Chapter 349 Pingdeng hates all those who covet Yun Zheng!

Yun Zheng's fingertips gently scratched Fu Linghe's palm, and the moment she followed the Mo family into the old house, the scent of rosewood hit her face.

Sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the marble floor.

This is Yun Zheng's second time here, and her mood is different each time.

But both times were for Fu Linghe.

The last time she came here was to ask Mo Shian to help find Fu Linghe. She was in a hurry and didn't have the time to carefully look at the layout here.

Fu Linghe tightened his arms around her waist, his fingertips gently stroking through the cheongsam material, as if silently declaring his sovereignty.

"Please come this way." As Mo Shi'an turned sideways to lead the way, the ink marks on his shirt cuffs glowed indigo in the sunlight.

He deliberately kept half a step away, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Yun Zheng's face frequently, and he hurriedly looked away when he met Fu Linghe's warning eyes.

Passing through the screen wall, a century-old wisteria is blooming freely in the courtyard.

Pale purple flower spikes hung above the bluestone path, and as Yun Zheng passed by, petals fell into her hair.

Fu Linghe raised his hand to brush away the light purple. His movements were incredibly gentle, but when he caught a glimpse of Mo Chenfeng's gaze, he suddenly grasped the petal in his palm and crushed it.

He hates everyone who covets Yun Zheng equally, regardless of gender or relationship!

"This wisteria is hundreds of years old." Old Master Mo walked in front, leaning on his cane, his voice filled with careful flattery, "Your mother...Azhi loves to read under the flower stand."

Yun Zheng paused slightly.

She didn't expect the old man to bring up this matter suddenly. Fu Linghe's fingers on her waist immediately tightened, almost pinching into her flesh.

That resentful look clearly said, look, they just want to take you away!

She squeezed his wrist quietly to comfort him, but her expression remained calm. "The flowers are blooming beautifully."

This bland response made Ning Zhi, who was being held by Mo Chenfeng in front of her, stiffen noticeably.

Yun Zheng noticed that her bare right foot was covered in dust, and there was a fresh red mark on her ankle, probably caused by being scratched by a stone in a hurry.

In the main hall, the rosewood furniture exudes a warm luster.

Yun Zheng was asked to sit next to the main seat, but Fu Linghe stood directly beside her chair with his right hand on her shoulder, a very possessive gesture.

Mo Shian opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just retreated to the second seat in silence.

"Have a cup of tea, jasmine tea. I think you would like it." Mo Chenfeng personally brought a celadon teacup with a few jasmine flowers at the bottom of the cup.

The water temperature was just right, Yun Zheng's preferred 70% hot.

Her fingertips paused on the rim of the cup. She didn't know if this little detail was a coincidence or if they had investigated her.

Fu Linghe obviously noticed it too.

He leaned over and, under the pretense of smoothing her hair, whispered in her ear, "They've done a pretty good job investigating you."

The warm breath sprayed on her ear, but it was cold.

"We're here to thank Mr. Mo and say goodbye."

Yun Zheng raised her teacup to break the deadlock. "Thanks to Mr. Mo's help, we were able to find Ling He. He's recovering well, and the doctor said he can be discharged after a few more days of observation. I'm taking him back to the capital."

Mo Shian quickly waved his hand, "It's just a piece of cake."

His gaze lingered for a moment on Fu Linghe's bandaged arm. "How is Mr. Fu recovering?"

The man who was named didn't even raise his eyelids, but just used his uninjured left hand to play with Yun Zheng's hair.

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting fine spots of light on his profile, making the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses look even colder.

Yun Zheng lightly kicked Fu Linghe's calf under the table. The force was not strong, but the tip of her shoe hit his ankle accurately.

The man's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, and he finally spat out two words reluctantly, "Not bad!"

This was the first sentence Fu Linghe said after arriving at the Mohist School.

Yun Zheng had already greeted him before he came, and asked him to just follow her and not talk nonsense.

He has a sharp tongue and he has never had a good impression of his family. Moreover, the two families have a feud.

Although they both came to apologize in name only, Yun Zheng didn't expect him to say anything good.

It would be better for him to just pretend to be mute and sit quietly beside her, so as to avoid causing trouble for her again.

"There's a hundred-year-old ginseng in the study, it's good for healing wounds..."

"No need." Fu Linghe interrupted the conversation and drew a circle on the back of Yun Zheng's neck with his fingertips.

She was all too familiar with this little gesture, a warning sign that his patience was running out.

After three rounds of tea, Ning Zhi remained as quiet as a shadow.

Yun Zheng didn't stand up until her teacup was empty. She said, "I... I'll go get a hot pot." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"No need to trouble you." Yun Zheng was about to decline, but she saw Ning Zhi already holding the teapot and walking quickly towards the inner room.

The figure was so hurried and almost fled that it made her heart stab inexplicably.

There was a slight collision sound in the tea room, and Ning Zhi's fingers were shaking slightly.

She had her back to the crowd, her shoulders tense as if she was trying hard to suppress something.

Yun Zheng looked at her back and suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.

She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Fu Linghe held her shoulders.

"Don't move." He whispered, his voice full of unquestionable strength.

At this moment, Ning Zhi suddenly staggered, and the teapot slipped from her hand and hit the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

The hot water splashed on the back of her feet, turning them red instantly.

"Zhizhi!" Mo Chenfeng was the first to rush over and picked her up horizontally.

