Chapter 304 I Just Want to Hug You Like This
Anyway, the couple strolled in the garden for a long time. When they returned to the living room, the blush on Yun Zheng's cheeks had not completely faded, and there was still a hint of shyness.
She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously straightening the corners of her clothes that were wrinkled by Fu Linghe. Her fingertips trembled slightly, for fear that the elders would notice something.
Those intimate scenes in the garden kept flashing back in her mind, making the tips of her ears turn redder.
Just as Fu Linghe said, everyone in the living room was busy with their own things.
The old man was shouting to the person on the other end of the phone, "The Peony Hall must be reserved," and his powerful voice was filled with unquestionable majesty.
The old lady was writing and drawing on paper while wearing her reading glasses, pushing the frames back from time to time as they slipped down.
Shen Lanshu slid the screen of her tablet computer, occasionally leaning closer to Fu Yanze to say something.
"It's getting late," Fu Linghe suddenly said. His voice was not loud, but it made the busy living room quiet for a moment, like a stone dropped into a calm lake. "I'll take Zhengzheng back to rest first."
Yun Zheng suddenly looked up, her eyes slightly widened, and her eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a frightened butterfly.
She came to her senses and quickly pulled his sleeve, her eyes eagerly indicating that he should stay tonight.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" The old lady was the first to put down her pen, frowning, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes piled up into ravines of worry.
"There are so many empty rooms at home, and you guys don't come back often. It's a rare opportunity for the family to get together, so why not stay overnight?"
The old man also put down the phone, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them, his sharp eyes seeming to see through everything. "That's right, we still have to discuss the details of the engagement party tomorrow."
Shen Lanshu didn't say anything, but her eyes showed reluctance, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the tablet.
Fu Linghe remained calm, his arm naturally wrapped around Yun Zheng's shoulders. The warmth from his palm made her tremble slightly. "If we change beds, she won't be able to sleep at night, and neither will I. I still have to go to work."
Yun Zheng was slightly stunned when she heard his explanation. When did she say that she was used to her bed?
She secretly complained in her heart, Fu Linghe's ability to tell lies with open eyes is really unique!
Sure enough, the three elders' expressions softened immediately after hearing this.
The old lady walked over quickly and touched Yun Zheng's face with a loving touch. Her scolding was filled with affection. "Look at how pale her face is. Are you tired? Ling He is really something. He knew Zheng Zheng was weak, but he still dragged her out to the garden to enjoy the breeze."
"Then you should go back and rest," the old man waved his hand, his voice much softer. "Remember to come for lunch tomorrow. I have an appointment with the manager of Dijing to discuss the menu."
Shen Lanshu had already stood up to take Yun Zheng's coat, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile treasure. "It's cold at night, put on your coat."
She carefully helped Yun Zheng straighten her collar, and with a mother's tenderness, she said, "Drive slowly, and text me when you get home."
This sentence was said to Fu Linghe, but his eyes never left Yun Zheng.
It was not until she got into the car that Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down in the passenger seat, as if all her strength had been drained away.
The night outside the car window gently enveloped her, finally giving her some space to breathe.
As Fu Linghe leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, a faint smile played on the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes. "So nervous?"
His breath gently brushed against her ear, carrying a faint minty scent.
"My family is so welcoming," Yun Zheng muttered softly, twisting her fingers together. "I'm a little...uncomfortable."
What she didn't say was that the feeling of being pampered by her whole family was too wonderful, so wonderful that she was afraid it was just a dream that she would wake up from at any time.
Fu Linghe started the car, and the black sedan slowly drove out of the gate of the Fu family's old house.
In the rearview mirror, Shen Lanshu was still standing at the door watching them, her figure gradually getting smaller in the night.
In the night, the outline of the old house gradually faded away, and Yun Zheng's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
She looked at the flowing lights outside the window and suddenly felt her eyes getting hot.
"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you would be going back tonight?" she asked, turning her head, with a barely perceptible sob in her voice.
Fu Linghe's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, the rhythm as steady as his heartbeat. "I'm telling you, you'll definitely insist on staying with them."
He paused, then turned to look at her, his gaze as deep as the night sky. "They're so enthusiastic, I'm afraid they'll scare you."
Yun Zheng was silent for a while before she softly admitted, "I wasn't scared, but my parents were so nice to me, so nice that it felt unreal to me." Her voice grew smaller and smaller, the last few words almost lost in the hum of the engine.
The light and shadow of the street lamps flowed inside the car, and Fu Linghe's profile appeared particularly profound in the alternation of light and dark.
He did not respond immediately, but reached out and held Yun Zheng's slightly cold fingers, warming her little by little with the warmth of his palm.
Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the underground garage of Tanxiyuan.
In the elevator, Yun Zheng leaned on Fu Linghe's shoulder, smelling the familiar scent on him, and her heartbeat finally returned to normal.
The elevator went straight to the master bedroom on the third floor. Fu Linghe loosened his tie and casually threw his suit jacket on the sofa. His movements were casual and had a lazy charm. "Go take a bath and relax. I'll make you a cup of hot milk."
Yun Zheng shook her head and suddenly hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back, feeling the lines of his strong muscles. "No need...just stay like this for a while."
Her voice was muffled in his shirt, filled with indescribable greed.
Fu Linghe's body visibly stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. He turned around and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. His breath was filled with the fragrance of her hair. "What's wrong?" His voice was low and gentle, like the resonance of a cello.
Yun Zheng buried her head in his arms, and her voice came muffled from his arms, "It's okay, I just want to hug you like this."
Fu Linghe caught her steadily, his palm gently stroking her back, as if soothing a frightened little animal. "Silly."
As the night grew deeper, Fu Linghe didn't let Yun Zheng take a bath, but went downstairs to heat a cup of milk for her.
Under the light of the kitchen, the lines of his profile were exceptionally soft, completely different from the usually decisive Mr. Fu.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found Yun Zheng had fallen asleep curled up in the recliner, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, looking like crystal dewdrops under the light.
His heart skipped a beat and he put the cup down carefully.
When he carefully picked her up, Yun Zheng unconsciously rubbed against his arms in her sleep, whimpering like a kitten, as if she had found the most secure harbor.
The corners of Fu Linghe's mouth rose unconsciously, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.
He put her on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and leaned against the headboard, gently combing her long hair with his fingers, as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.
The light outside the window reflected on her peaceful sleeping face, and he suddenly felt that it would not be bad to just look at her like this for the rest of his life.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from my mother. "Zhengzheng, are you okay? I think she's not feeling well."
Fu Linghe replied, "I fell asleep. I was tired today."
Shen Lanshu quickly replied, "Don't come over tomorrow, let her have a good rest.
We'll show you the menu and guest list once we've finalized it."
Then another message popped up: "By the way, I'll have that set of black jade jewelry delivered to Tanxiyuan tomorrow so Zhengzheng can try it out and see if it fits."
He smiled slightly, replied "OK", then put down his phone, leaned over and gave Yun Zheng a light kiss on the forehead, as if to make a silent promise.
The moonlight shines through the gauze curtains onto the bed, gently wrapping the outlines of the two people, and the world is left with only this peace.
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