Chapter 312 Fu Linghe’s possessiveness has never been a constraint!

Yun Zheng glared at him speechlessly, her fingertips poking at the collarbone that was barely visible beneath his stiff shirt collar. "How about I just wear your suit? Wouldn't that save me some trouble?"

The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting tiny specks of light on her fingertips.

Fu Linghe chuckled, then suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe like a feather, "Okay, my suit will look great on you."

His slender fingers carelessly twirled the hair that fell on her shoulders. "Especially... when she's only wearing a suit."

He pronounced the last word very lightly, but it burned the tip of her ear red like a spark.

"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng reached out and pushed him. The moment her palm touched his chest, the beautiful memories of last night suddenly flooded into her mind.

She hastily pulled her hand back, but he took advantage of the situation and grabbed her wrist, gently rubbing his thumb over her beating pulse.

When Fu Linghe lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, but they could not hide the dark color surging in his eyes.

"Okay, I'm just kidding." He suddenly stood up and turned to speak to the designer, the ambiguity instantly disappearing. "Make a few different sets according to her preferences."

His well-defined profile was gilded, and his eyes, which had been affectionate and lingering just now, had now regained their sharpness in front of outsiders.

Yun Zheng was slightly stunned, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the wrist he had held. She obviously didn't expect him to let go so easily.

Seeing her stunned, Fu Linghe chuckled and gently pinched her chin with his fingertips. "What? Don't you believe it?"

She snorted, "Who knows if you're up to something bad again."

He chuckled, his voice low, "My bad ideas are only ever directed at you."

The designers looked at each other, silently lowered their heads to modify the design draft, pretending that they did not exist.

Shen Lanshu came out of the kitchen with a plate of freshly baked butter cookies in her hand. Seeing that the two were still being affectionate, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"Alright, alright, if this keeps going on, the designers won't be able to hold their pens steady."

Fu Linghe raised his eyes lazily, "Mom, if you don't like it, you can go to the garden for tea first."

Shen Lanshu glared at him, "You little bastard, you've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife, right?"

Yun Zheng quickly stood up and took the plate from her hand. "Mom, don't pay attention to him. I'll stay with you."

Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab her wrist. "Why are you running?"

Yun Zheng turned around and glared at him, "Let go."

Not only did he not let go, but he exerted a little force and pulled her into his arms. "The designer hasn't finished measuring yet. If you leave, how will they continue?"

Yun Zheng: "..."

Shen Lanshu held her forehead, turned around and left, "I don't care anymore, you guys can do it yourself."

"You should measure the sizes quickly and go back to design the dresses. Don't disturb them here." Shen Lanshu said this to the designers.

In front of the affectionate couple, any living thing that can breathe is redundant!

The designer understood, quickened his movements, and left in a hurry after taking the measurements.

Fu Linghe chuckled softly, lowering his eyes to look at the person in his arms, "Now, no one will disturb us."

Yun Zheng gritted her teeth, "Fu Linghe, did you do this on purpose?"

He raised an eyebrow and said innocently, "What's wrong with me? I just want some alone time with my wife, is that wrong?"

Yun Zheng: You are right, I am wrong!

Fu Linghe hugged Yun Zheng and sat down on the sofa. He bent his tall body slightly and rubbed his head against her shoulder affectionately, like a lazy big dog.

"Wife, don't you like being alone with me?" His voice was low and a little coquettish, and his warm breath brushed across her neck.

Yun Zheng felt itchy from his rubbing, and couldn't help but shrink her neck and reached out to push him away, "Stop it..."

Not only did he not retreat, but he took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and laughed softly, "Then answer me, do you like it?"

Yun Zheng's ears turned slightly red, and she turned her face away deliberately, "I don't like it."

Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow and gently pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to turn back and look at him. "Really? Zhengzheng, telling lies will make your eyebrows fall off!"

She looked at the serious man, a sly look flashing in her eyes. "Fake."

He chuckled softly, and gently stroked her lips with his fingertips. "Little liar."

Yun Zheng's heart beat wildly when she was looked at by him. She was about to avoid him, but he grabbed her neck and kissed her.

His kiss was gentle yet strong, with an undeniable possessiveness.

Yun Zheng felt dizzy from his kiss, and her fingers unconsciously grabbed the collar of his shirt.

He didn't move away until her breathing became slightly disordered, resting his forehead against hers, his voice low and hoarse, "What about now? Do you like it?"

Yun Zheng's cheeks flushed, and she muttered softly, "It's barely okay."

Fu Linghe chuckled and pecked her lips again. "Then let's try again and see if I can make you more satisfied?"

Yun Zheng quickly put her hand on his chest, "That's enough! It's broad daylight, and there are more than just the two of us at home!"

He raised an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. "So, if it's just the two of us at home, then it's okay?"

