Chapter 261 Yun Zheng knows Mo Shian has come to the capital
Master bedroom on the third floor.
Yun Zheng came out of the shower with water still dripping from the ends of her hair. The crystal clear water droplets slid down her neck and soaked the collar of her nightgown.
She wiped it casually with a towel and glanced around the bedroom, but did not see Fu Linghe.
"Fu Linghe..." Yun Zheng called him, but did not hear his response.
She walked barefoot on the floor and looked in the cloakroom, but there was no man there.
Yun Zheng guessed that he must have gone to the study, so she went there to look for him.
The door of the study was ajar. She looked through the crack and saw Fu Linghe standing with his back to the door, his hands resting on the desk.
Yun Zheng's hand rested lightly on the doorknob. Just as she was about to push it open, she heard Fu Linghe's deep voice from inside, "Old Mo and Mo Shi'an are in the capital."
Her hand that was pushing the door suddenly stopped, and her fingertips felt slightly cold.
"Have they seen Zheng Zheng?" Shen Lanshu asked anxiously with worry in her tone.
Fu Linghe's voice was still low, "Not yet. I went to the airport last night and stopped someone, and took them directly to the Junlan Hotel. They haven't had a chance to see her yet."
"That's fine. Zheng Zheng's emotions aren't very stable, so let's not let them upset her."
Shen Lanshu sighed softly before continuing to ask, "What do they mean? Do they want to take Zheng Zheng back to the Mo family?"
Fu Linghe's fingers, which were originally supporting themselves on the desk, tightened slightly, their knuckles turning slightly white from exerting force. His back muscles were tense under his shirt, and his Adam's apple rolled dangerously. "Well, but it depends on Zheng Zheng's wishes. If she doesn't want to acknowledge them, they can't touch her!"
When he said this, he was confident that he had absolute control. No one in the capital could touch Yun Zheng's hair.
Fu Linghe looked at his watch, frowning slightly. "Mom, Zhengzheng should be almost done with her bath. She'll be worried if she can't find me when she comes out."
Chen Lanshu nodded in understanding. "Okay, go back now. Remember, don't mention this to Zheng Zheng yet. Wait until the Mo family's attitude is clear and Zheng Zheng is somewhat mentally prepared."
"I know." Fu Linghe turned and walked towards the door.
Yun Zheng, who was outside the door, heard footsteps approaching and immediately turned around, walking barefoot and quietly back to the bedroom along the corridor.
Her heart was beating fast and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms.
Yun Zheng had just returned to the bed and sat down, and the steam from the bathroom had not yet dissipated when the bedroom door was pushed open.
Fu Linghe walked in, his eyes fell on her wet hair, and his brows frowned slightly, "Why don't you blow dry it?"
Yun Zheng lowered her eyelashes to hide the panic and helplessness in her eyes, "Wait for you to help me blow it."
Fu Linghe chuckled, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and ran his slender fingers through her hair. "Why are you so well behaved today?"
The warm wind blew past her ears, and Yun Zheng felt the gentle strength of his fingertips, but her heart was in a mess.
The Mo family...are they going to disturb her peaceful life again?
Fu Linghe noticed that she was distracted, turned off the hair dryer, leaned over and asked in her ear, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Zheng suddenly came back to her senses, looked up and smiled at him, "Nothing, just a little tired."
Fu Linghe put the hair dryer back into the bathroom, and when he turned around, his eyes fell on the bowl of steaming bird's nest on the bedside table.
He walked over and tested the temperature of the bowl wall with his slender fingers. It was just right.
"The bird's nest that Mom made for you is ready." He picked up the exquisite porcelain bowl, scooped a spoonful and passed it to Yun Zheng's lips. "The temperature is just right. Eat it first and then go to sleep."
Yun Zheng looked at the crystal clear bird's nest in front of her, but suddenly lost her appetite.
She forced herself to open her mouth and hold the spoon. The sweet taste melted on the tip of her tongue, but it made her throat tight.
"What's wrong?" Fu Linghe keenly noticed her strangeness, put down the spoon, and gently brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb. "Not to your taste?"
Yun Zheng shook her head and reached out to take the bowl, "I can do it myself..."
