Chapter 254 If I were her, I would also choose Fu Linghe!

Fu Linghe suppressed his emotions, looked at his watch, and a trace of worry flashed in his deep eyes. "It's getting late. She hasn't been in good condition these past two days. I'm worried about her being home alone."

"I won't disturb your rest. Please think carefully about what I said."

Fu Linghe stood up after he finished speaking, took out a business card from his suit pocket and placed it on the table. "This is my contact information. If you have any questions, just contact me directly. Don't bother her."

He then walked straight towards the door.

"Wait a moment." The old man's voice sounded from behind him.

Fu Linghe stopped and looked back at him, "Master Mo, is there anything else?"

"Mr. Fu, could you arrange for us to meet with Zheng Zheng?" There was a hint of pleading in Mr. Mo's tone, and his attitude was unconsciously very humble.

"I'm sorry, I can't agree to this." Fu Linghe's brows knitted slightly, and he refused very bluntly, "Zheng Zheng's mood has been very unstable recently. She can't stand the stimulation anymore."

The reason why he went to the airport to intercept them tonight was to prevent Yun Zheng from meeting them face to face and having direct contact with them.

But Fu Linghe also knew that he couldn't trap them here forever.

Unless they are persuaded to return to Country A quickly, the capital is such a small place, and since they are determined to find Yun Zheng, it is only a matter of time before they meet.

After Fu Linghe finished speaking, he turned around and pushed the door open to walk out. The light from the corridor stretched his figure very long, and there was an indescribable loneliness in his heart.

Only the Mo family's grandfather and grandson were left in the room, staring at each other.

Mo Shi'an looked at Old Man Mo, whose brows were furrowed, and spoke cautiously, "Grandpa, it's not hard to tell from Fu Linghe's attitude that he doesn't want us to get in touch with Zheng Zheng. What should we do now?"

With the lessons learned from the last time, Mo Shian was much more cautious this time and would not be as reckless as before.

Mr. Mo's expression was somewhat solemn. He looked at the ground and sighed deeply, "Let's stay here first and talk later."

Mo Shian nodded. They hadn't thought about going back soon this time.

Mo Chenfeng was also looking after the company's affairs, so they were not in a hurry to go back.

"Grandpa, Fu Linghe said something very right today. Our presence has indeed brought a lot of pressure to Yun Zheng."

Mo Shian paused, his voice lowering a bit, "Compared to her relatives whom she hasn't met for over 20 years, Zheng Zheng will definitely choose Fu Linghe, who has always stood by her side when she encountered difficulties."

He himself knew very well that even if he was given the choice, he would choose the person who always stood by him without hesitation.

Instead of having blood ties with relatives but not knowing whether to trust them or not.

“There are three ways to solve this problem.”

"First, we need to let Yun Zheng choose us and abandon Fu Linghe. But we all know that her first choice will always be Fu Linghe."

Mo Shian looked into the old man's eyes and analyzed carefully, "So this first option has been passed."

"Second, we can separate them and forcibly take Yun Zheng back. But if we really do that, Yun Zheng will hate us to death."

"As for the third one..." Mo Shi'an looked at the old man hesitantly.

The old man could see the struggle in his eyes and probably guessed what he was going to say thirdly, but he couldn't help but continue, "What's the third one?"

"The third reason is for my sister. Let go of the grudges we've had with the Fu family for so many years. Without our family's grudges standing between them, we wouldn't be bothering Yun Zheng. Even if she recognizes us, she can continue to be with the one she loves."

Although Mo Shi'an said this, he knew very well in his heart that, just as Fu Linghe had said just now, the grudge between the Mo family and the Fu family could not be resolved easily.

That’s where the difficulty lies!

When Mr. Mo heard his grandson's analysis, his brows knitted tightly together.

He knew very well that the best solution was the third one, but... it was not as easy as he imagined.

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On the other side, Fu Linghe drove back to Tanxiyuan immediately after coming out of the hotel.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to go upstairs to the master bedroom.

Fu Linghe gently closed the bedroom door and stared at the curled-up figure on the bed in the moonlight coming in from the window.

Yun Zheng's hair was scattered on the pillow, and her breathing was even and long, like a defenseless cat.

As he took off his suit jacket, the metal cufflinks gleamed faintly in the darkness.

The moment the mattress sank slightly, Yun Zheng turned over unconsciously.

A warm, sleepy scent washed over her, and she rubbed her forehead against the crook of his neck, her fingers already spontaneously tangling around his collar.

"Have you smoked?" Her voice was soft and sleepy, and her eyelashes brushed against his collarbone, causing a shudder.

"I just smoked one." He bent down and kissed the top of her head, his Adam's apple moving. "Sorry, I smoked you."

The warmth in his arms reminded him of the cold negotiation table in the hotel just now, the fingerprints left by Mr. Mo's wrinkled hands on the teacup, and his own slightly trembling fingertips on the edge of the table.

Yun Zheng suddenly propped up her upper body, not even noticing that the straps of her nightgown had slipped down.

The moonlight traced the wrinkles between her eyebrows. "You went out?" The lingering sleepiness made this question seem like a question coated in icing sugar. She reached out to touch the collar of his shirt. "This is not the housecoat you were wearing just now..."

Fu Linghe grabbed her wandering wrist, and when his palms touched, he realized that her fingertips were cold.

A few months ago, Zhou Yushen betrayed him, and she did the same thing when she was drunk in a bar.

At that time, there was also such moonlight reflected in her eyes, which was so broken that it made people's heart ache.

"There's something urgent at the company." He answered vaguely and wrapped the quilt around her thin shoulders.

The protruding shoulder blades under the silk fabric poked his palm, like a pair of butterflies that could flap their wings and fly away at any time.

Yun Zheng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

In the warm yellow light, he could clearly see the bloodshot redness in her eyes.

"Having a nightmare?" When Fu Linghe's thumb stroked the pale blue under her eyes, she turned her head away.

"I dreamed that you were lost in the rain." She grabbed his second button, and the Italian silk thread made a thin sound between her fingers. "I called you, and you clearly turned around, but it was as if you didn't see me..." The last syllable was suddenly choked, as if it was suddenly pulled tight by an invisible thread.

Fu Linghe's heart suddenly contracted. He held the back of her head and pressed it against his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat drown out the unfinished words. "I'm here, don't be afraid."

A gust of night wind blew past the window, and the terrace door, which was not closed tightly, made a slight sound.

Yun Zheng suddenly trembled violently, her nails digging into his back muscles through his shirt.