Chapter 168 Yun Zheng was blocked by President Fu!

Yun Zheng's foot injury has not yet fully healed, and Fu Linghe has been working from home in recent days.

The copper pendulum of the sandalwood clock swayed rhythmically. Yun Zheng curled up on the chaise longue by the window, bored, poking the peeled lychees in the crystal bowl with a silver fork.

It's winter now, so lychees are certainly not in season. Yun Zheng didn't know where Fu Linghe got them from.

Anyway, it’s big, plump, and super sweet!

The sound of Fu Linghe holding a video conference in the study could be heard faintly, interspersed with occasional English professional terms, like a string of elusive notes.

"Mr. Fu, regarding the bidding proposal for the new port..." Yun Zheng pricked up her ears and eavesdropped on half of the sentence, then buried herself in the pile of soft pillows in frustration.

She suddenly remembered something, hopped to the study door on one foot, leaned over the door frame and stuck half of her head out to look inside.

In the cold light of the screen, Fu Linghe's profile was sharp, but the moment he caught a glimpse of her, the ice and snow melted away.

He gestured to the camera to pause, his trousers gathering elegantly at his knees as he turned. "Want some mango sago?"

"No way!" Yun Zheng shook her phone. "You're logged into WeChat on your computer, right? Take me off the blacklist now!"

Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow and looked at the bright red exclamation mark on the chat interface - the result of her accidentally sending a cat emoticon to her female partner while playing with his phone this morning.

The afternoon sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was suddenly blocked, and Yun Zheng was trapped between the sandalwood bookshelf and his arm.

"You have to be sincere when asking for help." His fingertips casually twisted the laces of her nightgown. "For example..."

"Fu Linghe, are you born in the year of the dog?" Yun Zheng blushed as she pushed away the man who suddenly bit her earlobe, but he picked her up and put her on the desk.

Suddenly, a stifled laugh came from the computer, and Yun Zheng realized that the video conference was not turned off at all. More than a dozen executives were staring at each other.

Later, Fu Linghe always had lychee candies in his suit pocket because Yun Zheng angrily said she would decay all his teeth.

At this moment, he was processing documents with a candy in his mouth, watching his young wife folding a rabbit with rice paper, with her hair hanging down like a focused kitten.

"Mr. Fu, the meeting with Lin at three o'clock..."

"Put it aside." He suddenly closed his notebook and, under the astonished gaze of his assistant, walked towards Yun Zheng, who was struggling with the ball of yarn. "Let me teach you a game."

He unfolded his treasured sheepskin map and traced his fingertips over Florence, the place they had taken on their honeymoon. "Close your eyes and point to that place. We'll go there when you can run away."

Yun Zheng's fingertips finally stopped at the Bolivian Sky Mirror. Fu Linghe suddenly bit her pink fingertips and said, "You need a deposit."

"How do you collect the deposit?" Yun Zheng pulled her fingers back from his mouth as if she had been electrocuted.

Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng with a half-smile, his eyebrows slightly raised, "What do you think is a reasonable way to collect it?"

Yun Zheng's face flushed crimson instantly, the warmth of his lips still lingering on her fingers. She subconsciously hid her hands behind her back and glared at him, her voice soft and tinged with a hint of rebuke: "Fu Linghe, you... you shouldn't go too far!"

Fu Linghe chuckled, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He leaned over slightly, supporting her with his hands on her sides, holding her in his arms, his voice low and gentle, "Too much? Why do I feel like this isn't enough?"

Yun Zheng's heart beat faster and her ears felt hot because of his sudden approach.

She subconsciously shrank back, but found herself trapped between the desk and his chest, with nowhere to escape.

She bit her lower lip and tried to hide her panic with a fierce tone, "Don't mess around, my foot isn't healed yet!"

"Is your foot not healed yet?" Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow, his eyes falling on her slightly red earlobe, and his tone was a bit teasing, "Then who was that person who just hopped to the study door on one foot?"

"I..." Yun Zheng was speechless for a moment, and her cheeks turned even redder.

Fu Linghe felt a tenderness in his heart when he saw her like this.

He reached out and gently pinched her cheek, his tone doting: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. But I still have to collect the deposit."

Before Yun Zheng could react, his lips had already landed gently on her forehead, warm and gentle, like a feather brushing against her forehead.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her whole body froze in place, even her breathing becoming cautious.

"This is the deposit." Fu Linghe took a step back with a satisfied smile on his face. "Once your foot is healed, we'll go to Bolivia."

Yun Zheng stared at him blankly, the blush on her cheeks still not fading.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only lower her head and muttered softly, "Who wants to go with you..."

