Chapter 368 I Can’t Even Hold My Wife

Fu Linghe's lips were still on Yun Zheng's eyelids when he suddenly felt the person in his arms go soft.

"Hmm..." Yun Zheng's fingers unconsciously grabbed his collar, and her temples were throbbing.

The dizziness from last night's hangover came over her like a tidal wave, mixed with the aftereffects of the previous emotional excitement, causing her vision to go black.

Fu Linghe immediately noticed her discomfort and held the back of her head firmly with his palm. "Headache?"

Yun Zheng wanted to nod, but this action made the pain worse.

She gasped, her face wrinkled. "I'm still not fully sober from the alcohol I drank last night..."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly flew into the air.

Fu Linghe picked her up horizontally and rolled up her nightgown, revealing her slender white calves.

"Put me down!" Yun Zheng patted his shoulder anxiously, "You just finished deep hypnosis, you can't..."

Fu Linghe had already strode towards the door, and glanced down at her when he heard the words.

Silver hair fell in front of his forehead, making his eyes look even deeper. "Mrs. Fu, are you questioning my physical strength?"

He shook his arms deliberately, scaring Yun Zheng so much that she hurriedly put her arms around his neck.

This action pleased the man, and a low laugh escaped his throat. "Don't worry, even if you're weak, you won't be unable to hold your wife."

The warm yellow wall lamps in the corridor stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

Yun Zheng buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar woody scent, and suddenly noticed that he walked a little slower than usual.

After all, he had just undergone deep hypnosis, how could he be really fine?

"Fu Linghe." She said sullenly, her fingertips unconsciously curling the hair at the back of his neck, "If you do this kind of thing again without telling me next time..."

"Are you punishing me by not allowing me to sleep in the master bedroom with you?" He had already walked to the door of room 1806 and gently kicked the half-closed door open with his foot.

Yun Zheng: “…”

She couldn't bear to do that!

Inside the presidential suite, the morning sunlight has already filled half of the living room.

Fu Linghe walked straight to the bedroom and gently placed her on the king-size bed.

Just as Yun Zheng was about to stand up, he pushed her back into the pillow with one hand.

"Don't move." He knelt on the edge of the bed, his free hand dialing the intercom. "Send up the hangover soup, with some honey."

As soon as the call was hung up, Yun Zheng grabbed his sleeve and said, "Lie down too."

Seeing him raise an eyebrow, she added confidently, "Doctor Cheng said you need to rest. This is the doctor's order."

Fu Linghe chuckled and lay down beside her obediently.

The moment the mattress sank, Yun Zheng rolled into his arms very consciously, with her forehead resting on his collarbone.

This subconscious action of dependence made the man's eyes darken, and his arms wrapped around her slender waist.

"Now you can interrogate me." He entwined a lock of her black hair with his fingertips, creating ambiguous circles around his knuckles. "Mrs. Fu, you can ask me anything you want to know, and I promise to answer truthfully."

Yun Zheng opened her mouth and bit his collarbone. She only let go when she heard a sexy moan from above her head. "You deliberately sent me away that day just to hypnotize me, right?"

"Not entirely..." Fu Linghe's palm slid slowly down her spine, "Because you really haven't had a good rest for a long time."

He suddenly rolled over and pressed her down, his silver hair falling to create a private space. "Another reason is that if you don't leave, you definitely won't let me hypnotize you."

This posture made Yun Zheng hold her breath instantly.

Their noses touched, and she could see the tiny golden lines in his pupils, and could also feel the burning heat gradually awakening somewhere.

Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips. "After the first hypnosis, I could only see some sporadic images..."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Fu Linghe clicked his tongue and reluctantly stood up.

When the waiter pushed the food cart in, Yun Zheng hurriedly buried her face in the pillow, her ears red as if blood was dripping.

"Honey and grapefruit hangover soup." The waiter put down the gilded porcelain bowl without looking away. "And what Mr. Fu ordered..."

"Just put it down." Fu Linghe interrupted coldly, scaring the waiter so much that he trembled uncontrollably.

After the door closed, Yun Zheng poked her head in curiously, "What else did you order?"

Fu Linghe had already sat back down beside the bed with the hangover soup. He scooped up a spoonful and blew on it. "Breakfast."

Yun Zheng stuck her head out to take a look and saw a sumptuous breakfast on the second floor of the dining car.

"I asked the hotel manager to line up at 4:30. I thought you wouldn't wake up even after I finished hypnotizing you. I thought we could have dinner together when I came back, but I didn't expect you to wake up so early."

She usually likes to sleep in, and she slept so late last night. Fu Linghe thought she would definitely not wake up, but he was wrong!

Fu Linghe handed the spoon to her lips and said, "Drink it while it's hot, and then eat the buns."

The hangover soup is at just the right temperature, sweet and sour with a slight spicy kick.

Yun Zheng felt uncomfortable being fed by Fu Linghe spoonful by spoonful, so she took the bowl from his hand and drank the remaining hangover soup in one gulp.

She casually handed the empty bowl to Fu Linghe. He took the bowl and placed it on the bedside, then suddenly hugged her and put her on his lap.

This posture caused her nightgown to roll up to her thighs. She hurriedly tried to pull the hem of her skirt, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't move." His voice was hoarse, and his fingertips touched her temples and massaged them gently. "Is this better?"

Yun Zheng squinted her eyes in comfort.

His technique was professional, and he used just the right amount of force to relieve the cramping pain.

The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on them. She rubbed against his arms unconsciously, like a cat having its fur stroked.

