Chapter 222 I'm more worried about you than being angry
Along the way, Fu Linghe didn't say a word.
Yun Zheng's wrist was tightly grasped by him, and she could clearly feel the burning temperature of his palm.
The force was neither too strong nor too weak, not enough to hurt her, but also enough to prevent her from breaking free.
His thumb unconsciously rubbed her wrist bone, as if to confirm her presence, but also as if to suppress some surging emotions.
On an early winter evening, the air is filled with the scent of Christmas roses.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long. Fu Linghe walked so fast that Yun Zheng had to jog to keep up with him.
She secretly looked up at him. His jawline was extremely tense, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the strands of hair on his forehead were slightly wet with sweat and stuck to his cold white skin.
"Fu Linghe..." She called him softly, her voice like a dandelion blown away by the wind.
Fu Linghe paused for a moment, but soon quickened his pace again.
Yun Zheng noticed that the muscles on the back of his neck were stretched into sharp lines, and the back of his shirt was wet.
In the elevator, Fu Linghe finally let go of her wrist.
Yun Zheng looked down and saw a faint red mark on her fair skin.
She rubbed her wrist gently and heard Fu Linghe take a deep breath beside her.
The elevator mirror reflected his gloomy face, his brows were furrowed, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.
Still no words!
With a "ding" sound, the elevator reached the top floor.
Fu Linghe grabbed her hand again, this time with less force, but with an irresistible determination.
The sound of facial lock recognition was particularly clear in the silent corridor, and Yun Zheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated with the "beep" sound.
As soon as the door closed, Fu Linghe turned around abruptly, grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall of the entrance.
Yun Zheng's back touched the cold wall and she couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Fu Linghe's breath was heavy and hot, spraying on her face, with a mixture of mint and tobacco.
"What did you promise me when you were at home?" His voice was dangerously low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
Yun Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she avoided looking at him.
She could feel his chest rising and falling violently, and the hot temperature came through the thin fabric.
Fu Linghe rested his other hand on the wall beside her ear, completely covering her in his shadow.
"You clearly said you wouldn't wander around alone, and you wouldn't leave my sight."
Fu Linghe's breathing was rapid, and his voice was trembling. "Do you know how scared I was when I came out of the study and found you missing?"
Only then did Yun Zheng notice that what was surging in his eyes was not just anger, but something deeper: fear.
This discovery suddenly softened her heart.
She raised her hand cautiously and lightly touched his tense chin with her fingertips.
"I'm sorry." She said softly, "I'm just bored being alone, and I didn't want to disturb you at work..."
Fu Linghe closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling. When he opened them again, the storm in his eyes had subsided a little.
He released the hand that was restraining her, and instead put his hand on her waist, then gently pulled her into his arms.
Yun Zheng pressed her face against his chest and heard his heartbeat like thunder.
Fu Linghe rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice muffled, "Zheng Zheng, I don't mean to blame you. It's just that this is not the capital, and I'm afraid..." His arms tightened, "I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you."
Fu Linghe admitted that he was quite possessive, but today's matter had nothing to do with possessiveness. He was simply worried about her safety!
These words made Yun Zheng's nose ache.
She nuzzled into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. "I know...I wasn't thoughtful enough."
She raised her face, finally mustering the courage to look him in the eye. "But I really didn't mean to worry you."
Fu Linghe sighed and stroked the corners of her slightly red eyes with his thumb.
The sunlight slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting tiny spots of light on her face.
Only then did he notice her scattered hair, the hairband was gone, and a few strands of hair were stuck to the side of her neck by sweat.
"Where's your hair tie?" he asked softly, his fingers gently tucking the strands of hair behind her ear.
Yun Zheng's eyes lit up when she heard this. "I just saved an old man downstairs! He had an asthma attack, so I ran to the pharmacy to buy him some medicine..."
She suddenly stopped here because Fu Linghe's fingertips were gently stroking the petal birthmark on her earlobe.
It was a pink birthmark the size of a fingernail, shaped like a cherry blossom petal.
Fu Linghe's eyes became deep, and his fingertips lingered on that piece of skin.
"What's wrong?" Yun Zheng blinked in confusion.
Fu Linghe came back to his senses, a gentle smile on his lips, "It's okay, I'm just proud of my Zheng Zheng."
He bent down and kissed the birthmark. "Kind and brave."
Yun Zheng's face instantly turned red like a ripe apple. She patted his chest lightly, "You just know how to comfort me."
Fu Linghe took her hand and led her to the living room.
He sat down on the sofa and with a little effort pulled her onto his lap.
Yun Zheng exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.
"Hey!" She glared at him in embarrassment, but received a kiss on his forehead in return.
Fu Linghe's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
He buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath. "You must tell me where you are going from now on, okay?"
Yun Zheng could sense his uneasiness, and her heart softened like a pool of spring water.
She combed her fingers through his somewhat messy hair and promised softly, "Okay."
"Are you just trying to please me?" Fu Linghe looked up, his eyes so serious that it made her heart palpitate.
Yun Zheng held his face and pecked him on the lips. "I promise."
She winked slyly. "But you have to make up for the fright I gave you today."
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows, his eyes questioning, "Oh? Who's scaring who?"
"Of course you scared me!" Yun Zheng poked his hard chest. "You kept a stern face and didn't say a word the whole way, and you even pushed me against the wall..."
Her words were cut off by a sudden kiss. Fu Linghe's lips were warm and soft, filled with careful cherishment.
When he stepped back, Yun Zheng was already leaning on his shoulder in a daze.
"Is this enough compensation?" he asked with a low chuckle, his fingers gently rubbing circles on her waist.
Yun Zheng snorted, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
The sunlight cast the overlapping figures of the two people on the ground, like a quiet silhouette painting.
Fu Linghe suddenly remembered something and frowned again: "That old man...didn't do anything to you, right?"
"What can he do to me?" Yun Zheng laughed. "He looks like an ordinary old man, and I feel he is as kind and amiable as Grandpa Fu.
Fu Linghe shook his head helplessly. "Everyone seems so kind. Did the old man go back home or to the hospital?"
"He should have gone home." Yun Zheng looked at him in surprise. "Are you not angry anymore?"
If he was still angry, he wouldn't have asked the old man.
"Angry." Fu Linghe pinched her nose, "but more worried about you."
His eyes softened. "Besides... I should trust your judgment."
These words warmed Yun Zheng's heart. She leaned into his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, and suddenly felt that the thrill of this afternoon was worth it.
As dusk deepened, Fu Linghe turned on the lights in the living room. In the warm yellow light, he noticed the red mark on Yun Zheng's wrist that had not yet completely faded.
He held it gently, his thumb rubbing over the mark guiltily. "Does it hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head and held his hand against her face. "Your hand hurts more, doesn't it? You've been holding it so tightly all the way..."
Fu Linghe's throat rolled and he hugged her in his arms again.
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