Ning Zhi struggled to jump out of his arms, stepping barefoot on the broken porcelain pieces, and blood immediately oozed from the soles of her feet.

She seemed completely unaware of the pain and stared straight at Yun Zheng, her lips trembling. "I'm sorry... I'm so clumsy..."

Yun Zheng couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up suddenly, but Fu Linghe's hand on her waist was as firm as an iron clamp.

"Be good, let go, I'll go take a look." She turned to look at him, her voice very low but very gentle.

Fu Linghe narrowed his eyes, and their gazes met in the air.

In the end, he was defeated. He slowly let go of her hand and followed her towards Ning Zhi.

Yun Zheng squatted down, took out a handkerchief from her handbag, and gently pressed it on Ning Zhi's bleeding feet.

"Don't move," she whispered. "The porcelain is stuck in there."

Ning Zhi's tears suddenly fell, one by one hitting the back of Yun Zheng's hand, "I'm sorry..."

She repeated, her voice choking, "I just wanted to..."

Mr. Mo's hand, which was leaning on the cane, was shaking slightly. Mo Shi'an stood aside, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Fu Linghe watched all this with a cold eye. Suddenly, he bent down and grasped Yun Zheng's wrist. "Let the doctor handle it."

Yun Zheng shook his hand off. "Can't you see she's bleeding?"

The air froze instantly, and Yun Zheng actually shook off his hand.

Fu Linghe's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Yun Zheng also realized that her actions just now were indeed a bit too much, so she slowed down her tone and said, "I'll just help her deal with it briefly."

Mo Chenfeng suddenly sneered, "Mr. Fu, this is not your capital."

He was very dissatisfied with his son-in-law's actions!

As annoying as his father Fu Yanze!

Fu Linghe slowly stood up, a dangerous arc appeared on the corner of his lips, "So?"

"That's enough!" Yun Zheng interrupted sharply. She turned to Mo Chenfeng, "Where's the medicine box?"

Mo Chenfeng was stunned for a moment and pointed to the inner room.

Yun Zheng didn't say anything and helped Ning Zhi walk into the inner room.

Fu Linghe was about to catch up, but Mo Shian stood in front of him.

"Mr. Fu," Mo Shi'an's voice was soft but firm, "Give them some space."

Fu Linghe looked past him and at Yun Zheng's back.

She never looked back once.

In the inner room, Yun Zheng carefully cleaned Ning Zhi's wound.

Ning Zhi kept her head down, tears falling silently.

"Does it hurt?" Yun Zheng asked.

Ning Zhi shook her head and suddenly grabbed Yun Zheng's hand, "Are you really going back to the capital?"

Yun Zheng paused and said, "Hmm."

"Can..." Ning Zhi's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "Can you stay for a few more days?"

Yun Zheng did not answer immediately.

She looked at Ning Zhi's pale face and suddenly found that her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to hers.

"Why?" she asked softly.

Ning Zhi didn't answer her question but instead asked, "Or... can you take me to the capital with you?"

"I really won't disturb you." Her voice was cautious and tentative, and if you listened carefully, it sounded almost like pleading.

Yun Zheng's fingers paused slightly, and she unconsciously pinched the edge of the gauze into a few wrinkles.

"The capital isn't for you." She lowered her eyes, her voice soft but with undeniable determination, "There are no wisteria flowers there, nor the familiar scent of tea."

Ning Zhi's fingertips suddenly tightened, her nails almost digging into Yun Zheng's palm. "But you're there."

Fu Linghe's impatient pacing could be heard outside the window, and the sound of his leather shoes rolling over the bluestone slabs sounded like some kind of countdown.

Yun Zheng gently withdrew her hand and threw the blood-stained cotton yarn into the tray. The sound of metal collision was crisp and sharp.

Her fingers hung in the air, and the blood on the gauze looked like a withered wisteria flower.

The wound on Ning Zhi's foot was not very deep and the bleeding stopped quickly.

"I'm there because my home is there, and the people I love are there." Yun Zheng said as she helped her disinfect and bandaged her with gauze.

"The capital is the Fu family's territory. The Mo family and the Fu family have been at loggerheads for so many years. I... don't want you to get hurt because of me."

Although Yun Zheng did not have any complicated feelings towards his biological mother, he did not want her to get hurt.

She had already chosen Fu Linghe, which meant that she had to let go of this family relationship. Yun Zheng was very clear about this.

If there weren't such a complicated relationship between the two families, Yun Zheng might be happy to meet them.

But the reality is right in front of her, she can't be so greedy.

Ning Zhi lowered her head silently, with loss and more reluctance in her eyes.

But when she raised her head, her mood had almost adjusted. "Then...will you come back?"

Since Yun Zheng doesn't want them to go to Beijing to find her, will she go back to Country A to see them?

Yun Zheng met her hopeful eyes and finally nodded, "Yes."

Ning Zhi's eyes finally showed a hint of smile, "Well, whether you recognize us or not, this will always be your home."

The bandaged gauze was tied into an exquisite knot on Ning Zhi's ankle, and Yun Zheng's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly when she finished the knot.

When she stood up, the shadow of the wisteria outside the window fell on the corner of Ning Zhi's tearful eyes, like a drop of melted lavender ink.

"Let's go." Yun Zheng reached out to help Ning Zhi up, but was stunned when she touched the other's arm. The bony bones under the thin shirt made her palm hurt.

She was much thinner than he had imagined!