Chapter 288 This Cake is Poisoned

Downstairs living room.

The rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows formed a gray curtain, cutting the warm light in the living room into tiny spots of light.

Raindrops meandered down the glass, forming small puddles on the windowsill, reflecting the ambiguous lights in the room.

Yun Zheng curled up in the corner of the sofa, half of her fair calves exposed from under the thin blanket, her toes unconsciously rubbing against the tassels on the blanket.

The small cake on the porcelain plate had been torn into pieces by the fork, and the cream was trembling on the edge of the porcelain spoon, just like her unresolved worries at the moment.

Fu Linghe leaned diagonally beside her, with two buttons of his shirt collar undone, revealing a faint red mark on his collarbone, looking extremely seductive.

"Could this cake be cursed?" He suddenly chuckled, wiped the cream on the back of her hand with his fingertips, and deliberately licked his fingertips with the tip of his tongue.

"Why else would my wife Fu stare at a small dessert for ten minutes?"

Fu Linghe's voice was hoarse from being soaked in whiskey, like sandpaper gently caressing the eardrum.

Yun Zheng came back to her senses and poked the strawberry flesh with the tip of the spoon. The bright red juice immediately stained the silver fork tip red. Almost subconsciously, she denied it, "Who is in a daze..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes unconsciously looked towards the corner of the stairs.

Fu Linghe suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and bit off the broken strawberry with the fork she was holding.

The juice splashed between his lips, and a few drops stuck to the corners of his mouth.

"Sweet," he whispered, but he wasn't talking about the strawberries.

The man's fingertips brushed against the wedding ring on her ring finger. It was the ring he had put on her finger himself, and the date of their first meeting was engraved on the inside of the ring.

"Fu Linghe!" She protested softly, but he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

The man's palm was pressed against her lower back, and she could feel the burning temperature through her silk nightgown.

When he lowered his head, his hair fell down, brushing against her nose with a faint scent of shampoo.

"Are you still thinking about them?" Although Fu Linghe asked this question, his tone was firm.

"Instead of worrying about other people's romantic debts," he chuckled, his lips brushing her earlobe, his breath hot, "it's better to worry about your own."

Yun Zheng tilted her head back to avoid his fingertips, her hair brushing against the back of the sofa.

From this angle, you can clearly see his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his well-defined profile.

"You..." Yun Zheng had just opened her mouth when Fu Linghe pinched her chin and kissed the cream off the tip of her nose.

The salty whiskey mixed with the sweet cream blends into a wonderful taste between the lips and teeth.

"He's serious. Don't worry about that." Fu Linghe suddenly turned serious, his fingertips stroking the buttons of her pajamas in an ambiguous way. "Ever since he fainted and cried in anatomy class at the age of seventeen, Chen Yu hasn't done anything careless again."

Yun Zheng snorted and slapped his hand away. "An An is my best friend, so of course I have to check on her. Even though Jiang Chenyu is your brother, don't I have to help investigate in advance?"

Fu Linghe chuckled softly, and the laughter seemed to vibrate from deep in his chest, with a heart-throbbing magnetism.

He suddenly leaned forward, covering Yun Zheng in his shadow.

"Mrs. Fu," his lips almost touched her earlobe, his warm breath spraying on her sensitive neck, "your attention now should all belong to me."

Yun Zheng's breathing stopped and she felt an electric current running from her earlobe to her whole body.

Before she could refute, Fu Linghe picked her up horizontally.

The blanket slid to the ground, revealing her slender calves and round toes.

"Fu Linghe! Put me down!" She protested softly, but subconsciously put her arms around his neck.

Fu Linghe turned a deaf ear and strode towards the stairs.

His arm muscles were tense, the lines of his arms barely visible beneath his shirt.

Yun Zheng could feel the warmth from his chest, and the scent of whiskey and a hint of wood made her soften involuntarily.

"Stingy." She muttered, burying her face in his neck.

Fu Linghe chuckled softly, deliberately paused at the corner of the stairs, and pushed her up.

Yun Zheng exclaimed and hugged him even tighter.

"If you think about another man again," his voice was low and dangerous, "you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Yun Zheng looked up and met his deep eyes.