"Fu Linghe." She suddenly spoke, poking his chest with her finger, "You were just in 1807..."

Before he could finish his words, he was swallowed into a lingering kiss.

The kiss was incredibly gentle.

Yun Zheng was kissed so hard that her whole body went limp. She vaguely heard his voice coming from above her head, "Don't talk. Pay attention!"

She had been completely bewitched by the man's voice, but suddenly came to her senses and bit his lower lip in revenge.

"Hiss—" Fu Linghe felt pain, but smiled indulgently, "Mrs. Fu, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Yun Zheng was about to retort when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Her back sank into the fluffy blanket as her head spun.

Fu Linghe unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, exposing his muscular chest inch by inch in the morning light.

"You..." Yun Zheng hurriedly pulled the quilt over her, "Doctor Cheng said you need to rest!"

Fu Linghe had already unbuttoned the last button, and as he leaned over, his silver hair brushed against her collarbone. "Then he also said..."

His lips pressed against her earlobe, his hot breath causing her to shudder. "Exercise will help restore your memory."

"How could he possibly say something like that... Ugh!"

The protests were completely silenced.

As Fu Linghe's hand slid along her waistline and into the hem of her skirt, the bedside phone suddenly rang.

"Mr. Fu." The bodyguard's respectful voice came from the loudspeaker, "Young Master Mo is looking for his wife."

The charming atmosphere froze in an instant.

Fu Linghe's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the muscles of his arm that was supporting Yun Zheng's ear were stretched into sharp lines.

"Tell him to wait." The chill in his voice made Yun Zheng shiver. "Just say the mistress is hungover and I'm serving her some sobering soup."

After hanging up the phone, Yun Zheng poked his tense abdominal muscles and said, "Don't..."

"Let me feed you first." Fu Linghe suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bathroom, his tone firm, "He won't look for you in a hurry."

The shower was turned on, filling the room with mist.

The water rushed down, and warm drops of water dripped down Fu Linghe's silver hair and onto Yun Zheng's shoulders.

In the mist, his slender fingers ran through her wet black hair, and his fingertips gently massaged her scalp.

"Does your head still hurt?" Fu Linghe's voice sounded particularly low amidst the sound of water, and his other hand firmly supported her slightly shaking body.

Yun Zheng shook her head, water drops rolling down her eyelashes. The dizziness from the hangover was much relieved by the hot water.

But it was replaced by another more frightening heat.

Fu Linghe's chest was pressed against her back, and she could clearly feel his strong heartbeat.

"I can do it myself..." She tried to turn around, but the man held her shoulders.

"Don't move." Fu Linghe squeezed some shampoo into his palm and rubbed it into a fine foam. "Xiao Paocai, let's see if you dare to drink again in the future?"

Yun Zheng shrank her neck guiltily, "I only drank half a cup."

"It's only half a cup." Fu Linghe's fingertips sank into the roots of her hair, and his foamy fingertips gently scraped across her scalp. "But Madam, you forgot that half a cup of Iceland Thousand Tea has the same alcohol content as two bottles of whiskey."

He suddenly pulled her shoulders, water droplets splashing on the tiles, "Do you remember why I took you to drink this last night?"

Yun Zheng felt dizzy from the heat and shook her head, and water droplets flowed down her wet hair onto his chest.

"Madam said she wanted to drink the strongest liquor." Fu Linghe suddenly pressed her against the bathroom glass, and cold water droplets slid down their touching skin. "You said you wanted to try something exciting."

Yun Zheng's face turned red instantly, even the tips of her ears were red and almost transparent.

She turned her face away in panic, but Fu Linghe pinched her chin and turned her back.

Drops of water rolled down her wet eyelashes, like tears of embarrassment.

"I, I was..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost became a whisper.

Fu Linghe chuckled, his hot breath spraying on her ear, "Mrs. Fu, do you know that after you got drunk last night..."

He deliberately dragged out his tone, and lightly stroked her waist with his fingertips, "She said she wanted to have a baby with me!"

"Impossible!" Yun Zheng suddenly looked up and the back of her head hit the glass with a "bang".

She gasped in pain, but she didn't bother to rub it. She hurriedly grabbed Fu Linghe's wrist, "You're lying! How could I..."

He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence.

Because she saw the cunning flash in Fu Linghe's eyes and the smile that could not be suppressed at the corner of his mouth.

"Fu Linghe!" She pounded his chest in frustration, the splash of water wetting their tangled hair. "You're kidding me!"

Fu Linghe took her wrist and pulled her into his arms, then reached out and gently rubbed the back of her head where she had just touched.

The hot water washed over the two bodies pressed together, and the rising mist blurred the mirror and Yun Zheng's increasingly red face.

"But..." His lips pressed against her ear, his voice unusually low and hoarse, "I have seriously considered Mrs. Fu's proposal, and it is very feasible."

Yun Zheng's toes curled up instantly, and her nails unconsciously scratched several red marks on his back.

She wanted to push him away out of shame and anger, but the man grabbed her waist and pressed her tighter.

"Stop it..." Her protest was washed away by the water, "Mo Shian is still outside..."

Fu Linghe suddenly turned off the shower and the bathroom became quiet instantly.

He pulled the bath towel over and wrapped Yun Zheng like a silkworm, leaving only her rosy little face exposed.

"Are you shy now?" He scratched the tip of her nose with his finger, his eyes full of doting. "Last night, you announced in front of the whole bar that you were going to have a baby for me."

Yun Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, this time she was really panicked, "Did I really say that?"