Yun Zheng: "..."

She punched him angrily, "Fu Linghe!"

He took her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it, laughing softly, "Okay, okay, no more trouble."

Yun Zheng hummed softly, leaning against his chest, her fingertips unconsciously playing with his tie. "Are you really not going to interfere with the dress business?"

Fu Linghe lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness, "Wear whatever you want."

She looked up suspiciously. "Really?"

He curled his lips, "Really, but..."

Yun Zheng was alert, "But what?"

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "But it's hot, so you can wear less when you're in my presence."

Yun Zheng: "..."

The weather is hot in winter, this combination is definitely a good match!

She pushed him away with a red face, "Fu Linghe! Can you be more serious!"

He chuckled and pulled her back into his arms, "I can't be serious in front of you."

Yun Zheng was helpless, but couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

The sun is shining outside the window, and the breeze blows through the gauze curtains, bringing a faint fragrance of flowers.

Fu Linghe hugged her and suddenly whispered, "Wife."

"Um?"

"I love you."

Yun Zheng was startled for a moment, then raised the corners of her lips slightly, leaned into his arms and whispered, "Me too."

Fu Linghe held her in his arms and stayed quietly for a while. The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on them.

His fingers unconsciously tangled in her hair, feeling the silky feel flowing through his fingers.

"Zheng Zheng." He suddenly called her, his voice low and serious, as if he had been brewing for a long time.

Yun Zheng was slightly stunned. This address sounded unusually serious when spoken from his mouth.

She stepped away from his embrace slightly and looked up into his eyes.

The sunlight flowed in his deep eyes, like melted amber, filled with emotions that she could not understand.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly, her fingers unconsciously touching his cheek, feeling the taut curve of his jawline.

Fu Linghe grabbed her hand and placed a light kiss on her palm.

His lips were warm and soft, with the fresh scent of mint toothpaste. "Wait until the engagement party is over,"

His voice was soft, but every word was clear. "I want to take you to many places, just the two of us."

Yun Zheng blinked, her long eyelashes casting tiny shadows under her eyes. "Okay."

He chuckled softly and hugged her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head, "Madam, aren't you curious about where I'm taking you?"

Yun Zheng could feel the vibration in his chest, transmitted to her with every word.

She couldn't help but smile. "As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where I go."

Fu Linghe was stunned when he heard this, and then a hint of unconcealable joy appeared in his eyes, obviously pleased by her answer.

His slender fingers gently pinched Yun Zheng's chin, and his thumb rubbed her lips twice in an ambiguous way. There was a dangerous hoarseness in his voice. "When did Madam become so good at making me happy? Hmm?"

He pronounced the last syllable very lightly, but it swept across Yun Zheng's heart like a feather.

Her ears felt hot, and she realized how provocative the words she had just blurted out were.

Tiny specks of light shone through the gauze curtains onto her face, just enough to conceal her suddenly flushed cheeks.

"I..." She was about to explain, but Fu Linghe suddenly lowered his head, pecked her on the lips, and interrupted her.

"But," he said, his lips still pressed against hers, their breath warm as he spoke, "I like it very much."

Yun Zheng's heart beat faster because of his sudden intimacy, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the front of his shirt.

The silk fabric crumpled into a ball in her palm, just like the tangled mess in her mind.

She raised her eyes and glared at him, but was instantly defeated when she met his smiling eyes.

"Fu Linghe!" She called his name shyly, but her voice was unnaturally soft.

"Hmm?" He responded calmly, but his fingers were restlessly drawing circles around her waist. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips.

Yun Zheng suddenly reached out and poked his chest, deliberately putting on a stern face. "Mr. Fu is so easily pleased? Didn't I suffer a great loss before?"

Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow, caught her rebellious finger, put it to his lips and bit it lightly, causing her to cry out softly. "It's not too late for Madam to realize it now,"

He chuckled, his voice a little coaxing, "Why don't you tell me how you want to please me?"

He deliberately leaned very close to her when he spoke, and his warm breath sprayed on the back of her sensitive ear, causing a slight shudder.

Yun Zheng shrank her neck, but he grabbed the back of her neck and she couldn't move.

"You..." She glared at him angrily, but was suddenly speechless when she saw the deep tenderness in his eyes.

Fu Linghe looked at her like this, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He suddenly tightened his arms, locking her tightly in his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Zheng Zheng, you are doing this..."

"Hmm?" She raised her head in confusion, but he pressed her back to his chest.

"It makes me want to hide you away," his voice was low and gentle, with a hint of helpless doting, "only for me to see."

Yun Zheng listened to his words without feeling uncomfortable. Only when you love someone and really care about them will you have possessiveness!

She knew that Fu Linghe's possessiveness was never a constraint.