Chapter 263: Recognizing us and being with Fu Linghe are not in conflict

The couple stayed in the bedroom for a while, went downstairs to have breakfast, and then Fu Linghe went to the company.

Yun Zheng chatted with her mother-in-law and grandmother for a long time before going to the underground garage to pick a car and go out.

She did not contact Cen Lian, but drove directly to Junlan Hotel.

Last night Fu Linghe said that Mo Shian and the others were at Junlan Hotel, and she took note of it.

Yun Zheng knew very well that there was no point in avoiding some things, and what had to be faced would have to be faced sooner or later.

Yun Zheng parked the car steadily in the underground parking lot of Junlan Hotel.

The sound of her high heels stepping on the concrete floor when she got out of the car was as clear as a heartbeat.

The elevator mirror reflected her tense jawline, and her fingertips hovered in front of the floor button for a moment before pressing the number.

The elevator went up all the way and opened when it reached the first floor.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The receptionist gave a professional smile, but her expression brightened as she saw who it was. "Are you... the president's wife?"

Yun Zheng forced a smile and said, "Hello, I'd like to ask which room Mr. Mo Shi'an lives in?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the receptionist's eyes, but she finally smiled politely and told her, "In the presidential suite on the top floor."

The person in the presidential suite was someone President Fu brought personally yesterday and specifically instructed to be taken good care of.

Although the hotel cannot disclose guests' privacy at will, they were brought here by the president himself, and since the lady asked her, she naturally could not hide it.

"Thank you." Yun Zheng smiled and politely thanked the girl at the front desk before walking towards the elevator.

Yun Zheng walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor with trembling fingertips.

The metal door slowly closed, isolating everything from the outside world, leaving only the slight humming sound of the elevator as it rose.

She stared at the constantly jumping floor numbers. Her chest felt like it was being pressed down by a heavy stone, and even breathing became difficult.

The sound of the elevator reaching the top floor made Yun Zheng tremble all over.

She subconsciously clenched her hands, her knuckles turning blue and white.

The elevator door opened.

Yun Zheng took a deep breath and adjusted her mood before stepping out of the elevator.

The corridor on the top floor was covered with thick wool carpet, which completely muffled the sound of footsteps.

Yun Zheng stood in front of the gilded presidential suite doorplate and suddenly discovered that there were five crescent-shaped pinch marks on her handbag.

Just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, it was opened from the inside.

Mo Shian stood inside the door, his shirt collar open and dark circles under his eyes.

He froze in place as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with disbelief. His Adam's apple rolled a few times before he uttered, "Zheng Zheng, is it really you?"

Yun Zheng smelled the agarwood fragrance wafting from the room, a special scent of top-grade sandalwood mixed with the scent of medicine.

She looked over Mo Shian's shoulder and saw the back of the man leaning on crutches in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

His silver-white hair was combed meticulously, and his dark-black Zhongshan suit was as straight as a knife, but it could not hide his slightly hunched shoulders.

Yun Zheng looked at the man in front of her whose eyebrows and eyes were three-quarters similar to hers, and a ripple appeared in her already uneasy heart.

"I want to talk to you." Yun Zheng looked at him with an indifferent and distant tone, as if she was talking to a stranger.

Mo Shi'an excitedly stepped aside to make way for Yun Zheng. After she entered, he quickly closed the door, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Grandpa! Zheng Zheng is here!"

In the living room, the silver-haired Mr. Mo was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a cane.

Hearing the sound, he turned around abruptly, and the rosewood cane in his hand slammed down on the marble floor with a thud.

"Zheng Zheng..." The old man's cloudy eyes moistened instantly, and his wrinkled hands trembled violently, "It's really Zheng Zheng..."

Yun Zheng stood at the entrance with her back straight.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar old man in front of her, digging her nails deep into her palms.

Yun Zheng's lips trembled slightly, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

She looked at Mr. Mo's eager eyes, and finally lowered her eyes and said softly, "Mr. Mo."

As soon as these three words came out, the old man's figure shook noticeably, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

The last time they met, she called him grandpa. Now he is her real grandpa, but...

He managed to steady himself, smiled wryly and nodded, "I'm relieved that you're okay."

Old Master Mo could sense Yun Zheng's alienation; she was deliberately keeping a distance from them.

"Good girl, don't stand, sit down." Old Master Mo looked at her kindly and quickly asked her to sit down.

Yun Zheng looked at the old man in front of her with a hunched back. He seemed to be even older than the last time she saw him.

She didn't want to sit down at first, so she just told them and left.

But after seeing that old face, he still couldn't be so heartless, so he sat down on the sofa beside him.

Yun Zheng sat on the leather sofa, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the strap of her bag.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the outline of the entire city gradually became clear in the morning light, but it could not illuminate her deep eyes.

"I came to you today because I have something to tell you." Yun Zheng withdrew her gaze from the window, looked into the old man's eyes, and spoke in a serious tone.

Mr. Mo was such a shrewd person that he had guessed something from Yun Zheng's eyes, but he still spoke calmly.

"Well, go ahead."

Yun Zheng straightened her back slightly and looked at Mr. Mo calmly, "I'm very happy now. The Fu family treats me very well, and Fu Linghe also... loves me very much."

She paused, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of the teacup. "I will always remember the Mo family's kindness in giving me life. If there's anything I can do to help you in the future, I'll do my best within my ability."

The room was eerily quiet for a moment.

Mo Shian stood aside, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, but in the end he couldn't make a sound.

Mr. Mo tapped his cane twice on the carpet, a complex expression on his aged face. "Zheng Zheng, we're not here to disturb your life."

"Zheng Zheng." His voice was low and gentle, as if he was afraid to disturb her. "Your recognition of us does not conflict with being with Fu Linghe."

"Is there really no conflict?" Yun Zheng had a bitter smile on her face, her eyes fixed on the old man, her tone questioning.