Chapter 238 She doesn't want to see you!

Yun Zheng's eyes slowly swept across the ward, the smell of disinfectant lingering in her nose.

Outside the window, the silhouettes of the tall palm trees unique to Country A swayed in the night wind.

In the distance, the iconic blue dome of St. Mary's Hospital is looming in the night, like a teardrop hanging in the air.

Her fingertips unconsciously clenched the snow-white sheets, her knuckles turning bluish-white, as if she wanted to rub all her inner uneasiness into the soft fabric.

"Still in Country A." She murmured softly, her voice filled with unspeakable fatigue mixed with disappointment, and her eyelashes cast a trembling shadow under her eyes.

Fu Linghe was sensitive to her emotions and placed his warm hand on the back of her cold hand.

There was a reassuring warmth in his palm, and his fingertips gently stroked the protruding veins on the back of her hand.

"Once your condition stabilizes, we will return home immediately." Fu Linghe's voice was low and firm, as if he wanted to carve this promise into the air.

Yun Zheng shook her head slightly, and a strand of hair slid down her forehead with the movement.

She looked at the clear liquid slowly dripping from the IV tube, each drop like a tick of time, her tone filled with weakness. "Can you go back soon? I don't want to stay here anymore."

Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a complex emotion flashed in his deep eyes.

He looked at Yun Zheng's pale face, and his heart ached like a tide. "Okay, wait until you finish the injection, eat something and rest for a while, and then we'll leave."

As he spoke, he stood up and poured a glass of warm water.

He walked to the bed and carefully helped her up, gently supporting the back of Yun Zheng's neck with his fingertips.

He first tested the temperature by placing the rim of the cup against the inside of his wrist. After making sure the water temperature was appropriate, he slowly tilted the cup.

"Slow down." He lowered his voice and unconsciously rubbed the artery on the side of her neck with his thumb, feeling the weak yet stubborn beating.

The moment the warm water touched her lips, Yun Zheng's eyelashes trembled, and a trace of water slid down the corner of her pale lips.

Fu Linghe immediately stopped moving, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his suit pocket. The fabric had a cedar scent as it brushed across her jaw, but he suddenly stopped when it was about to touch her skin, and instead rubbed the water mark with his knuckles, fearing that his touch would cause her discomfort.

"Two more sips?" When he lowered his head, his tie fell down, and the coolness of the silk brushed across the back of Yun Zheng's hand.

Seeing her shake her head, the cup drew a hesitant arc in the air as it moved away, and finally landed on the bedside table with a very light "click" sound.

The couple looked at each other in silence. They both had a tacit understanding and neither of them took the initiative to mention the Mo family.

Yun Zheng lay down and closed her eyes, as if she was escaping, trying to isolate herself from the things she didn't want to and didn't have the courage to face.

Fu Linghe didn't disturb her. He stood up and tucked the corners of the quilt for her, moving gently for fear of disturbing her, before opening the door and leaving.

The lights in the corridor were much brighter than in the ward. Fu Linghe squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light.

Just as he gently closed the door, a faint smell of tobacco entered his nostrils.

He turned around and saw Mo Shian leaning against the opposite wall, a half-burned cigarette between his slender fingers.

The spark of the cigarette flickered in the darkness, just like his mood at the moment.

Mo Shi'an heard the noise and looked up. The moment he saw Fu Linghe, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He then put out the cigarette in a hurry.

He stood up straight, his suit jacket still feeling the coolness of the night breeze, his tie slightly askew, looking nothing like the meticulous financial talent he usually was.

"Zheng Zheng, how is she?" His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and the slightly trembling voice also revealed his emotions.

Fu Linghe was slowly adjusting his cuffs, and when he heard him speak, his movements paused slightly.

His eyes were cold as ice. "It has nothing to do with you."

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to know if he's awake and okay."

Mo Shian took a step forward, his tone pleading. His tie was even more obviously askew, making him look even more disheveled.

"Safe?" Fu Linghe sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable anger. "Don't you know what's going on? When you revealed her background, you must have thought of all the consequences."

A low conversation came from the nurses' station at the end of the corridor. Mo Shi'an subconsciously lowered his voice, "I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

His eyes were full of self-blame. The situation was too urgent at that time. He just wanted to keep Yun Zheng and did not consider other consequences.

"Didn't expect that?" Fu Linghe suddenly approached, their noses almost touching, and a suffocating feeling of oppression emanated from his whole body.

"I didn't expect it is not your excuse. Do you dare to say that even if you thought of the consequences, you would choose not to say it?" Fu Linghe's voice was full of questioning and anger, and every word was as sharp as a knife.

Mo Shian's face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained away.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

Finally, he slumped back against the wall, ran his fingers through his hair, and closed his eyes in pain. "It's my fault."

Fu Linghe looked at the embarrassed man in front of him, but the anger in his heart did not subside in the slightest.

"You don't need to come again. Yun Zheng won't want to see you, nor will she recognize you. Just pretend you don't know there's such a person as Yun Zheng."

His tone was cold and decisive. "Stop disturbing her peaceful life. Yun Zheng owes you."

Mo Shi'an looked up at Fu Linghe, his eyes showing only panic and helplessness, with no other emotions.

He weakly raised his hand to wipe his face. The cigarette butts scattered on the ground had already exposed his inner feelings at the moment.

The conversation between the two stopped here, and a slight sound was heard from inside the ward door.

They both turned their heads at the same time and through the small window on the door, they could see Yun Zheng had sat up and was looking towards the door.

Fu Linghe immediately suppressed all his emotions, straightened his tie, and said again, "Get out of here."

"If she sees you and gets emotional again, I won't let you go!" Fu Linghe's tone was cold, and the warning was full of meaning.

Mo Shian's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

He had nothing to say because he knew very well that he was wrong.

Mo Shian took one last look at the ward door with a complicated expression.

I finally turned around and walked towards the elevator. My back looked a little hunched, no longer as energetic as usual.

Only after he walked away did Fu Linghe take a deep breath, push the door and return to the ward.

Yun Zheng had lain down again, but her eyelashes were trembling violently, obviously she was not asleep.

"Did I disturb you?" Fu Linghe walked to the bedside, his voice returning to its previous gentleness.