Chapter 188 Shut up! Behave yourself!
"Fu Linghe!" Her voice trembled, "Don't..."
The subtle sound of the zipper sliding down was particularly clear in the confined space. Fu Linghe reached out to help her pull up the dress from behind.
Even with the zipper zipped all the way down, the dress didn't slip down.
Fu Linghe's breathing became noticeably heavier, and his fingertips inevitably brushed against her exposed skin.
"Okay." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of forbearance and restraint.
Yun Zheng held the dress in front of her chest and turned around carefully, but she was tripped by the hanging skirt and fell forward.
Fu Linghe quickly caught her, and the two of them fell down together on the soft bench in the locker room.
"Throw yourself into my arms," he raised his eyebrows, his arms tightly around her waist.
"No!" Yun Zheng was embarrassed and annoyed. She put her hands on the man's legs and struggled to get up. "Who told you to follow me in?"
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened suddenly, and he grabbed her restless hands, "Don't touch me."
His Adam's apple rolled, "Unless you want to be here!"
Yun Zheng retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her face red as if blood could drip out, "You...you get out!"
"It's too late." Fu Linghe pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, his tone aggrieved and rogue, "You should have locked me out before you came in just now."
"Mrs. Fu, it's not a good habit to throw things away after use~"
Yun Zheng was completely helpless with him and could only compromise, "Shut up and behave yourself!"
"Yeah." He agreed readily, but his hand restlessly played with a strand of her hair. "Just watch for a while, nothing to do."
As a result, the next second, his kiss fell on the small petal-shaped birthmark on her right shoulder blade.
Yun Zheng shuddered and heard him chuckle in her ear, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Fu Linghe!"
"I'm here." He responded straightforwardly, but his arms tightened around her, clinging to her like a big dog. "Mrs. Fu smells so good..."
Yun Zheng had no choice but to change her clothes faster.
But whenever she wanted to take something, Fu Linghe would always be the first to hand it to her, like a human pendant.
"You really are..." She put on her regular clothes and turned to glare at him, "like a shadow."
Fu Linghe didn't take it seriously. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her lips. "Well, it's nice to be Mrs. Fu's little shadow."
Yun Zheng: ...
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for the Fu Group's annual meeting.
Yun Zheng woke up early in the morning.
She turned over and checked the time—it was only five in the morning.
I clearly didn’t go to bed early last night, but I’m inexplicably awake today.
She turned her head to look at the man beside her.
Fu Linghe was still sleeping, his brows relaxed, his breathing even, his long arms still draped around her waist, holding her in his arms possessively.
Yun Zheng moved slightly and wanted to get up quietly, but he grabbed her back.
"It's still early, sleep a little longer." His voice was low and hoarse, with the laziness of waking up in the morning. He didn't even open his eyes, but just tightened his arms and pressed her into his arms.
"I can't sleep..." Yun Zheng protested softly.
Fu Linghe finally opened his eyes, lowered his gaze to look at her, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "nervous"
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and did not deny it.
Fu Linghe gently kissed her cheek with the laziness typical of waking up in the morning, until Yun Zheng grabbed the front of his pajamas and her breathing gradually calmed down.
"What are you afraid of?" He nuzzled her flushed cheek, "I'm here."
Under his coaxing, Yun Zheng fell asleep again in a daze.
When I woke up again, the sunlight had already filled half of the bedroom.
Yun Zheng sat up suddenly, and the thin silk quilt slipped off her shoulders.
"It's nine o'clock!" She panicked and pushed the man who was still dozing beside her. "Isn't the makeup artist coming at eight o'clock?"
Fu Linghe lazily opened his eyes and reached out to pull her back into his arms. "Why rush? I'll ask them to come back at ten o'clock."
Yun Zheng was pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and suddenly realized something, "You did it on purpose"
"Yeah." Fu Linghe admitted generously, playing with a strand of her hair with his fingertips. "Someone tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning and needs to catch up on some sleep."
He threw back the quilt and got out of bed, the morning light outlining his slender waist.
Yun Zheng blushed and looked away, but she heard his voice coming from the cloakroom, "What do you want to eat today? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it."
"Whatever..." She mumbled while wrapped in the quilt, and suddenly remembered something, "No! I have to wear a dress today, so I can't eat too much. What if I can't wear it later?"
Fu Linghe came out with two suits and raised his eyebrows when he heard this. "Mrs. Fu would look good even in a sack."
Seeing Yun Zheng glaring at him, he smiled and added, "Don't worry, I asked the nutritionist to adjust the menu."
The breakfast was much richer than Yun Zheng had imagined.
On the small round table on the terrace were smoked salmon, toast, a berry yogurt bowl and a cup of steaming ginger tea.
Fu Linghe sat opposite her, wearing a neat suit, flipping through the financial report on his tablet, glancing up at her from time to time.
"I really don't want to eat it." Yun Zheng picked up a piece of toast covered with jam and waved it in front of him.
Fu Linghe grabbed her wrist and took a bite of her hand. "Just feed yourself first. I'm not in a hurry."
The man said one thing and thought another. He said he was not in a hurry, but he was actually eating happily.
Yun Zheng's cheeks turned slightly red and she snorted softly, but she did not pull back her wrist. Instead, she let Fu Linghe finish the toast.
After breakfast, the styling team that Fu Linghe found for Yun Zheng arrived on time.
When the styling team came in, Fu Linghe was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window answering the phone.
The sunlight filtered through the glass, casting tiny spots of light on his chiseled profile. His long legs, wrapped in suit trousers, were casually crossed, and his every move was filled with the dignity of a superior.
Although he was on the phone making arrangements, he caught a glimpse of Yun Zheng being escorted towards the dressing table. His tone suddenly turned cold, "Security will check again. Send the media list to Special Assistant Qi for review."
Yun Zheng's eyes met his in the mirror, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Fu Linghe didn't know when he hung up the phone, but when she came to her senses, he was already beside her.
He just watched quietly from the side and did not disturb the makeup artist who was applying makeup.
But even if he didn't speak, no one could ignore his presence.
The makeup artist was inevitably a little nervous, and Yun Zheng could feel it.
"Why don't you go change your clothes?" Yun Zheng didn't drive Fu Linghe away directly, but just asked in a tactful way.
Fu Linghe is so smart, how could he not understand the meaning of her words.
He chuckled softly, tapping the back of Yun Zheng's chair with his fingertips. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you sending me away?" His warm breath brushed against her ear. "Okay, I'll listen to Mrs. Fu."
He stood up, unbuttoned his suit with one hand, and walked towards the cloakroom.
But after taking two steps, she suddenly turned back and said to the makeup artist, "Don't put too much makeup on her eyes. She has beautiful eyes to begin with."
The makeup artist's hand shook and the eyeliner was almost drawn crookedly.
Yun Zheng glared at him in the mirror, "Fu Linghe!"
He raised an eyebrow, looking innocent. "What's wrong? I was just making a suggestion."
Yun Zheng took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm. "Go change your clothes first."
Fu Linghe curled the corners of his lips slightly, and finally took a step forward and left.
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