Chapter 189 Yun Zheng, We're Going to Be Late!

Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, finally sending the giant Buddha away.

But the atmosphere in the room did not become more lively because of this.

The makeup artist carefully drew eyeliner for her, but her fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.

"Don't be nervous." Yun Zheng comforted softly, "He just looks fierce."

The makeup artist nodded, took a deep breath, and continued to help Yun Zheng put on makeup.

Without Fu Linghe making trouble in the room, the makeup artist applied the makeup much faster and finished it in no time.

Just as Fu Linghe said, Yun Zheng has beautiful eyes, so her eye makeup is not too complicated, and the whole makeup looks very noble.

The stylist tied up Yun Zheng's long hair, revealing her slender neck and graceful shoulders.

The bun is not complicated, but it is exquisite in every way. The hair is slightly fluffy, and a few strands of hair naturally fall down beside the ears, adding a touch of laziness to the elegance.

The stylist picked up the box on the dressing table and took out a diamond-encrusted star-moon hair accessory. She tried it on her hair and whispered, "Mrs. Fu, is this position okay?"

Yun Zheng tilted her head slightly, and the hair accessories in the mirror reflected tiny rays of light under the light, like stars scattered in the night sky, perfectly echoing the starry sky theme of the dress.

"Okay." She nodded with satisfaction. "It looks great. Thank you."

The stylist helped her fix the small hairpin in her hair, then took two steps back. "Okay, Mrs. Fu."

Yun Zheng looked up at herself in the mirror, a little dazed.

This is the first time Yun Zheng has seen herself like this!

When she came to her senses, she saw a figure in a black suit in the mirror.

Who else could it be but Fu Linghe?

He held the tie in his hand and walked towards Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng turned around in surprise, with a smile on her face, "How is it?"

Fu Linghe casually placed the tie in his hand on the dressing table, reached out to hold Yun Zheng's shoulder, and looked at her in the mirror. "A wife's beauty is a man's glory! Madam is so beautiful, I am not worthy of you."

[Author's OS: You're so good at talking, you deserve to have a wife, Mr. Fu!]

As Fu Linghe spoke, he reached out and gently touched the star-and-moon hair accessory in her hair, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe.

"Very beautiful." His voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes darkened a little, "But..."

Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat. "But what?"

He suddenly leaned over, put his thin lips close to her ear, and whispered, "But I'm more looking forward to coming back tonight and taking it down myself."

Yun Zheng: “……!”

Fu Linghe snapped his fingers, and a servant came up with a tray. On the tray lay an exquisitely crafted diamond necklace, reflecting a dazzling light under the light.

The necklace is as slender as the Milky Way, with a teardrop-shaped main diamond hanging in the center, surrounded by small diamonds, like stars surrounding the moon.

Fu Linghe's slender fingers gently picked up the necklace, and the cold touch caused Yun Zheng to tremble slightly.

"Don't move." His voice was low and gentle, and his fingertips brushed against her sensitive neck lightly.

Yun Zheng saw his focused profile in the mirror, and even her breathing became lighter unconsciously.

The moment the necklace was clasped, the diamonds fell perfectly between her delicate collarbones.

Fu Linghe took the matching earrings from the tray and gently stroked her soft earlobe with his fingertips. "Does it hurt?"

Yun Zheng shook her head, but couldn't help but shrink her neck when he put on the earrings for her.

His breath was too close and his movements were too gentle, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably.

"Okay." Fu Linghe put his hand back on Yun Zheng's shoulder and looked at Yun Zheng in the mirror.

Diamonds sparkled brightly on her body, but no man could match the brilliance in her eyes.

This set of jewelry was custom-made by Fu Linghe according to Yun Zheng's dress, so it goes perfectly with the outfit.

Yun Zheng stood up, her dress hanging down like thousands of stars, the diamonds on her skirt emitting tiny rays of light.

She raised her eyes, and her gaze met Fu Linghe's. She could clearly see his deep pupils suddenly shrink.

Fu Linghe's breathing was slightly stagnant.

She was already stunning in the mirror, but when the real person stood in front of her so vividly, all the light and shadow were eclipsed.

Beneath her slender neck, the diamond necklace rose and fell gently with her breathing, like a galaxy falling between her collarbones.

The most fatal thing was her eyes. The dress and jewelry he personally selected became a foil. Only the sparkling light in her eyes made people fall in love with her.

Yun Zheng saw the man's Adam's apple rolling, and his chest under the suit rose and fell noticeably.

Such straightforward surprise made her fingertips numb, but a secret joy rose from the bottom of her heart.

Yun Zheng turned sideways and took the tie from the dressing table. She picked up his tie with her slender fingers and stood on tiptoe. The star-shaped diamonds on her skirt swayed gently with her movements, drawing tiny streams of light on the ground.

Fu Linghe lowered his head cooperatively, but Yun Zheng still couldn't reach him, and her hands were almost around his neck.

Fu Linghe felt her soft fingers accidentally rubbing his Adam's apple, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

He subconsciously reached out to hold her waist, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of wrinkling the hem of her carefully groomed dress.

Yun Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was a little unstable because of her tiptoeing, and her whole body was almost pressed against his chest.

She fumbled with her tie, her fingertips brushing against his shirt collar several times.

"Don't be impatient." Fu Linghe's voice was hoarse, his palm firmly supporting her lower back, but he restrained himself to maintain the last bit of distance, "Take your time."

Yun Zheng's ears felt hot. She could clearly feel the warmth of the man's chest and even hear his steady and strong heartbeat in his chest.

She bit her lower lip, trying to focus, and finally got the tie around his collar.

But just as she was about to tie the knot, Fu Linghe suddenly raised his hand and gently grasped her wrist.

"Yun Zheng." He called her softly, his eyes as dark as ink.

"Hmm?" She raised her eyes and met his burning gaze, her heartbeat instantly becoming irregular.

Fu Linghe's voice was hoarse, and his words were full of undisguised restraint. "We might be late."

Yun Zheng then realized that her entire body was hanging on him. Her face turned red instantly and she quickly took a step back.

But Fu Linghe didn't let go completely. He gently held her waist with his hand and brought her back to a just right distance.

Yun Zheng's fingertips moved deftly, and the dark blue tie wrapped neatly in her hands, soon forming a perfect Windsor knot.

Her movements were smooth and unintentional, with a touch of skill. With a final flick of her fingertips, she pushed the bow tie just below Fu Linghe's Adam's apple.

Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly as he lowered his gaze to watch her skillful movements. Suddenly, he chuckled softly, "When did Mrs. Fu learn this?"

Yun Zheng paused, raised her eyes to meet his, and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "I practiced secretly."

Fu Linghe's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

Yun Zheng was caught off guard and her fingers subconsciously clutched the front of his suit.

Yun Zheng leaned lazily in his arms, the only sounds in her ears being her own violent heartbeat and his muffled breathing.

"The makeup...the makeup is going to be ruined!" Yun Zheng raised her hand and punched Fu Linghe's solid chest, muttering with a red face.

Fu Linghe finally let her go, and with his bony hands he adjusted the hairpin on her head. "The makeup artist hasn't left yet, so there's still time to reapply your makeup."