Chapter 227 I am her husband

"Grandpa, I'll go make the arrangements first." Mo Shian greeted the old man before leaving the study.

He returned to the room, loosened his tie, and slid his slender fingers quickly across the screen of his mobile phone.

After the call was connected, he solemnly instructed, "Prepare 100 invitations for the 70th birthday. I'll send you the list of guests and the specific requirements later."

After hanging up the phone, he walked towards the wine cabinet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The crystal glass reflected a cold light under the light, and amber liquid poured into it.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled, but the cold wine could not quench the anxiety surging in his heart.

Mo Shian held the phone tightly, the screen still stuck on the chat interface with his mother. He wanted to make the call, but ultimately he didn't have the courage to do so.

It's better to wait until everything is confirmed before telling her. She can't bear any more blow.

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The next morning.

Mr. Mo got up early on purpose. He was in high spirits and had energy that was inconsistent with his age.

He took the invitation and went to the community where he met Yun Zheng to wait.

This is the most famous wealthy area in Country A. The old man knows 70% of the people living here.

To be precise, they all know Mr. Mo.

Although he couldn't find Yun Zheng's specific address, it was still easy for him to ask his acquaintances here about the recent residents who moved in.

He quickly located the building where Yun Zheng lived.

He didn't alert her, but sat on the bench downstairs and waited quietly for her to come down.

But it was obvious that the old man overestimated Yun Zheng's ability to stay in bed.

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In the top floor bedroom.

Yun Zheng was still asleep, curled up in Fu Linghe's arms with her eyes closed. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids. She was too well-behaved and too pretty.

Fu Linghe lowered his eyes and looked at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms, and gently played with her hair scattered on the pillow with his fingertips.

Yun Zheng rubbed his chest unconsciously, and the collar of her pajamas slipped down, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders.

"Husband~" she mumbled vaguely, and raised her legs and placed them directly on the man's waist.

Fu Linghe groaned, his Adam's apple moved, and he clasped her throbbing knees with his hands, lowering his voice, "Are you sure you want to sleep like this?"

"Shut up! Don't disturb me!" Yun Zheng was a little grumpy after waking up. After finding a comfortable position in Fu Linghe's arms, she continued to sleep.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Fu Linghe couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little face, then patiently coaxed her, "Okay, dear, it's time to get up. I'll take you out to play later."

Yun Zheng was now in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and she didn't hear anything. She only heard Fu Linghe chattering non-stop.

She opened her eyes irritably and looked at him, then sealed the man's lips with a kiss without hesitation.

Only after making sure that he would not talk anymore did she go to bed contentedly.

Fu Linghe had no way to deal with her and could only pat her back gently, coaxing his wife like a child.

Yun Zheng slept exceptionally long this time, and when she woke up it was already lunch time.

When she rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of the cloakroom, Fu Linghe was already waiting for her at the entrance with his tie tied.

"Isn't this dress too formal?" She tugged at the champagne-colored dress on her body. The silk fabric shone like pearls in the sunlight.

Fu Linghe leaned on the door frame with one hand, his eyes wandering from her bare ankles to her collarbone. "You look good in anything you wear."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the silver high heels on the ground, then knelt on one knee to lift up her ankle.

"I can do it myself..." Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, but he was holding her ankle tightly.

The man's slender fingers slid across the instep to fasten the buckle, and the warmth of his fingertips made her heart skip a beat.

As the elevator went down, Fu Linghe suddenly pushed her against the mirror.

Yun Zheng screamed, her back pressed against the cold mirror, and in front of her was his hot chest.

"There's lipstick on it." Fu Linghe stroked her lower lip with his thumb, his eyes deepening.

Yun Zheng was about to thank him, but she saw him suddenly lower his head and lick the bright red on his fingertips. She was so embarrassed that she pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

The two of them walked out of the unit door laughing and joking. The early summer sun shone through the sycamore leaves, casting tiny spots of light on the ground.

"Little girl~" When Mr. Mo saw the two people coming down, he hurriedly called out to Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng heard a familiar voice, looked up, and saw a white-haired old man.

She hurriedly trotted over to him and asked, "Grandpa, why are you here?"

Yun Zheng was obviously surprised to see the old man. She had never thought that she would have any intersection with the old man.

"I came here specifically to see you. Tomorrow is my old man's 70th birthday. You are my savior, so I came here specifically to invite you to attend."

Mr. Mo looked at Fu Linghe with a smile, his gaze lingering for a moment on his hand holding Yun Zheng. "Who is this...?"

Yun Zheng was about to speak when Fu Linghe calmly led her behind him, "I'm her husband."

"Honey, this is the old man I told you about yesterday that I met in the community." Yun Zheng gave Fu Linghe a brief introduction.

Fu Linghe just nodded and didn't say anything.

Mr. Mo opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Oh, the little girl is married?"

He slapped his forehead in mock annoyance and said, "Look at me, an old man, I haven't even prepared a wedding gift."

Fu Linghe glanced at his watch indifferently. "No need. We're returning home on tonight's flight."

"So anxious?" A lonely look suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and his wrinkles seemed to be a little deeper.

He shakily pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes. "My unfilial descendants are all abroad. They didn't even come back for my seventieth birthday. I thought I'd get along well with this girl, so I wanted her to come to my birthday party to liven it up."

"Oh, busy, everyone is busy..." Mr. Mo took a step back, sighed heavily, and took back some of the invitations in his hand. The loneliness in his eyes was obvious.

Yun Zheng felt a little sorry for this and quietly tugged at Fu Linghe's sleeve.

Fu Linghe lowered his eyes and looked at Yun Zheng's fingers pulling at his sleeve, then met her pleading eyes, and his cold brows finally relaxed a little.

"What time does it start?" he asked calmly.

Mr. Mo's eyes lit up, and he quickly handed over the gold-stamped invitation, "I'll send a car to pick you up at 7 o'clock in the evening!"

Fu Linghe took the invitation and glanced at it. "No need, we'll go there on our own."

After saying that, he took Yun Zheng in his arms and turned to leave.

"Wait!" The old man hurriedly took out a velvet box from the pocket of his Tang suit. "This is a meeting gift for the little girl. Just consider it a thank you gift."

In the box lay a jade pendant with excellent water content, which shone with a lustrous luster in the sunlight.

Yun Zheng was about to decline when Fu Linghe closed the box and stuffed it back into the old man's hands. "No need for a gift. My wife is kind-hearted, and saving people is instinctive."

The old man stubbornly pressed the box into Yun Zheng's hands, "It's not a thank you gift, it's just a wedding gift from you since we're so close."

Mr. Mo's eyes were slightly red. "If my unfilial son had a daughter, she would be your age..."