Chapter 311 I said, you remember!
The early morning sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting tiny spots of light on the Persian carpet.
Yun Zheng was awakened by a rapid ringing of her cell phone. She reached out to touch it in a daze, and when her fingertips touched the cold phone case, she realized that it belonged to Fu Linghe.
There was still a faint scent of cedar on the pillow, mixed with the slight intoxication of champagne from last night.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom; the man was obviously washing up.
The phone screen beside my pillow lit up and then went off. This was the third time it had rung.
Yun Zheng rubbed her eyes, and the silk sheets slipped down with her movements, revealing a few ambiguous red marks on her shoulders.
She thought it might be something important, so she pressed the answer button.
"You little bastard, you finally answered the phone!" Shen Lanshu roared angrily from the other end of the phone, "Where did you take Zheng Zheng to again? The housekeeper said you didn't even go back to Tanxiyuan last night!"
Yun Zheng suddenly woke up and almost dropped her phone.
She sat up hurriedly, the silk quilt slipped from her shoulders, and the cold air made her shiver.
"Mom...Mom, it's me."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.
"It's Zheng Zheng!" Shen Lanshu's voice immediately softened. "Did Mom wake you up? It's all because of that brat not answering the phone."
The sound of tea sets colliding can be heard in the background. It is Ms. Shen Lanshu drinking morning tea.
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot. "No, no, we...we stayed at the hotel after attending the dinner party last night." She twisted the corner of the quilt unconsciously, and the silk fabric wrinkled under her fingertips.
"Is that so?" Shen Lanshu smiled meaningfully. "It's okay, it's okay. Take your time. There's no need to rush home. By the way, I asked a designer to come and take your measurements for a dress today, but you can come back after you've had enough sleep."
She deliberately dragged out her tone, "It's still early anyway, let that brat sleep with you for a while."
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and steam wafted out, carrying the fragrance of shower gel.
Fu Linghe walked out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and water droplets slid down the grooves of his abdominal muscles.
He saw Yun Zheng holding her phone and walked closer with a raised eyebrow.
Water droplets from the ends of her hair fell on her bare shoulders, slid down her delicate collarbone and into the depths of the sheets.
"Mom calling?" he leaned over and asked in her ear, his breath smelling fresh like mint toothpaste.
His slender fingers took the phone and his fingertips accidentally brushed her lips.
Yun Zheng nodded and handed him the phone.
Fu Linghe took it and turned on the hands-free modem. "Mom, what's the urgent matter?"
He placed his other hand on Yun Zheng's side, trapping her between him and the head of the bed.
"You still know how to answer the phone?" Shen Lanshu said in a dissatisfied tone, "I came to Tanxiyuan early in the morning to see this designer, but I came to nothing!"
From the other end of the line came the crisp sound of a teacup being placed heavily on a tray.
Fu Linghe wiped his hair nonchalantly, "We're not kids anymore. It's okay to stay out all night, right?"
Water droplets splashed with his movements, and a few drops fell on Yun Zheng's face. She subconsciously closed her eyes.
"Okay, okay, I don't want to bother with you guys." Shen Lanshu sighed and suddenly changed the subject.
"I brought a designer here to make a few dresses for Zheng Zheng. When can you come back?" Her tone had returned to her usual elegance and composure.
Fu Linghe glanced at the messy hair and sleepy eyes of the person in his arms. "Two hours later."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linghe put the phone on the cabinet beside him, bent down and picked up her silk nightgown from the ground, his movements as elegant as if he was picking up a work of art.
The man looked at her with a smile and pushed her back onto the bed. "Sleep a little longer? Madam was exhausted last night."
His lips brushed against the tip of her red ear, and his voice was filled with the laziness of satisfaction.
"Get out!" Yun Zheng pushed him away with a red face, "I want to take a shower." She stepped barefoot on the carpet, her toes sinking into the soft fluff.
By the time the two of them had packed up and returned to Tanxi Garden, it was already noon.
The black Cullinan slowly drove into the carved iron gate, and the fountain reflected a colorful halo in the sunlight.
Shen Lanshu was sitting in the garden pavilion drinking tea. When she saw them get off the car, she immediately came to greet them.
The round fan in her hand waved gently, bringing with it a faint scent of perfume.
"Zheng Zheng, are you tired?" She held Yun Zheng's hand affectionately, completely ignoring her son. "Mom asked the kitchen to stew some bird's nest. Have some first."
His fingertips gently tapped Yun Zheng's wrist, and the jade bracelet made a crisp clinking sound with the movement.
Fu Linghe helplessly watched himself being ignored, "Mom, I am your biological child."
He put one hand in his pocket, and the seam of his trousers was so straight that it could cut someone.
Shen Lanshu rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you were half as sensible as Zheng Zheng, I would live ten years less."
The round fan tapped his shoulder lightly.
Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing, but was gently pinched on the waist by Fu Linghe.
The warmth from his fingertips shone through the fabric, causing her to shiver slightly.
The designer team is already waiting in the living room.
Under the crystal chandelier, several Italian designers are carefully looking at this mansion full of oriental charm.
Marco, the leader, introduced himself in broken Chinese, "Hello, Mrs. Fu, I'm Marco, and I'm here to tailor something for you today."