In the dim light, those eyes were like a bottomless pool, reflecting her slightly red cheeks.

Fu Linghe pushed the door of the master bedroom at the end of the corridor on the second floor open with his shoulder.

He gently placed Yun Zheng on the bed, but did not stand up immediately. Instead, he supported his hands on her sides and looked down at her condescendingly.

Yun Zheng's breathing became rapid, and she could feel her heart beating abnormally fast.

Fu Linghe's gaze was so hot that it seemed to melt her.

She swallowed subconsciously and saw Fu Linghe's eyes darken instantly.

"You just said that Jiang Chenyu fainted from seeing blood in anatomy class when he was seventeen? Then how did he become a doctor?" Yun Zheng tried to change the subject, but her voice was unnaturally soft.

Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows, obviously seeing through her intention.

He slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and collarbone.

"Yes," he said, his voice tinged with joking. "He cried like a baby and was laughed at by the whole class. But the next day he stayed alone in the dissection room for two days and two nights until he overcame his fear."

He leaned down, his nose almost touching Yun Zheng's. "This is Jiang Chenyu. He never gives up halfway."

Yun Zheng wanted to say something, but Fu Linghe's kiss blocked all her words.

The kiss was domineering and lingering, with a force that could not be refused.

Yun Zheng quickly lost herself in his scent, her fingers unconsciously inserted into his hair.

When Fu Linghe finally let her go, both of them were panting.

Yun Zheng's lips were slightly swollen and her eyes were misty.

"Now," Fu Linghe's voice was unusually hoarse, "it's time to talk about our business."

Fu Linghe's fingers rested on the shoulder straps of Yun Zheng's nightgown. The silk fabric shone softly under the light.

He noticed that there was still a light pink mark on her collarbone from the mosquito bite she got during last night's walk, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Wait..." Yun Zheng's words were interrupted by Fu Linghe's sudden hug.

He gently held her in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head. The warm light from the bedside cast the outline of his face on the wall, forming a deep silhouette.

"Mrs. Fu." His voice was a little helpless. "You mentioned other people's names too many times tonight."

Yun Zheng subconsciously grabbed the man's collar, but Fu Linghe held her wrist.

The reflection from the surface of his watch drew a fleeting arc of light on the wall, flashing like a shooting star.

Fu Linghe raised his hand and gently touched the pearl earring on her earlobe, then carefully helped her take it off and placed it in a jewelry cabinet on the side.

"Is Mr. Fu jealous again?" Yun Zheng looked at him with a smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"You only realized it now?" He let go of her hand and turned to smooth out her messy hair. "From the fifth time you looked at the stairs, I was jealous."

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the big raindrops hit the glass like some kind of urgent signal.

Fu Linghe's gaze fell on Yun Zheng's neck, which was slightly red due to nervousness.

When Yun Zheng looked up, she saw the rain winding into a twisted river on the window glass, reflecting the figures of the two people cuddling together.

When Fu Linghe suddenly stood up to close the window, Yun Zheng gently reminded him, "Doctor Jiang is next door..."

"Isn't the lady at Tanxiyuan aware of the soundproofing?" Fu Linghe chuckled. As he walked back, he turned on the bedside lamp and deliberately raised the volume a few decibels. "Besides, if there's no soundproofing, that kid will know what a loving couple is."

Yun Zheng's toes curled up unconsciously, and her fingers clutched the edge of the sheets.

Fu Linghe noticed her little movement, and finally just smiled and gently wrapped her hand in his palm.

The silk sheets rubbed softly beneath them, and a pearl button rolled to the carpet with an almost inaudible sound.

"Go to sleep," Fu Linghe turned off the main light, leaving only a night light on, "We have to get up early tomorrow."

Yun Zheng nodded and heard the even breathing sounds beside her in the darkness.

The sound of rain gradually became smaller, like a gentle lullaby.

Before she fell asleep, she vaguely felt Fu Linghe gently tuck the corners of the quilt for her, and a pair of gentle big hands around her waist.

She unconsciously rubbed against the man's arms and fell into a deep sleep.