Chapter 219 Don’t Drive a Sports Car When Going Out at Night

The sensor lights in the garage gradually lit up with the sound of their footsteps.

Fu Linghe tapped his fingertips lightly on the control panel, and the innermost lift slowly lowered, revealing the matte black Cullinan.

"Don't drive a sports car when going out at night." Yun Zheng looked at the business car that Fu Linghe rarely drove on weekdays with curiosity.

Fu Linghe opened the passenger door for her, a faint smile on his face, "Sports cars are too ostentatious."

He leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, his warm breath brushing her ears. "And...it's not spacious enough."

Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she pretended not to understand his hidden meaning and turned to look out the window.

Cullinan slid silently out of the villa area and merged into the midnight city traffic.

Fu Linghe held the steering wheel with one hand and kept holding her hand with the other, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand from time to time.

"Where are we going?" Yun Zheng asked as she watched the street scenes passing by outside the window.

Fu Linghe raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at her sideways, and then said, "Let's go see the night view of Country A, and take the little greedy cat to eat some local snacks."

Yun Zheng's eyes lit up, and then she looked at Fu Linghe suspiciously, "Are you sure? Doesn't Mr. Fu hate crowded places the most?"

"So you have to stay with me." Fu Linghe squeezed her hand, his tone half joking and half serious, "It's hard to find it if you lose it."

Twenty minutes later, Cullinan stopped in a dedicated parking lot near the snack street.

Even though it was almost one in the morning, the place was still bustling with people, and the neon lights of various signs made the night sky as bright as day.

After getting out of the car, Fu Linghe immediately walked around to Yun Zheng and put his arms around her waist the moment she stepped out of the car.

"Don't run around." He whispered a warning in her ear, but he couldn't hide the doting in his tone.

Fu Linghe sighed, but still took her hand and walked towards the crowd.

His tall and straight figure was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, and coupled with his extremely handsome face, he quickly attracted a lot of attention.

Yun Zheng noticed the gazes of the women around her, and unconsciously moved closer to Fu Linghe, her fingers quietly slipping into the pockets of his windbreaker.

"Are you jealous?" Fu Linghe lowered his head and chuckled in her ear, his warm breath making her ears itch.

Yun Zheng snorted and turned her face away. "Who's jealous? Mr. Fu loves to be looked at by anyone."

Fu Linghe's eyes darkened and he suddenly pulled her into a relatively quiet alley nearby.

He leaned his back against the brick wall, held her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply in the shadows where the neon lights couldn't reach.

Yun Zheng was caught off guard and could only cling to his shoulders to endure this possessive kiss.

"Now you know who's jealous?" He whispered against her lips, his thumb gently grazing her slightly swollen lips.

"Are you full?" Seeing Yun Zheng finally slow down, Fu Linghe handed her a wet wipe with a smile in his tone.

Yun Zheng nodded contentedly, suddenly realizing that Fu Linghe had barely touched the food. "Why aren't you eating?"

"Watching you eat is enough." He said it lightly, but it warmed Yun Zheng's heart.

On the way back to the parking lot, Yun Zheng suddenly stopped. Her eyes were drawn to the Ferris wheel in the distance, gleaming with colorful lights. The giant wheel slowly turned in the night sky, like a dazzling halo.

"Want to go?" Fu Linghe followed her gaze, without any surprise in his tone, as if he had already expected this scene.

Yun Zheng hesitated for a moment, "It's so late..."

"It's up to you whether you want to or not." Fu Linghe had already taken out her phone and sent a message. "There's nothing your husband can't do."

Ten minutes later, they stood at the foot of the Ferris wheel. Yun Zheng looked up at the giant object, the night breeze ruffling her hair.

Fu Linghe hugged her from behind and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Are you cold?" he asked in a low voice, pulling her scarf tighter around her.

Yun Zheng shook her head, but still snuggled into his arms.

The VIP channel was empty, so they went straight to the top-floor box.

The moment she pushed the door open, Yun Zheng was surprised to find a bottle of red wine and two crystal glasses on the small table in the box, and a box of her favorite macarons next to them.

"Have you planned this a long time ago?" She turned and looked at Fu Linghe, who was leaning against the door with a smile in his eyes.

"Just making two preparations." Fu Linghe walked over, skillfully opened the bottle and poured the wine, the deep red liquid swirling in the glass.

Yun Zheng took the wine glass and looked down at the lights of the entire city through the glass window.

The Ferris wheel slowly rises, the scenery on the ground gradually becomes smaller, and the entire city is like a spread-out starry painting.

Fu Linghe stood behind her, his chest against her back, and the two of them quietly enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

The Ferris wheel slowly rose. Yun Zheng looked through the glass window at the city lights gradually getting smaller below her feet. Her heartbeat quickened as the altitude increased.

She quietly clenched the wine glass in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white.

The legend about the top of the Ferris wheel lingered in her mind - couples who kissed at the highest point would be together forever.

Although she and Fu Linghe were already husband and wife, this thought made her nervous like a girl in her first love.

She took a deep breath and was nervously preparing herself, but suddenly she felt the man's breath approaching from behind her.

"Zheng Zheng." Fu Linghe's low voice sounded in her ear, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe. "What are you thinking about?"

Yun Zheng's back stiffened and the wine glass in her hand almost slipped.

Fu Linghe quickly held her hand and placed the wine glass on the small table beside her.

His chest pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around her from behind, enveloping her in his presence.

"I..." Yun Zheng was about to speak, but she felt Fu Linghe's lips already on her neck.

The kiss was as light as a feather, but it made her tremble all over.

"Shh, don't talk." Fu Linghe's voice was filled with laughter, as if he had already seen through her thoughts. "I know what you are thinking."

The Ferris wheel is about to reach its highest point, and the city lights outside the window turn into a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

Yun Zheng felt Fu Linghe's arms tighten a little, and his breathing became slightly faster.

Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, the man suddenly loosened his arms.

Yun Zheng turned around in confusion, only to see Fu Linghe take a step back, unbutton his suit jacket with one hand, and casually put it on the back of a chair.

His slender fingers then loosened his tie, his movements elegant and lazy, like slow-motion movie frames under the soft light of the box.

"Fu Linghe, you..." Yun Zheng's voice was stuck in her throat because she saw the light flashing in the man's eyes was more dazzling than the neon lights outside the window.

Fu Linghe took a step forward, and the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was particularly clear in the quiet box.

"The legend of the kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel," he leaned in closer, his nose almost touching hers, "I knew that when I was fifteen.

The moment the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, Fu Linghe bent down and kissed her.

This kiss was more gentle and lingering than usual. Yun Zheng could taste the mellow aroma of red wine between his lips, mixed with his unique woody scent.

The city lights outside the window turned into a blurry halo, and the only sound left in our ears was the sound of each other's heartbeats.

"It's time to go back." Fu Linghe said softly when the clock pointed to five in the morning.

Yun Zheng was drowsy in his arms and only responded vaguely.

Fu Linghe chuckled, took off his windbreaker, wrapped it around her, and carried her out of the Ferris wheel.

When Yun Zheng returned to the Cullinan, she was already half asleep and half awake. She only felt someone gently put her on the seat and carefully fastened her seat belt.

"Go to sleep." Fu Linghe's voice seemed to come from far away. "I'll call you when we get home."

Yun Zheng responded in a daze, leaned back in the seat and fell into a deep sleep, not even knowing how she got off the bus.