Just as he was about to step forward, his leather shoes made a slight friction sound on the marble floor.
Fu Linghe suddenly stood in front of Yun Zheng and said, "Let me measure it."
His figure cast a long shadow in front of the French window.
Marco looked confused, "But..." He held his hands awkwardly in the air.
"I know my wife's size best." Fu Linghe took the tape measure and said in an unquestionable tone.
The silk tape measure shone coldly between his fingers.
Shen Lanshu held her forehead and waved the round fan in her hand faster, "Can you please not be so... petty?"
"I'm a professional, right, honey?" Fu Linghe had already expertly wrapped the tape measure around Yun Zheng's waist. "Your waist is 56cm. Last time I measured it, it was 58cm. You've lost weight."
As the tape measure tightened, his thumb "accidentally" brushed against the sensitive area on her waist.
Yun Zheng looked at him in surprise, "How do you remember it so clearly?" Her eyelashes cast fine shadows on her cheeks.
Fu Linghe curled his lips slightly and continued counting, "Chest 86, Hips 88, Shoulder width..."
His fingertips brushed across her back faintly. "I remember every inch." His voice was so low that only she could hear it.
The design team was stunned. One of the assistants accidentally knocked over the paint tray, and the colorful paint spread on the snow-white swatch.
Shen Lanshu cleared her cough awkwardly and said, "Well...I'll go see how the lunch preparations are going."
She walked quickly to the kitchen, her high heels tapping a rapid rhythm on the marble floor.
When measuring the leg length, Fu Linghe knelt on one knee, his suit pants forming sexy folds at the knee, and his palm slowly moved up along Yun Zheng's calf.
Yun Zheng was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide, but he held her ankles tightly and said, "Don't move, or the measurement won't be accurate."
The temperature of his palms was scorching.
"You're clearly..." Yun Zheng lowered her voice, a seductive blush spreading across her cheeks.
"What?" He looked up at her with a teasing look in his eyes. "Professional measurement?" His thin lips curled up dangerously.
Marco, who was standing nearby, had beads of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't help but speak out, "Mr. Fu, we need to record this data..."
Fu Linghe said without even turning his head: "I will tell you, remember it."
His eyes were always fixed on Yun Zheng, like a cheetah staring at its prey.
The entire measurement process lasted nearly an hour.
The sunlight passed through the gauze curtains and moved thirty degrees on the ground.
Whenever the designer wanted to get closer for guidance, he would receive Fu Linghe's cold glare.
In the end, the poor Italians could only stand three meters away, leaning against an antique screen, and communicate by shouting.
"Okay." Fu Linghe finally put down the tape measure with satisfaction and threw the notebook to Marco, "Do it like this." The paper drew an arc in the air.
Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up, but her legs went weak and she almost fell, but was pulled into a warm embrace.
"Are you tired?" Fu Linghe asked in her ear, a stark contrast to his previous assertiveness. His fingertips gently kneaded the soft flesh at the back of her neck.
"What do you think?" Yun Zheng glared at him, "In front of so many people..." Her breathing was still unstable.
"What's wrong with me?" He looked innocent. "Is it wrong to help my wife measure her size?" He drew circles on her waist with his fingers.
Shen Lanshu appeared at the right time, holding a bowl of steaming bird's nest in her hand, and rescued her daughter-in-law: "Okay, okay, Zheng Zheng, come and drink the soup. You, come here!"
She grabbed Fu Linghe's ear and said, "Your father wants to talk to you about something..." Her nails left a shallow red mark on his earlobe.
After Fu Linghe was dragged away by Shen Lanshu by his ears, Yun Zheng was finally able to catch her breath.
She held the warm bird's nest in her hands and sipped it. The sweet soup slid down her throat, relieving her fatigue from the night before.
The sunlight shone on her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving her a soft golden edge.
"Mrs. Fu, what do you think of this champagne-colored silk fabric?"
Marco cautiously stepped forward with a piece of cloth in his hand and stopped two meters away from her, fearing that he would anger the possessive Mr. Fu again.
Just as Yun Zheng was about to reach out to touch it, she caught a glimpse of Fu Linghe standing at the corner of the stairs, staring at her with his eyes narrowed.
She immediately withdrew her hand, coughed lightly, and said, "Just... leave it there so I can take a look."
The team of designers quickly discovered that work could proceed smoothly as long as they maintained a safe distance.
Yun Zheng sat upright on the sofa, like a vigilant deer, occasionally glancing towards the study.
"Mrs. Fu has a great figure," Marco said, showing the design. "The backless design will perfectly show off Mrs. Fu's beautiful back..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bony hand suddenly stretched out from behind Yun Zheng and took away the design drawings.
Fu Linghe had been standing behind her without her knowing, his suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders and his tie hanging loosely around his neck, obviously having just finished a "conversation".
"Backless?" He raised an eyebrow, a dangerous tone in his voice. "How much?"
Marco's forehead was covered in sweat. "Only, only up to the waistline..."
Fu Linghe sneered, picked up the pen on the table and drew a few lines on the design. "Here, here, and here. Add fabric to all of them. I'm not so poor that I can't even afford fabric to make clothes for my wife."
He turned to look at Yun Zheng, his eyes softening instantly. "What do you think, Madam?"
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