Chapter 234 Your husband is not so easy to control!
Fu Linghe didn't even pause, as if he didn't hear what he said. He curled his lips in disdain and went downstairs with Yun Zheng in his arms.
The light and shadow of the crystal chandelier fell on the hem of Yun Zheng's skirt, flowing freely. She moved closer to Fu Linghe and asked in a low voice with some concern, "Mo Shi'an knows you came to Country A. Are you okay?"
Aren't the Fu family and the Mo family irreconcilable and incompatible?
The leader of the Fu family appeared on the Mo family's territory. How could they miss such a good opportunity?
Will he be in danger?
Fu Linghe felt her slightly cold fingertips, and calmly wrapped her hand in his palm, gently stroking the ring on her ring finger with his fingertips.
The cold light fell on his deep brow, casting a shadow
He reached out and rubbed the top of his head, trying to calm Yun Zheng's slightly flustered mood. "Zheng Zheng, don't worry. Your husband isn't that easy to control."
Yun Zheng was still a little confused when she heard the man's words. Her tightly furrowed brows had not relaxed, and her eyes were still filled with obvious worry as always.
Fu Linghe lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead, then softened his voice and continued to coax her, "Be good, we'll go back to the capital soon."
Yun Zheng just nodded and didn't say much.
Mr. Mo’s fake birthday party is still going on.
The guests were drinking and chatting happily.
Fu Linghe glanced around and found the scenes hilarious.
These guests who were invited to accompany the old man in the show were also well-known figures in Country A, but in order to curry favor with the Mo family, they did things that were almost the same as the actors.
Old Master Mo was surrounded by them like the moon surrounded by stars, with a smile on his face, making it seem like his 70th birthday was real.
If the guests attending today are actors, then Mr. Mo is a veteran actor.
The Mo family are all born actors! [Note: Uh..., in Mr. Fu's eyes, Yun Zheng is not a member of the Mo family, she is his!]
Yun Zheng reached out and gently tugged at Fu Linghe's sleeve. He immediately bent down slightly and moved closer to her. "What's wrong? Zheng Zheng."
Yun Zheng whispered, "We've shown up and delivered the gifts, so can we leave now?"
Fu Linghe remained bent over and moved closer, and with his bony fingers he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
As his fingertips slid down her earlobe, he vaguely brushed the diamond earring, and finally raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose affectionately.
The obsidian cufflinks on his suit cuffs shone coldly under the light, forming a subtle contrast with the mischievous smile that suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"I can't stay here anymore." Fu Linghe's low voice was filled with three parts of understanding and seven parts of indulgence. The ending tone was deliberately prolonged for half a beat, bringing a warm and itchy feeling like a feather brushing across the eardrum.
Yun Zheng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing across his cheek imperceptibly.
Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled silently.
She pursed her lips and didn't answer, her fingertips unconsciously clenching his cuffs.
Fu Linghe chuckled softly, and gently brushed the corner of her lips with his fingertips. An almost inaudible laugh escaped from his throat, and the cool woody fragrance of his breath fell on her ears along with his words, "Okay, let's go now."
When Fu Linghe stood up, his fingertips slid into Yun Zheng's fingers without leaving a trace, and when their fingers were intertwined, he pulled her into his arms.
"Let's go. Grandpa Lin is busy, so we won't talk to him." Yun Zheng glanced in the old man's direction before saying to Fu Linghe.
Fu Linghe followed her gaze, nodded gently, and led her out of the banquet hall.
Fu Linghe's Cullinan was parked at the door of the banquet hall. He helped Yun Zheng get into the car, leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, and drove towards the airport.
In the banquet hall, Mo Shian walked slowly down from the second floor, his shiny leather shoes making a cold sound as they stepped on the marble steps.
He put one hand in his trouser pocket and loosened his dark-patterned tie with the other hand, with a sinister undercurrent surging in his eyes.
