Chapter 210 The Fu Family and the Mo Family Have Grudges

Fu Linghe deliberately moved closer to Yun Zheng, and his hands consciously wrapped around her slender waist. "Isn't that right, Mrs. Fu?"

The man's voice was filled with strong temptation, and the warmth of his palm passed through the thin fabric and touched her skin. Yun Zheng moved uncomfortably.

Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng even tighter, and Yun Zheng was almost completely in his arms.

He took advantage of Yun Zheng's distraction and suddenly reached out and snatched the gold-embossed offer from her hand.

Fu Linghe's fingertips paused slightly when they touched the letters ANT.

His eyes fell on the ANT company logo, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his hand holding Offer tightened.

Yun Zheng noticed Fu Linghe's abnormality and looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

She saw the dark color surging in the man's eyes, like dark clouds gathering before a storm.

Fu Linghe's slender fingers rubbed the gold-plated badge repeatedly, but he did not turn the page.

"Fu Linghe?" Yun Zheng gently touched his arm, feeling his taut muscles.

Fu Linghe seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He looked down at Yun Zheng in his arms, his eyes showing a complicated expression, but he had put away his cynical look and was more serious. "Zheng Zheng, are you sure you want to go?"

"Didn't you just say that you wouldn't stop me from going?" Yun Zheng stared at the invitation letter in Fu Linghe's hand with burning eyes.

She raised her face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tears, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing a hint of grievance. "You just said that five minutes ago, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Fu Linghe gently placed the invitation in his hand on the sofa beside him, supported Yun Zheng's shoulders and asked her to look at him.

"Zheng Zheng, did you know that ANT is a subsidiary of the Mo family in Country A?"

Yun Zheng nodded slightly. The ANT Research Institute was Yun Zheng's dream, and she had naturally done some research on it.

"Well, what's the problem?"

Fu Linghe's voice was low and cold, as if he was suppressing some emotion. "The Mo family and the Fu family have a feud with each other. Although the relationship between the two families has been reconciled over the years, they have only stopped interfering with each other."

"You are my wife now. If Mo Shian knew your identity, I'm worried that he would do something bad to you."

Fu Linghe's eyes were fixed on Yun Zheng, and his voice became slightly tense.

Fu Linghe and Yun Zheng were so high-profile when they announced their relationship that no one was unaware of it.

As soon as Fu Linghe finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yun Zheng could clearly feel the slight tremor coming from his fingertips. The pair of eyes that always had a casual smile on their faces were now as deep as ink, surging with a coldness she had never seen before.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Fu Linghe spoke first, his voice low and restrained, "Zheng Zheng, you know, I don't mean to interfere with your choice."

His thumb gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips warm, but with an undeniable force, "But Mo Shian is too dangerous."

Yun Zheng knew that Fu Linghe was doing this for her own good, but going to ANT had always been her dream.

When she was in school, she worked hard to participate in various competitions and enrich her resume just to be able to enter ANT. Now that she finally got the admission ticket, she just gave up.

Yun Zheng felt a little unwilling, but... Fu Linghe's worries were not unreasonable.

"Let me think about it again." Yun Zheng lowered her eyelids silently, burying her emotions deep in her heart.

Fu Linghe nodded and held her tightly in his arms.

Although he was not very clear about the grudges between previous generations, the grudges between the Fu family and the Mo family would not be easily resolved.

"Take your time to think about it and make a decision once you've made up your mind. No matter what decision you make, I will support you unconditionally."

Fu Linghe's words were not just to coax Yun Zheng. Even if she really wanted to go to ANT company, he would do his best to protect her.

Fu Linghe's fingertips gently stroked Yun Zheng's furrowed brows.

He sighed, suddenly bent down and picked her up sideways.

"Ah!" Yun Zheng exclaimed, instinctively throwing her arms around his neck. "Fu Linghe, what are you doing?"

"Take my wife Fu out for some relaxation." His usual cynical smile played on his lips, but his eyes were serious. "If you keep staying cooped up in the house like this, I'm afraid you'll get tangled up in a ball of yarn."

Yun Zheng wanted to retort, but he carried her across the living room, pushed open the French window, and walked into the back garden.

A breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers blew towards her, and she subconsciously took a deep breath.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself." Yun Zheng protested softly, her cheeks slightly red.

Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow, not only did he not let go, but he held her even tighter. "No, I know you can walk on your own, but I can't bear to let go!"

Yun Zheng was about to retort, but was shocked by the scene before her.

The originally exquisite garden is now decorated like a fairyland, with star-like lights wrapped around the rose arch.

The cobblestone path is lined with tulips of various colors, and there is a pure white grand piano in the pavilion in the distance.

"This is..." She blinked, forgetting to struggle for a moment.

"It's been a while, but you haven't been to the garden much recently." Fu Linghe finally put her down, but still held her hand tightly. "It seems that it came in handy ahead of time."

Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

She knew that Fu Linghe was always generous, but such thoughtful arrangements still made her heart warm.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the rose vines, casting dappled light and shadow on his chiseled profile and outlining the corners of his slightly pursed lips.

"Stop frowning." He suddenly reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between her brows. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning, Mrs. Fu."

Fu Linghe hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Zhengzheng, I know what ANT means to you."

Yun Zheng's body stiffened.

"You participated in an international design competition during your junior year. You stayed up all month, sleeping only three hours a night."

He placed his palm on the back of her hand, his fingertips gently caressing her soft, delicate little hand. "You didn't participate in those competitions for the prize money. You participated so you could get a job at ANT, right?"

Yun Zheng listened to the man's words quietly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

It was precisely because Fu Linghe was right that she was so hesitant.

"What do you want to hear?" Fu Linghe released his arms from around Yun Zheng and walked towards the grand piano in the pavilion.

Since your wife is in a bad mood, the best thing you should do as a man is to divert her attention and make her feel better!

Yun Zheng was stunned, watching him sit down on the piano stool. Fu Linghe's fingertips hovered above the distinct black and white keys, like the fleeting reflection of a white crane skimming across the water.

Yun Zheng saw that the wedding ring on his left ring finger reflected slightly with this movement, and the cold luster of the metal fit perfectly with his fingertips.

"Can you play the piano?" Yun Zheng widened her eyes slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt.

Fu Linghe raised the corners of his lips in a subtle arc, and his slender fingers casually rested on the piano keys. "Mrs. Fu doesn't seem to know her husband well enough." Before he finished speaking, a few clear notes jumped out from his fingertips, dancing lightly in the air where the morning dew had not yet dried.

Yun Zheng turned and walked toward the white swing set deep in the garden. The morning breeze blew, and her skirt flitted across the dew-soaked grass like a butterfly's wings, catching tiny glints of light in the sunlight. Newly sprouted vines entwined the swing frame, dotted with tiny blue-purple flowers like scattered stars.

She sat down gently, letting the swing sway. The wind lifted her figure and then gently caught her, like a feather rising and falling in the morning light.

"How about "Wedding in a Dream"?" Fu Linghe didn't wait for an answer, his fingertips were already flowing across the black and white keys.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on his slender fingers, and the light spots danced gently with the melody.

His profile appeared particularly profound in the interweaving of light and shadow, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids.

Sometimes his brows were slightly furrowed, sometimes his eyes were lightly closed, and his whole body seemed to have become a part of the melody.

Yun Zheng's swing gradually stopped.

She looked at the figure immersed in the music, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her lips.

The wind brought the fragrance of wisteria flowers, mixed with the clear sound of the piano, creating ripples in her heart.

Yun Zheng's movements slowly stopped, and she had the answer in her heart.