food on the table. It smelled delicious, but she had no appetite at all.

Not long after, Fu Linghe returned with an ice pack. He walked over to Yun Zheng, squatted down, and carefully placed the ice pack on her ankle.

The cold touch made Yun Zheng shrink her feet. Fu Linghe immediately grabbed her ankle and whispered soothingly, "Don't move. It will feel much better after a while."

His movements were still gentle, and his eyes were focused and serious.

Yun Zheng looked at him, the unspeakable emotion in her heart becoming stronger. She bit her lip and finally couldn't help but say, "Fu Linghe, you... why are you so nice to me?"

Fu Linghe paused for a moment, then looked up at her with a mixture of confusion and tenderness in his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

Yun Zheng lowered her head, her fingers tightly clenching the corner of her clothes, her voice trembling. "I just feel... you're too good to me, so good that it feels unreal. I... I don't know if you're doing this for me, or for... someone else."

Fu Linghe frowned slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying.

He put down the ice pack, sat down next to her, reached out and gently held her hand, his voice low and firm, "Yun Zheng, look at me."

Yun Zheng hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him.

Fu Linghe's eyes were deep and sincere, as if he could see through all her thoughts.

"I'm only treating you well because you're Yun Zheng!" His voice was gentle yet powerful, with an undeniable determination. "I don't know if you saw something or if someone else told you something, but I'm only treating you well because you're Yun Zheng, my wife. There's no other reason."

Yun Zheng's heart suddenly trembled and her eyes became slightly hot.

Fu Linghe sighed softly, reached out and touched her cheek, and gently wiped away the tears that had just appeared in the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. His movements were gentle, for fear of breaking her heart.