The crystal chandelier made his figure look slender and sharp. His black suit wrapped around his taut muscles, and the platinum dial exposed from his cuffs reflected a cold light.
Mo Shi'an's gaze swept across the entire banquet hall like a hawk, and scattered light and shadows danced on his sharp face.
He had already glanced around but did not see Yun Zheng and Fu Linghe, and the hostility around him became even stronger.
He raised his hand to press the Bluetooth headset and asked in a very low voice, "Where is the person?"
The security captain's frantic voice came through the headset, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Fu's car...left five minutes ago."
"Useless!" Mo Shian yanked off his headphones and threw them to the ground. The diamond-encrusted earphone shell shattered into countless pieces on the marble floor. "Go after them!"
The guests were startled by the sudden noise and fell silent, and the birthday party fell into an eerie silence.
Old Master Mo walked slowly over with a dragon-headed cane, his shrewd eyes swept around the banquet hall, and the dragon-headed cane hit the marble floor heavily, making a dull sound.
"Shi An, what's wrong? Where are Zheng Zheng and that brat?"
Mo Shi'an's jawline was tense, and the anger surging in his eyes was forcibly suppressed.
He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his voice was as cold as ice. "Grandpa, Fu Linghe took Yun Zheng away."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Mo's wrinkled eyes twitched slightly.
He squinted his eyes and looked towards the door of the banquet hall. The light from the crystal chandelier reflected in his cloudy pupils, refracting a complex light.
"Have you sent anyone to chase after him?" The old man's voice was hoarse, but his tone was unusually calm.
Mo Shian sneered, "I've sent someone to stop them, but..."
He paused, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Since Fu Linghe dared to come, he must have been prepared."
The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and patted Mo Shian's shoulder with such force that Mo Shian couldn't help but frown slightly.
"Don't hurt Zheng Zheng." Old Master Mo gave a light instruction and turned around to continue chatting and laughing with the guests, maintaining the apparent tranquility of the banquet.
The sound of conversation and laughter returned to the banquet hall, but a subtle tension still hung in the air.
Mo Shian withdrew his gaze from the old man and walked towards the door.
"Mr. Mo..." The assistant clutched the brown paper file envelope tightly in his hand and trotted over to Mo Shi'an. "Ms. Yun's DNA test results are in."
Mo Shian's fingers trembled uncontrollably the moment they touched the file bag.
He calmed himself down, quickly opened the document and turned to the last page of the appraisal report. Even after seeing the result that had already been determined, he was still stunned.
Mo Shian quickly put the document away and stuffed it back into his assistant's hands. "Give the results to Grandpa."
After saying that, he quickened his pace.
At the same time, Fu Linghe's Cullinan was speeding on the highway leading to the airport.
The neon lights outside the car window cast changing light and shadows on Yun Zheng's face.
She looked at the beautiful night view outside the window, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
Fu Linghe noticed her movements and reached out to hold her slightly cold fingers. "What's wrong? Mrs. Fu is reluctant to leave."
"No, not really." Yun Zheng frowned slightly and said seriously, "I can't wait to go back."
Every minute Fu Linghe stayed in Country A, the more worried she became.
But she felt a little uncomfortable and always felt that something was going to happen.
In the darkness of the night, several black cars were coming towards them from different directions, their headlights casting sharp rays of light in the darkness.
Fu Linghe glanced at the rearview mirror and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.
He pressed a button on the steering wheel, and the car's communication system immediately switched on. "Move."
As soon as he finished speaking, several motorcycles suddenly rushed out from both sides of the highway and accurately intercepted the pursuers in front.
"Someone from the Mohist School" Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe in surprise.
The man steered the wheel with one hand and gently squeezed her palm with the other, trying to calm her down. "I told you, your husband isn't that easy to control."
In the darkness of the night, Cullinan sped towards the airport like a flash of black lightning, leaving the Mo family's pursuers far behind.
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