Chapter 239 Returning to China
Yun Zheng slowly opened her eyes, looked at Fu Linghe and shook her head gently.
"He's outside?"
Fu Linghe looked at her weak face, hesitated for a moment, and then said "hmm".
He admitted it readily, "I chased him away to save you the annoyance of seeing him."
Yun Zheng looked down at the IV tube in her hand and said nothing.
Fu Linghe was also a little worried. Did he...do something wrong?
The liquid in the drip bottle finally ran out. Fu Linghe pressed the call bell and the nurse came in quietly to remove the needle.
Yun Zheng's skin was already delicate, and after the needle was removed, the back of her hand turned blue.
She didn't look at her hands the whole time, her eyes were always on the palm trees outside the window, and she seemed to be in a state of emptiness.
"Can you take your temperature again, Miss Yun?" the nurse asked softly.
Yun Zheng shook her head gently, her voice as light as a feather falling to the ground. "No, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."
The young nurse looked at Fu Linghe with some embarrassment, and he waved at her to signal her to go out.
Fu Linghe stood beside the bed, looking at her quietly without any anger.
After the nurse left, Yun Zheng sat quietly for a while. Suddenly, she didn't know what she thought of. She threw back the quilt and tried to get out of bed. "Let's go home..."
"Wait another half an hour. Don't move after the needle is removed." Fu Linghe pressed her shoulders and could clearly feel her protruding shoulder blades.
Yun Zheng looked up at him, and the complex emotions in her eyes made Fu Linghe's heart tremble.
"I don't want to stay here anymore, not even for a second." Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleading.
Fu Linghe took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, let's go now."
He squatted down, took out the soft-soled flat-heeled shoes that he had prepared long ago from under the bed, and carefully put them on Yun Zheng's feet.
Fu Linghe's big hands could almost completely wrap around her slender ankles.
He moved as gently as if he were handling a fragile object, and his fingers trembled slightly as he tied his shoelaces.
"Can you walk?" he asked in a low voice.
Yun Zheng tried to stand up, but stumbled on the first step.
Fu Linghe immediately picked her up and carried her sideways. She was so light that it made him feel distressed.
"Hold me tight," he said, his voice filled with a gentle command that brooked no refusal.
Yun Zheng hesitated for a second, then put her arms around his neck.
Her arms were cold, and Fu Linghe could feel the faint beating of her pulse.
He adjusted himself, making sure she was comfortably against his chest, and strode towards the door.
The corridor was empty, Mo Shian had already left.
Fu Linghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want Yun Zheng to suffer any more stimulation.
The elevator went down to the underground garage, where the assistant was already waiting with the door open.
Fu Linghe carefully placed Yun Zheng in the back seat, fastened her seat belt, and took off his suit jacket to cover her legs.
"Are you cold?" Fu Linghe said as he gently stroked her forehead with his fingers to check for any signs of fever.
Yun Zheng shook her head and closed her eyes. Her eyelashes cast two shadows on her pale face, like injured butterfly wings.
As the car drove towards the private airport, Fu Linghe held Yun Zheng's hand the whole time.
Her hands were as cold as ice and could not be warmed no matter how he rubbed them.
The assistant looked worriedly through the rearview mirror, and Fu Linghe signaled him with his eyes to concentrate on driving.
"Would you like something to eat?" Fu Linghe took out a pre-prepared thermos box from the car refrigerator. "I had someone make you your favorite yam porridge, with red dates in it."
"I'm not hungry," she said, but seeing the worry in Fu Linghe's eyes, she whispered, "Let's eat after we get on the plane."
Fu Linghe nodded and did not force her.
Ever since they came to Country A, Yun Zheng's appetite has not been very good, and she can only eat a little bit each time.
This time, without the obstruction of the Mo family, the airport went smoothly.
The car drove into the private airport, and Fu Linghe's Gulfstream G650 was ready.
He got out of the car first, then bent down and carried Yun Zheng out.
She did not resist, but leaned quietly in his arms, buried her face in his chest, and breathed shallowly.
"Mr. Fu, everything is ready," the captain reported from the gangway. "The route has been approved. The flight time is approximately 11 hours and 30 minutes. The doctor is on board."
Fu Linghe nodded and boarded the plane carrying Yun Zheng.
There is a small bedroom in the cabin, and both the comfort of the bed and the four-piece set are arranged according to Yun Zheng's preferences.
There was even a small night light in the corner that emitted a soft yellow light, the same one as the one in their Tanxiyuan bedroom.
Fu Linghe carefully placed Yun Zheng on the bed and squatted down to take off her shoes.
"Want to change into your pajamas?" he asked, pulling out a set of silk pajamas from the overhead locker. They were the same nude pink color Yun Zheng usually wore. "You should change into something more comfortable."
Yun Zheng looked at the pajamas in Fu Linghe's hand, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her dull eyes.
Although it was fleeting, Fu Linghe still managed to capture it.
She nodded and reached out to take the pajamas, but found that she was too weak to even lift her hand.
"Let me help you." Fu Linghe's voice was incredibly gentle.
She didn’t know if it was because Yun Zheng was sick and was a little pretentious, but she felt that he was a little more gentle than usual.
He skillfully unbuttoned Yun Zheng's hospital gown, his eyes always fixed on her face, making sure she didn't feel any discomfort.
When he saw the bruise on her shoulder, his breathing stopped for a second and a trace of self-blame flashed in his eyes.
This should be when he was going to the airport yesterday. He was driving too fast and was hit by the seat belt.
After changing her into pajamas, Fu Linghe pulled the duvet over Yun Zheng and gently covered her with it.
"Get some sleep," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "I'll get you up and eat after takeoff."
Yun Zheng closed her eyes, but Fu Linghe knew she was not asleep.
Her eyelids were trembling slightly and her breathing was not steady.
He sat in the seat next to him, opened his laptop to handle some urgent work, but his attention was always on Yun Zheng.
When the plane took off, Fu Linghe immediately put down his computer and held Yun Zheng's hand.
He knew she didn't like the weightlessness of takeoff.
Sure enough, as the plane's pitch angle increased, Yun Zheng's fingers gripped his tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin.
Fu Linghe didn't move, allowing her to hold him until the plane reached a stable cruising altitude.
"Drink some water?" He poured out lemonade of just the right temperature from the thermos.
Yun Zheng took small sips and let out a satisfied sigh from her throat.
Fu Linghe looked at the lines of her neck when she swallowed, and remembered the "dehydration symptoms" the doctor mentioned, and his heart ached again.
"The porridge is still hot," he said, pulling out the thermos. "Would you like a bite?"
This time Yun Zheng did not refuse, because he would be worried if she didn't eat it.
Fu Linghe carefully scooped a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it down, and brought it to her lips.
She moved very slowly, and even eating seemed to have exhausted all her strength, but she managed to finish half a box.
Fu Linghe's heart finally settled down a little.
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