Chapter 402 The Mo Family Returns to Country A

The airport was shrouded in mist in the early morning. Yun Zheng, wrapped in Fu Linghe's camel-colored cashmere scarf, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the VIP waiting room.

The glass reflected her slightly red eyes, and behind her, the elders of the Mo family were making the final confirmation of the luggage.

"This thermos contains red date tea. Drink some on the way back."

Ning Zhi pressed the cherry blossom-patterned cup into Yun Zheng's hand, her fingertips lingering on her palm for three seconds longer. "Mom will text you every day."

Mo Chenfeng was talking quietly with Fu Linghe when he suddenly turned around and put a black card into his daughter's pocket. "Buy whatever you want. Don't force yourself."

He added stiffly, "Including hot and sour noodles and spicy noodles."

Yun Zheng burst out laughing, but tears fell uncontrollably.

Mo Shian immediately pressed the handkerchief gently against the corner of her eye, "Okay, stop crying, your makeup will be ruined. Whenever you miss us, just call us and we'll come to see you."

He specially wore the dark blue tie that Yun Zheng gave him today, and the tie clip was in the shape of a star.

When the boarding notice sounded, Mr. Mo suddenly tapped the tip of Fu Linghe's shoe with his cane and said, "Remember what you said."

The old man's eyes were sharp. After seeing Fu Linghe nod seriously, he turned around and rubbed Yun Zheng's head. "Girl, Grandpa has left a surprise for you in the piano room."

Yun Zheng stood still until the Mo family members disappeared at the end of the corridor bridge.

Fu Linghe wrapped her completely in his coat from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Zheng Zheng?"

"I'm fine." Yun Zheng said in a muffled voice. She turned around and buried her face in his chest, smelling the familiar cedar scent and calming her breathing.

A small wet mark soon appeared on Fu Linghe's suit pocket.

Outside the glass curtain wall of the airport, a silver-white plane was slowly sliding towards the runway.

Yun Zheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the VIP waiting room, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the star bell on her wrist, her eyes following the plane carrying her loved ones.

Fu Linghe stood half a step behind her, his palm gently placed on her waist, silently transmitting his body temperature.

He could feel Yun Zheng's shoulders trembling slightly, like a little bird shivering in the cold wind.

"Zheng Zheng." He called her softly, his voice so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Yun Zheng didn't look back, but just shook her head slightly.

The roar of the plane engine came from far away, and finally it took off into the sky, drawing a white arc on the blue sky.

It was not until the plane turned into a small dot and completely disappeared from sight that Yun Zheng slowly turned around. Her eyes were red but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Fu Linghe said nothing, but just held her in his arms and let her bury her face in his chest.

He deliberately wore a soft cotton shirt today because he was afraid that the fabric would hurt Yun Zheng's delicate cheeks when she cried.

"Shall we go home?" Fu Linghe asked in a low voice after Yun Zheng's emotions calmed down a little.

Yun Zheng shook her head, her voice muffled in his chest, "I don't want to go back...it's too quiet at home."

Tanxi Garden was so busy these past two days that everyone left at once, and she still wasn't used to it.

Fu Linghe pondered for a moment, and suddenly had an idea, "Okay, then I'll take you somewhere."

Thirty minutes later, a black Maybach drove out of the city and headed south along the coastal highway.

Yun Zheng leaned against the car window, watching the sea view passing by rapidly outside the window. The sunlight shining through the glass cast tiny golden shadows on her eyelashes.

"Where are you going?" she finally asked.

Fu Linghe's lips curled up into a mysterious smile, "Secret."

The car finally stopped at the entrance to a private beach.

This beach is the most private one among the resorts developed by the Fu Group in its early years and is only open to a very small number of people.

The soft white sand glows golden in the sun, and the waves gently hit the shore, leaving behind wet traces.

Fu Linghe took out a huge picnic basket and a cashmere blanket from the trunk, and with his other hand, he steadily supported Yun Zheng as they walked down the wooden plank road.

The sea breeze blew by, bringing with it a salty and moist scent, blowing away the loose hair at Yun Zheng's temples.

"Be careful with the steps." Fu Linghe reminded her, his hands always protecting her waist.

They stopped about ten meters away from the waves.

Fu Linghe skillfully spread out the blanket and took out a few cushions from the picnic basket to create a comfortable resting place for Yun Zheng.

"Sit here." He helped Yun Zheng sit down slowly, then as if by magic, he pulled out a cup of steaming ginger tea from the basket. "Mother Wu prepared this. She said it can relieve morning sickness."

Yun Zheng took the cup and felt the warmth from her fingertips.

She took a sip, the sweet and spicy liquid sliding down her throat, and warmth spreading from her stomach to her whole body.

"Don't you want to drink?" Yun Zheng handed the cup to him.

Fu Linghe shook his head and took out another thermos from the basket. "I have coffee."

He paused, then added, "Low-fat."

Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing.

Ever since she became pregnant, Fu Linghe switched all his coffee to decaffeinated coffee, saying that he wanted to share the good and bad times with her.

