Chapter 338: Spicy! Mr. Mo is considered a love rival by someone!

Yun Zheng took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the urge to beat someone up.

She held Fu Linghe's waist with one hand and steadied the shaking IV stand with the other, gritting her teeth and saying, "Go back to bed and stay still!"

Fu Linghe, however, pressed harder, practically hanging onto her, his hot breath spraying against her ear. "I can't walk anymore. I need a kiss from my wife to replenish my energy."

"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng's cheeks flushed with anger, but she had to be careful to avoid the wound on his right arm. "If you keep doing this, I'll really be angry!"

Seeing that her eyes were red with anxiety, Fu Linghe finally calmed down a little and obediently let her support him as they walked back.

But he would "accidentally" stumble every two steps, taking the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of her neck and take a deep breath.

After finally pushing the patient back to the bed, Yun Zheng immediately took out her phone and said, "I'm not going out anymore. I'm going to call Aunt Wu to bring lunch over right now. Just lie down!"

Fu Linghe leaned against the head of the bed, looking at his wife's angry face, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He deliberately tugged at the loose collar of his hospital gown, revealing his delicate collarbone, "Wife, my clothes are messed up..."

"Sort it out yourself!" Yun Zheng dialed the number without even looking up, but the tips of her ears turned red.

After the call was connected, she gave a few brief instructions and hung up.

Turning around, she found Fu Linghe struggling to pull the quilt with his uninjected hand, looking at her pitifully, "Cold~"

Yun Zheng stared at the beads of sweat on his forehead and laughed angrily, "Fu Linghe, are your acting skills any worse?"

The man who was exposed was not angry. Instead, he lifted a corner of the quilt and patted the place beside him. "Then lie down with me for a while?"

"No!" Yun Zheng refused decisively, but softened her heart when she saw his eyes dimmed for a moment.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed in compromise. "That's the best."

Fu Linghe immediately came over like a large dog and rested his head on her legs.

He looked up at her, his eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes, "Wife, I feel a little dizzy..."

"You deserve it!" Yun Zheng said fiercely, but her hand had already pressed on his temples, "Who told you to run around..."

Her fingertips were suddenly grasped.

Fu Linghe placed her hand on his cheek and whispered, "Because I want to stay with you a little longer."

These words were like a feather brushing across Yun Zheng's heart, leaving her speechless for a moment.

The sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden edge on his deep features.

Fu Linghe was clingy before, but not to this extent.

The doctor said that Fu Linghe was subconsciously dependent on her, perhaps because Yun Zheng had been by his side when he was unconscious.

Fu Linghe keenly noticed her mood change, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yun Zheng shook her head and forced a smile, "Nothing, just..."

Before she could finish her words, there was a knock on the ward door.

"Miss Yun, lunch is here." Aunt Wu's voice sounded outside the door.

Fu Linghe made a "tsk" sound in obvious displeasure, and Yun Zheng took the opportunity to pull her hand back and open the door.

Aunt Wu came in with a lunch box. Seeing Fu Linghe awake, she smiled and said, "Mr. Fu looks much better!"

Yun Zheng took the thermos box, opened it and found that it contained all the dishes that Fu Linghe liked, including her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

As soon as Aunt Wu put the dishes in the thermos box, Fu Linghe couldn't wait to get close to Yun Zheng.

He had an IV in his right hand and was holding the chopsticks clumsily with his left hand, accidentally dropping the ribs he picked up on the table three times.

"Wife~" He tilted his head back, his eyelashes fluttering like two small fans in the sunlight, "Feed me."

Yun Zheng picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs helplessly, but before she could hand it to his mouth, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

Mo Shian stood at the door, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit and a tie clip that gleamed with a low-key silver light.

His eyes swept across the chopsticks in Yun Zheng's hand, and then fell on Fu Linghe's instantly tense jawline, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "It seems that I came at the wrong time?"

The moment Fu Linghe saw Mo Shian, his face instantly turned gloomy.

The 17-year-old Fu Linghe also recognized the person in front of him. After all, the Mo family and the Fu family were irreconcilable and incompatible. As the heir of the two families, he naturally knew each other.

"Mr. Mo is here?" Yun Zheng stood up hurriedly and subconsciously stood in front of Fu Linghe.

This action caused the man on the hospital bed's pupils to shrink suddenly.

Mo Shi'an shook the fruit basket in his hand and said, "I heard that Mr. Fu woke up, so I came to check on him."

As he approached, a faint cedar scent enveloped him, completely different from the ebony and agarwood Fu Linghe was used to wearing. "How is your recovery?"

"Don't bother." Fu Linghe's voice was as cold as ice.

He stared at Mo Shian, dark anger surging in his eyes.

The IV drip jiggled slightly from the sudden tensing of my muscles.

Yun Zheng clearly sensed the tense atmosphere between the two and quickly turned around, "Fu Linghe, you eat first. I'll go talk to Mr. Mo outside."

She picked up the plate and was about to hand it to him, but his wrist was grabbed.

"Just say it here." Fu Linghe's fingertips were burning, and his eyes moved back and forth between Mo Shi'an's slender fingers and Yun Zheng's red ears.

Mo Shian chuckled, unbuttoned his suit, and sat down. "Mr. Fu seems hostile to me?"

Fu Linghe's eyes were slightly cold, and he twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. "Mr. Mo is so busy, and he came all the way to see me? Is this just a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken? You know what's going on."

"Besides, I, Fu Linghe, am dead. You Mo family should set off firecrackers to celebrate, right?"