Fu Linghe moved the bowl away and looked at her with deep eyes. "Zhengzheng, there's something wrong with you today."
He put down the bowl, placed his hands on either side of her body, and trapped her between the headboard and himself. "Tell the truth."
Yun Zheng was breathless because of his sudden approach.
The faint scent of cedar on the man mixed with a subtle smell of danger made her heart beat faster.
Yun Zheng subconsciously shrank back, but he grabbed her waist.
"I..." Yun Zheng opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back.
What should she say? Should she say she overheard their conversation? That her mind was completely preoccupied with the Mohist school?
Fu Linghe's eyes wandered over her face, and he suddenly leaned over and sniffed her neck. His deep voice carried a hint of danger, "Little boy who lies will be punished."
Yun Zheng trembled all over at his sudden action, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet.
Just when she thought Fu Linghe was going to continue asking questions, the man suddenly stood up and picked up the bowl of bird's nest again.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." His tone was unquestionable. "Eat, then go to bed."
Yun Zheng obediently took the bowl and drank from it in small sips.
The warm bird's nest slid down her throat, but it couldn't dispel the chill in her heart.
She could feel Fu Linghe's gaze on her, like an invisible net, locking her tightly.
"Okay." She put down the empty bowl and tried to force a smile.
Fu Linghe took the bowl and put it aside, then suddenly reached out and picked her up sideways.
Yun Zheng exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.
"Since you're tired, go to bed early and stop thinking about random things." Fu Linghe gently placed her on the middle of the bed, pulled the quilt over her carefully, and then placed a light kiss on her forehead. "Good night, Mrs. Fu."
Yun Zheng looked at his angular profile and suddenly reached out to grab the corner of his clothes. "Where are you going?"
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and said frivolously, "Take a bath. Why, Mrs. Fu wants to take a bath with me again?"
Yun Zheng's face flushed, she let go of her hand and got into the quilt, "Who wants to be with you..."
Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Yun Zheng curled up in the quilt, replaying the conversation she heard in the study in her mind.
She really didn't know what to do.
Half an hour later, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Yun Zheng quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
She could feel Fu Linghe tiptoeing onto the bed, his warm chest pressing against her back.
The man's strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Fu Linghe's fingertips gently brushed her hair, and she could feel his deliberately light breathing.
He knew she was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't expose her. He carefully pulled the quilt over her.
Outside the window, the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only scattered spots of light shining through the gauze curtains onto the floor, outlining blurry spots of light.
The neckline of Yun Zheng's nightgown was slightly open, revealing a slender collarbone, which shone brightly in the cold white moonlight.
Fu Linghe's fingertips lingered on her shoulder for a moment, and finally he restrained himself and tightened his arms, holding her tighter.
Yun Zheng's back was pressed against his warm chest. She could clearly feel his steady and strong heartbeat, and his warm breath brushed across the back of her neck.
Yun Zheng quietly opened her eyes and looked at the swaying tree shadows outside the window in the dim light.
A sycamore leaf was picked up by the wind and gently hit the glass, making a slight "tapping" sound, and was quickly swallowed up by the night.
Yun Zheng felt the man behind her move and subconsciously held her breath.
Fu Linghe rubbed his chin against the top of her head, his voice low and hoarse with sleepiness, "Can't sleep?"
Yun Zheng froze for a moment. She didn't expect that he was awake.
She turned around and buried her face in his chest, muttering, "It's a bit cold."
Fu Linghe chuckled and hugged her tighter.
The quilt stirred up a slight airflow as he moved, bringing with it the faint scent of jasmine shampoo beside the pillow.
"How about this?" His voice came from his chest, making her eardrums numb slightly.
Yun Zheng didn't answer, but just snuggled into his arms.
Fu Linghe's palms gently patted her back, the rhythm slow and regular.
"Go to sleep." His lips pressed against her forehead, his voice so soft it sounded like a sigh, "I'm here."
Yun Zheng closed her eyes and listened to his gradually steady breathing, her tense nerves finally slowly relaxing.
The night wind gradually died down, and the shadow of the sycamore tree stopped swaying, and was quietly cast on the curtains, like a frozen ink painting.
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