Chapter 270 Do you think I will hurt them?

Narada Hotel, Presidential Suite.

It was late at night. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were the dazzling lights of the capital, with flashing neon lights and a constant stream of traffic. The prosperity was almost unreal.

Mo Shi'an and Mr. Mo each sat on the leather sofa in the presidential suite. The atmosphere was quiet and solemn.

The tea on the coffee table had already gone cold, with a few unfurled tea leaves stagnating at the bottom of the cup, but no one touched it.

Mo Shi'an's slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, the rhythm slow and restrained, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, he spoke first.

"Grandpa, are you sure you're going back the day after tomorrow? If you're sure, I need to have someone arrange the flight route first."

Mr. Mo leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the distant night outside the window. There was reluctance in his eyes, but more of determination.

He sighed softly, his voice low and vicissitudes, "Go back, staying here will only make Zheng Zheng embarrassed."

The old man was such a shrewd person. It could be seen from Yun Zheng's hesitation yesterday that she was actually not ready to recognize them at all.

If they stayed here any longer, it would be like forcing her to make a choice.

Mo Shi'an was silent for a moment, then nodded and said in a steady voice, "I understand, Grandpa. I'll make arrangements."

He picked up his phone and was about to call his assistant when the old man stopped him.

"Shi An."

Mo Shian raised his eyes and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, is there anything else?"

Mr. Mo's eyes were deep as he said slowly, "Ask Fu Linghe to come over tomorrow. I have something to tell him."

Mo Shian's expression was slightly tense, and his knuckles tightened slightly, but he finally nodded, "Okay, Grandpa, I'll arrange it."

He paused and added, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

The old man waved his hand weakly, his voice slightly tired: "You go ahead and do it, I'll sit for a while."

Mo Shi'an looked at the old man deeply, but in the end, he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

The door closed gently, and only Mr. Mo was left in the suite.

He slowly stood up and walked to the French window, looking at this unfamiliar city, his eyes filled with emotions.

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Tanxiyuan

Fu Linghe came out of the shower with water still dripping from the ends of his hair. The water droplets slid down his neck and sank into the collar of his bathrobe.

He casually picked up a towel and wiped his hair, his eyes falling on the mobile phone on the bedside.

The screen lit up and several WeChat messages popped up.

They were all sent by Qi Te.

There were several documents and his itinerary for the next two days.

The last piece of news actually successfully piqued Fu Linghe's interest.

Special Assistant Qi: [Boss Mo asked when you are free tomorrow? Mr. Mo wants to see you.]

Fu Linghe raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He tapped the screen with his slender fingers and replied, "Got it."

After replying the message, he put down his phone and turned his gaze to Yun Zheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

She lay on her side, her long black hair scattered on the pillow, making her skin look white as snow.

The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on her peaceful sleeping face. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, and her breathing was even and peaceful.

Fu Linghe stared at her quietly, the emotions in his eyes were complex and deep.

He couldn't help but gently stroke her cheek with his fingertips. The touch was as soft as holding a bunch of snow, which would melt if he wasn't careful.

He just wanted her to live a carefree life, but the appearance of the Mo family still caught him off guard...

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The next morning

When Yun Zheng woke up from the man's arms, the morning light outside the window had already filtered through the gauze curtains, filling the room with warm colors.

She raised her eyes quietly and saw Fu Linghe's sleeping face close at hand.

The man's sharp brows were now relaxed, his tall nose cast a light shadow on his cheek, and his thin lips, when slightly pursed, still carried a natural sense of nobility.

This wasn't the first time she had spied on him sleeping.

Every time, she couldn't control herself.

Yun Zheng held her breath and traced the lines of his jaw with her fingertips. From Adam's apple to collarbone, every inch looked like a carefully carved work of art.

She raised her face as if possessed by a demon and gently pressed her lips against his.

The warm and soft touch made her heart beat faster. Just as she was about to move away, her waist suddenly tightened. The man's warm hand tightened without her knowing when.

"Kiss me secretly?" Fu Linghe opened his eyes at some point, with sleepiness and a smile still in his eyes, and his voice was so low and hoarse that it sounded like sandpaper rubbing against the eardrum.

The tips of Yun Zheng's ears instantly turned red, and she subconsciously tried to dodge, but he grabbed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The morning kiss was languidly aggressive, and he didn't release her until her breathing became disordered. He leaned against her forehead and chuckled, "Mrs. Fu is getting bolder now, huh?"

"Who made you have such a seductive face!" She pushed him away in shame and anger, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the pillow.

Fu Linghe stared at her for a long time, with lust in his eyes. He finally couldn't help himself and kissed her on the lips.

Yun Zheng did not resist and closed her eyes cooperatively.

It was a long time before he let her go.

Yun Zheng suddenly thought of something and stretched out her soft little hand to push Fu Linghe.

A hint of surprise flashed across the man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle smile.

He supported himself on her side with one hand, and gently pinched the tip of her nose with the other. His voice was low and smiling, "What's the matter? Mrs. Fu wants to flirt and run away again. Has she learned to abandon her after having fun?"

Yun Zheng's ears were burning with amusement, but she straightened her expression, put her hand on his chest, and said seriously, "I have something to tell you."

Seeing her serious expression, Fu Linghe put aside his joking thoughts, straightened up slightly, but still held her in his arms, and whispered, "Well, I'm listening."

Yun Zheng pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I don't know when Mo Shian and the others will return, but... I hope you won't let them get hurt while they're in the capital."

Fu Linghe frowned slightly and gently stroked her wrist with his fingertips, "Do you think I will hurt them?"

"No!" Yun Zheng hurriedly shook her head, "I mean... the Fu family."

She lowered her eyelashes and spoke softly, "Although I don't have any idea now, they came to the capital for me, and I don't want them to get hurt under my nose."

Her worries now are the same as when she worried about Fu Linghe in Country A.

Fu Linghe was silent for a moment, then leaned over and placed a light kiss on her forehead, whispering, "Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let anything happen to them."

Yun Zheng lazily rubbed against the man's arms. The scent from his body wrapped her tightly, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Thank you..." she whispered softly.

Fu Linghe chuckled and rubbed her head: "What are you thanking me for? Isn't Mrs. Fu's business my business?"

Yun Zheng was amused by him and raised the corners of her lips slightly, her fingertips unconsciously drawing circles on his chest, "It's great to have you, husband~"