Mo Shi'an tapped his fingertips on the fruit basket three times, his crystal cufflinks reflecting a cold light. "Mr. Fu, you're joking."

He glanced at the knuckles of Fu Linghe clasping Yun Zheng's wrist. "After all, the main reason I came to the hospital wasn't to see you."

Yun Zheng felt the force coming from Fu Linghe's fingertips, and saw the dark color surging in his eyes, and her heart trembled violently.

She calmly broke free from his hand, picked up the small bowl of rice and placed it on the bedside table. When she turned around, the hem of her skirt brushed against Mo Shian's suit trouser legs.

"Mr. Mo," she said softly, but with a firmness that brooked no refusal, "Let's go outside and talk."

Fu Linghe suddenly propped himself up, and the IV stand was pulled with a loud noise.

His pale lips were pressed into a line, his eyes fixed on Yun Zheng's face, and his tone was persistent, "I said, right here..."

"Fu Linghe." Yun Zheng interrupted him, pressing her fingertips gently against the veined back of his hand. "Eat well! The food is getting cold."

Her hair fell as she leaned over, and she whispered in Fu Linghe's ear, a whisper only he could hear, "Just finish your meal, I'll be back in five minutes."

Mo Shian looked at this scene, his eyes darkening.

He stood up calmly and walked towards the door first, his leather shoes making regular light sounds on the floor.

The smell of disinfectant in the corridor is stronger than in the ward.

Just as Yun Zheng closed the door, she heard Mo Shi'an laugh with an ambiguous tone, "He is...really dependent on you now."

"He only has memories of being seventeen." Yun Zheng subconsciously clenched her fingers, and her sleeve slipped down, revealing a reddened wrist where Fu Linghe had just gripped it. "The doctor said his hippocampus was damaged, and it will take some time to recover."

She looked up at Mo Shi'an's probing gaze and said, "If what he said just now was offensive, I apologize on his behalf."

Mo Shian shook his head gently, "It's okay, he's a patient and I won't bother with him."

Yun Zheng thanked him gratefully, then suddenly thought of something else and continued, "He noticed that you were having quite a few mood swings, so... don't come over for the time being."

Fu Linghe stared at the two people in the corridor through the glass window on the ward door, but unfortunately he could not hear any sound!

Yun Zheng and Mo Shi'an stood very close to each other. The man lowered his head slightly, as if listening to her carefully. There was even a faint smile on the corner of his lips, which seemed to be mixed with a bit of doting!

Yun Zheng looked up with a focused expression, even... a little gentle.

"Snap!"

Fu Linghe's eyes darkened as he poked his chopsticks into the rice, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He stared at Mo Shi'an's hand on Yun Zheng's shoulder, a bitter anger surging in his chest.

She clearly said she would be back in five minutes.

But now, seven minutes have passed.

She was still smiling at him, she was his wife!

Fu Linghe clenched his fists suddenly, and the needle on the back of his hand was pulled so hard that it hurt!

Yun Zheng lied to him.

Does she... like Mo Shian more?

This thought drilled into his mind like a poisonous snake, his breath was choked, and the gloom in his eyes almost overflowed.

In the corridor, Yun Zheng finally finished talking with Mo Shian. When she turned around and pushed the door open, she met Fu Linghe's deep gaze.

He sat on the hospital bed, the small table in front of him was a mess, the sweet and sour pork ribs were stabbed into pieces, rice was scattered everywhere, and one of the chopsticks was even broken.

And his eyes... were aggrieved, angry, and hurt, like an abandoned large dog.

Although he was extremely angry, he still stared at her stubbornly, as if waiting for an explanation from her.

Yun Zheng was stunned, "You..."

"The food is cold." Fu Linghe interrupted her coldly, his voice hoarse, "It tastes bad."

Yun Zheng: "..."

She checked the time and realized she had been out for nearly ten minutes.

Damn, this little ancestor seems to be angry.

She walked over quickly and reached out to touch his forehead. "Are you feeling unwell again? Why are your hands so cold..."

Fu Linghe suddenly turned his head to avoid her touch, his eyes gloomy, "Aren't you having a good chat with him? Why do you care about me?"

Yun Zheng: "......?"

She blinked, then suddenly realized what was happening and couldn't help laughing. "Fu Linghe, are you...jealous?"

Fu Linghe's ears turned red, but his face remained stern and his tone was hard. "Who's jealous? I just think that since you like talking to him so much, you might as well not come back to accompany me."

Someone was extremely stubborn in words, but his eyes looked extremely aggrieved.

Yun Zheng suppressed her laughter and teased him deliberately, "Oh, then I'll go out and continue chatting now?"

"You dare!" Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that he almost pulled her into his arms.

His eyes were filled with strong possessiveness, but his voice was so low and hoarse that it almost showed weakness. "You are not allowed to leave."

Yun Zheng's heart trembled, and finally she couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so she softened her voice and coaxed him, "Okay, I won't leave."

She reached out and gently stroked his face. "I just told him not to disturb you while you're recovering from your illness these days. That's all."

Fu Linghe was startled, the gloom in his eyes dissipated a little, but he still stared at her stubbornly, "Really?"

"Really?" Yun Zheng said helplessly, "Besides, why should I like him?"

Fu Linghe pursed his lips and said sullenly after a while, "He looks more mature than me and is better at coaxing people than me."

Yun Zheng: "..."

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and leaned over to peck him lightly on the lips. "But I only like Fu Linghe."

Fu Linghe's pupils shrank slightly, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red, but he still pretended to be calm, "One more kiss, and I'll believe you."

Yun Zheng: "..."

Well, he has me in his hands again!