Chapter 105 The misunderstanding is resolved, it's really my aunt
Yun Zheng tapped her aching head, slipped on her slippers, and walked towards the bathroom in a daze.
She turned on the faucet and the cold water splashed on her face, but the chaos in her head did not diminish at all.
Drops of water slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the sink, making a crisp sound and hitting her messy heart.
After a quick wash, she pulled out a loose home outfit from the closet and put it on casually.
Her hair was casually tied behind her head, with a few strands of hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, making her look more haggard.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but when she thought that Fu Linghe might be downstairs, her heart began to beat uncontrollably again.
She no longer knew how to get along with him normally.
She couldn't pretend she didn't know about that!
She was in a bad mood and walked down the stairs slowly with heavy steps. Every step was painful.
As soon as she reached the stairs, Yun Zheng's eyes met the woman in the living room.
The woman was wearing an exquisite Chanel-style suit, the slim cut perfectly outlined her figure, and the classic Chanel tweed fabric shone with a low-key luster in the sun.
She sat elegantly on the sofa with a dignified posture, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. The rising steam added a touch of leisurely charm to her.
Yun Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart also shrank suddenly, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
The woman in the living room was none other than the one holding hands with Fu Linghe in the photo yesterday.
In an instant, a surge of blood rushed to his head, and his head, which was already hungover, was buzzing even more, as if millions of bees were buzzing in his ears.
Yun Zheng's mind uncontrollably emerged with the intimate scenes of the two people in the photo. Those scenes were like sharp knives, hitting her heart directly.
She never expected that Fu Linghe would bring the person back so soon.
How much does he care about this woman that he would bring her back to their marital home without any scruples?
This thought kept circling in Yun Zheng's mind like a spell.
But what can she do?
She had no right to blame Fu Linghe, nor did she have the right to kick him out.
After all, this is Fu Linghe's home and he is the master here.
Yun Zheng curled the corners of her lips in self-mockery, that smile full of bitterness and helplessness.
She took a deep breath, trying to adjust her emotions and try to make herself look less embarrassed.
But with every step I took, my heart felt like it was being hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the pain became more intense.
Fu Yuchu heard footsteps and gracefully raised her head, looking towards the stairs.
She had a nice smile on her face, one that was just right, neither too enthusiastic nor too off-putting.
She was the first to greet Yun Zheng, "You are Yun Zheng, right?"
Yun Zheng paused, her body stiffening slightly. A smile uglier than crying appeared on her face. She nodded stiffly, her throat seemed to be choked by something, and it took a long time for her to squeeze out a word, "Yes, I am."
She tried desperately to suppress the waves in her heart and tried to make her voice sound calm, but the slightly trembling ending of her voice still mercilessly revealed the turmoil in her heart at the moment.
She walked down the stairs slowly, each step feeling like she was stepping on cotton, weak and light, as if she would fall at any second.
Her eyes involuntarily wandered to Fu Yuchu. The exquisite suit and elegant posture made Yun Zheng feel like an ugly duckling that didn't fit in.
"Hello, I heard Ling He mentioned you." Fu Yuchu put down the coffee cup, stood up, took two steps towards Yun Zheng in a friendly manner, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with her.
The hand was white and slender, with neatly trimmed nails and painted with light nail polish, exuding a sense of nobility.
Yun Zheng stared at the hand, stunned for a moment, as if time had stopped at this moment.
She was struggling internally, on the one hand wariness and hostility towards this woman, and on the other hand basic courtesy.
She slowly extended her hand, gently touched Fu Yuchu's hand, then quickly retracted it, her tone cold and disappointed with self-mockery, "Really?"
Fu Yuchu seemed unaware of Yun Zheng's indifference and said with a smile, "That stingy guy bought you milk tea and a small cake yesterday. He wouldn't even share one of the small cakes with me."
When Yun Zheng heard the word "small cake", her heart skipped a beat, as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer.
Fu Yuchu's original intention was to tell Yun Zheng that Fu Linghe cared about her very much.
But Yun Zheng, who had already misunderstood the relationship between the two, only felt that it was a provocation.
She curled her lips bitterly, and there was no warmth in her cold eyes, only indifference and alienation.
Fu Yuchu was also a little puzzled. This shouldn't be the case. This was the first time she met his nephew's wife. She wasn't that annoying, right?
Why does it seem like Yun Zheng doesn't like her, and even seems a little hostile?
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, how could this happen!
Fu Linghe had just come out of the study upstairs after processing documents and was about to go to Yun Zheng's room to see if she had gotten up.
Then I heard Fu Yuchu's voice drifting into my ears.
Fu Linghe was startled and quickly quickened his pace and ran downstairs.
Although he had explained it to Yun Zheng last night, she was so drunk that she probably didn't hear much. If she met Fu Yuchu, it would be all over.
When Fu Linghe reached the stairs, it was already late. Fu Yuchu and Yun Zheng had already met in the living room.
Although he was worried, he was not panicked at all.
"Have you given the gift for meeting me? You keep talking to my Zheng Zheng." Fu Linghe had a careless smile on his face. He quickly walked to Yun Zheng's side, put his arm around her waist, and hid her behind him.
Yun Zheng turned her head to look at Fu Linghe's profile, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
"Where's the meeting gift, auntie?" Fu Linghe glanced at Yun Zheng first, then raised an eyebrow at Fu Yuchu, "You wouldn't want to give a meeting gift, so just let my Zheng Zheng call you auntie."
"Aunt" Yun Zheng's dim eyes suddenly showed some surprise. She looked up at Fu Linghe with disbelief in her eyes.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Fu Yuchu, Fu Linghe's aunt." Fu Yuchu chuckled and took out a red velvet box from her handbag and handed it to Yun Zheng. "Here, Zhengzheng, this is a meeting gift prepared by your aunt. Don't be disgusted."
Yun Zheng looked at the gift box in front of her and was at a loss as to what to do. She looked to Fu Linghe beside her for help.
Fu Linghe gently pinched her waist and whispered in her ear, "Take it. This is a gift from your aunt."
His warm breath sprayed on Yun Zheng's ears, making her tremble slightly and loosening the defenses in her heart a little.
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