Fu Linghe chuckled, reached out and ruffled her hair, and said gently, "It's okay if you don't go, then we can go to another place. Anyway, wherever you go, I'll go there."

Yun Zheng raised her head and met his deep eyes, and suddenly a warm feeling surged in her heart.

In the study, sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lengthening the figures of the two people.

Yun Zheng lowered her head and fiddled with the sheepskin map on the table. Her fingertips gently ran across the unfamiliar place names, but her heart was full of anticipation.

Outside the window, the winter wind gently blew, picking up a few fallen leaves. Inside the study, it was as warm as spring, as if even time had become gentle and lingering.

As dusk fell, Yun Zheng fell asleep with her head resting on his legs, her eyelashes casting butterfly-like shadows under her eyes.

Fu Linghe gently stroked the bandage on her ankle, with mixed emotions.

The sweet scent of tuberose from the courtyard seeped in quietly, mixing with the faint scent of orange blossom in her hair.

He suddenly remembered something and took out his cell phone to take a picture of her sleeping face.

Posted on WeChat Moments with the caption: "Excuse me, how do I plant a moon in the yard?"

Chen Lanshu immediately commented: "You little brat! Zheng Zheng's injured foot can't catch a cold!"

Mrs. Fu replied to Shen Lanshu, "Young people should be sensible and wait for the birth of their great-grandchildren."

Yun Zheng grabbed his shirt to wipe her saliva in a daze. Mr. Fu was successfully caught with a black carp again.

The night deepened in the sandalwood smoke emanating from the celadon incense burner, and the weight on Fu Linghe's knees suddenly lightened.

Yun Zheng was drowsy and wanted to turn over, but he wrapped her in a blanket like a silkworm. "If you move again, your lychee candy will be reduced by half tomorrow."

She woke up instantly and raised her foot to kick him, but he grabbed her ankle and the bow at the end of the bandage was ripped off.

"Looks like you've recovered well." Fu Linghe's thumb rubbed over her protruding ankle. He suddenly took out a gilded bell from the drawer and tied it on. "This way, I can hear you wherever you jump."

When the cell phone vibrated, breaking through the lychee fragrance in the room, Fu Linghe's lips were just two centimeters above her collarbone.

Yun Zheng caught a glimpse of the three words "Cen Lian" on the caller ID. She raised her foot to hook the phone but he grabbed her waist, and the bell made a clear sound in the night.

"Mrs. Fu wants to answer a call from a strange man in front of her husband?"

He deliberately misinterpreted it, grinding his teeth against the red marks left from last night.

Yun Zheng pinched his earlobe and said angrily, "It's An An!"

The bell rang stubbornly until the seventh time, and Fu Linghe finally let go and took out the sandalwood hairpin from her hair.

The moment her black hair fell like a waterfall, Yun Zheng had already retreated to the bay window to answer the phone, her bare feet stepping on the Persian carpet he had laid out this morning.

"Zheng Zheng! Guess where I am?" Cen Li'an's energetic voice mingled with the sound of the waves. "There's a new clifftop restaurant in Phuket, and the resident singer has eyelashes longer than your farmhand!"

She didn't know that Fu Linghe heard the last half of the sentence clearly, and the man raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yun Zheng watched the shadow projected on the glass window get closer and closer, and hurriedly changed the subject, "That star projector you mentioned last time..."

Before she could finish her words, warm lips suddenly touched the back of her neck. Fu Linghe wrapped the gilded bell around the charging cable, looping it around her wrist. "The signal is bad, can I hold it for you, Madam?"

Cen Lian suddenly lowered his voice, "Wait! Why is there a bell ringing over there? Could it be..."

The expression on his face was so mean, you could tell there was something in his mind that he shouldn't have!

Yun Zheng didn't have time to answer her. She raised her foot and kicked the calf of the person behind her, but his leg was caught between her knees.

Fu Linghe held a lychee candy in his mouth and leaned close to the microphone. The soft sound of the candy colliding with his teeth was clearly audible. "Ms. Cen, it's time to change my wife's dressing."

"Change the dressing?"

"What medicine should I change..."

Before Cen Lian'an finished speaking, Fu Linghe had already hung up the phone.

Cen Lian'an has been traveling abroad recently and due to the time difference, he rarely contacts Yun Zheng. In addition, Yun Zheng didn't want to make her worry, so she didn't tell her about her foot injury.

Of course she didn't know!

After the call ended, Yun Zheng bit his Adam's apple angrily, "Who told you to hang up? You childish bastard!"

But he pinched the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, and the sweetness of orange blossom and lychee spread between her lips and teeth.