With the sunshine, waves, slightly salty sea breeze, and the warm company of those around her, Yun Zheng felt the dull pain in her chest gradually dissipate.

She took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the soft sand, feeling the wonderful touch of sand overflowing from between her toes.

"Want to go for a walk on the beach?" Fu Linghe asked, standing up and extending his hand.

Yun Zheng nodded and placed her hand in his broad palm.

Fu Linghe's palms were warm and dry, with a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, which were the marks left by years of holding a pen and exercising.

These hands can sign contracts worth hundreds of millions in business negotiations, and can also gently massage her cramped calves late at night.

They walked slowly along the coastline, leaving behind a series of deep and shallow footprints.

Yun Zheng's footprints were small and delicate, while Fu Linghe's were broad and powerful. The two sets of footprints intertwined together and were gently smoothed out by the surging waves.

"Ling He," Yun Zheng suddenly stopped and pointed into the distance, "Look."

The setting sun is slowly sinking into the sea level, dyeing the entire sky golden red.

The clouds were coated with a gorgeous halo, and countless tiny golden lights were dancing on the sea, as if diamonds were scattered all over the ground.

Fu Linghe didn't look at the scenery, his eyes were always on Yun Zheng's face.

The afterglow of the setting sun gave her a soft golden edge, her eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on her face, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth made his heart beat faster than any other scenery.

"It's beautiful." He murmured, but he was not talking about the scenery.

Yun Zheng seemed to notice his gaze, turned her head, and met his deep eyes.

At that moment, the sea breeze, the sound of waves, the sunset, everything seemed to be still.

Fu Linghe slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss as soft as a feather on her lips.

This kiss contained no lust, only endless cherishment and tenderness.

Yun Zheng closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips and smelling the faint cedar scent on him mixed with the salty sea breeze.

When they separated, the sun had already set most of the way down, and the sky was a dreamy purple-red.

Yun Zheng suddenly felt tired. After becoming pregnant, her physical strength was always not as good as before.

She leaned lightly on Fu Linghe's shoulder and yawned slightly.

"Tired?" Fu Linghe immediately noticed her condition.

Yun Zheng nodded, a little embarrassed, "I can't walk anymore."

Fu Linghe squatted down in front of her without saying a word, "Come up."

Yun Zheng hesitated for a moment, "I'm very heavy now..."

"Zheng Zheng," Fu Linghe turned to look at her with a firm gaze, "your current weight plus the weight of your two children is less than half of the weight I usually use for fitness."

Only then did Yun Zheng carefully lie on his back.

Fu Linghe stood up easily, his hands firmly supporting her knees. His back was broad and warm, with well-defined muscles but not painful.

Yun Zheng put her face against his shoulder and neck and could clearly feel his strong heartbeat.

"Go to sleep," Fu Linghe's voice came from his chest, with a reassuring vibration, "I'll take you back."

Yun Zheng nodded dazedly, her eyelids growing heavier.

Fu Linghe's steps were steady and even, like a ship sailing on a calm sea, which made her relax involuntarily.

The star bells rang softly with his steps, like a gentle lullaby.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt Fu Linghe carefully stepping onto the wooden steps of the villa, his movements so gentle as if he was carrying some fragile treasure.

The electronic sound of the door lock opening, the subtle hum of the air conditioner running, and then the touch of soft bedding.

"Zheng Zheng, change your clothes before going to bed." Fu Linghe's voice came from far away.

Yun Zheng forced herself to open her eyes and found herself lying on the big bed in the bedroom.

Fu Linghe was kneeling on one knee beside the bed, holding a silk pajamas in her hand, and looking at the sand on her skirt with a frown.

"Well... I'll change it tomorrow..." Yun Zheng turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.

Fu Linghe gently held her shoulders and said, "The sand will hurt you."

His voice was gentle but unyielding. "I'll help you."

Yun Zheng was in a daze and let him do whatever he wanted.

Fu Linghe's movements were extremely gentle. He first used a wet towel to wipe off the sand on her ankles and arms, then helped her take off her dress and change into comfortable pajamas.

When Yun Zheng lay back in bed, she let out a sigh of contentment.

Fu Linghe tucked the quilt for her and gave her a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

"Fu Linghe..." Yun Zheng grabbed his wrist in a state of half-awakeness, "Stay with me..."

Fu Linghe looked at his watch and saw that he still had several important emails to reply to.

But Yun Zheng's slightly frowned brows made him make a decision immediately.

He gently took off his coat, lay down beside her, and carefully held her in his arms.

"Go to sleep, I'm here." He promised quietly.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunset sank into the sea level, replaced by a sky full of stars.

The sound of waves can be heard faintly, like a never-ending lullaby.

Yun Zheng fell asleep in Fu Linghe's arms with a relieved smile on her face.

Fu Linghe gazed at her peaceful sleeping face in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

His palm gently covered her unpregnant belly, where the fruit of their love was being nurtured.