Chapter 339 What does a 17-year-old man think about his wife?
Yun Zheng was amused by his scoundrel behavior. She poked his chest with her fingertips and pushed him back onto the pillow. "Fu Linghe, how old are you?"
Fu Linghe took her fingers and rubbed them carefully in his palm. "Seventeen years old."
"He's underage." A charming smile curved his lips, a sly glint in his eyes. "So he needs a guardian to look after him."
The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the window swayed, casting mottled light on the snow-white sheets.
Yun Zheng suddenly noticed a bruise around the IV on the back of his left hand. Before she could even scream, Fu Linghe had already covered her eyes with his left hand, "Don't look."
The warm palm of her hand smelled faintly of disinfectant. As her eyelashes brushed across his palm lines, she heard the man's voice soften, "The nurse just said this is normal."
"Normal!" Yun Zheng pulled his hand away and held it in her own, her heart tightening as if by a thin thread. "Are you deliberately torturing yourself and making me worry?"
Fu Linghe rubbed his head against her chest and said, "No, I really didn't mean it."
Yun Zheng looked at his pitiful appearance and finally couldn't bear to be mean to him, so she had to let the nurse come in and help him with some simple treatment.
The rice on the small table was also poked into pieces by him and could no longer be eaten.
However, he did not touch the sweet and sour pork ribs that Yun Zheng loved to eat, and Yun Zheng's bowl was still there.
She had the food brought to her because she was hungry, and now she didn't care whether the food was cold or not, and sat down to eat.
Fu Linghe's eyes followed her chopsticks. When he saw her pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into her mouth, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
"Is it delicious?" he asked softly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Yun Zheng glanced at him and said, "It's much tastier than the one someone stabbed."
Fu Linghe pursed his lips, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly softened his tone and said, "I want to eat too."
"Didn't you say it tasted bad?" Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows.
Fu Linghe was silent for a second, then said confidently, "I think it tastes good again now."
Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing, picked up a piece of pork ribs and handed it to his mouth, "Open your mouth."
Fu Linghe's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned over and bit it, his lips accidentally brushing against the tip of her chopsticks.
He ate contentedly, but his eyes were still glued to her face, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next second.
Yun Zheng's ears burned from his stare. She lowered her head and took two mouthfuls of rice, mumbling, "Just eat your food and stop staring at me."
"No." Fu Linghe said confidently, "My wife is beautiful, I want to see her."
Yun Zheng: "..."
She sighed helplessly, but did not stop him anymore, but the blush on the tips of her ears quietly spread to her cheeks.
The two of them finished their meal in silence.
Fu Linghe was surprisingly well-behaved throughout the whole process. He stopped making a fuss and just gently touched the back of her hand with his fingertips from time to time, as if to confirm her presence.
After dinner, Yun Zheng simply packed up her lunch box and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
The cold water splashed on my face, finally reducing the heat a little.
She looked up at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh.
After Fu Linghe lost his memory, his personality became more straightforward than before, and he became so clingy that she could hardly resist him.
But she couldn't bear to push him away!
She also discovered that the 17-year-old Fu Linghe was a truly innocent boy who blushed at every turn. It was obviously he who took the initiative to flirt, but he was the first to blush!
Just as I was lost in thought, a warm body suddenly pressed against my back.
Fu Linghe put his arm around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Zheng was startled and subconsciously tried to break free, but he held her even tighter.
"Don't move," he said sullenly, "let me hold you for a while."
His breath sprayed on the side of her neck, carrying a faint smell of medicine and a scent that was unique to him.
Yun Zheng froze for a moment, but finally relaxed and let him hold her.
"Fu Linghe," she asked softly, "you really... still can't remember anything at all?"
The man behind him was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "I don't remember."
"But I know," he said, tightening his grip, his voice husky, "you're important to me."
Yun Zheng's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
She turned around, held his face in her hands, and said seriously, "Then you have to get better soon and remember everything."
Fu Linghe looked at her steadily, then suddenly lowered his head and gently touched her lips.
"Okay." He agreed readily, but a dark emotion flashed in his eyes.
He also wanted to remember it immediately, but he couldn't remember it just by trying.
Yun Zheng didn't notice, she just pushed him with a blushing face, "Go back to bed, the doctor said you need to rest more."
Fu Linghe didn't play tricks this time and obediently let her lead him back to the hospital bed.
He leaned against the head of the bed, but his eyes kept following her figure, as if he could never see enough.
Yun Zheng felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she simply picked up her phone and pretended to deal with messages to avoid his sight.
The ward fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of liquid dripping from the IV tube.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Linghe suddenly spoke, "Yun Zheng."
"Hmm?" She looked up.
"If..." He paused, his voice a little hoarse, "If I can never remember it again, will you... leave me?"
Yun Zheng was stunned, and her heart seemed to be tugged at by something.
She put down her phone, walked over to his bed and sat down, looking him seriously in the eyes. "No."
"Fu Linghe, whether you remember it or not, you are still you." She said softly, "I will not abandon you."
Fu Linghe's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
"Keep your word." He whispered.
Yun Zheng leaned on his shoulder and said "hmm" softly.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the half-open blinds, giving the figures of the two a gentle golden edge.
Fu Linghe's breath gently brushed Yun Zheng's hair. The transparent hose connected to the indwelling needle swayed slightly as he tightened his arm, casting a spider-like shadow on the solid-colored sheets.
Yun Zheng's cheek was pressed against the second button of his hospital gown, and she could hear the slightly rapid heartbeat coming from his chest.
She quietly raised her hand, her fingertips touching the edge of the bandage on his right arm, then curled up as if burned, and finally just gently grasped the corner of his clothes.
Fu Linghe suddenly moved, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. The glass medicine bottle on the IV stand reflected colorful spots of light, dancing on his drooping eyelashes.
He loosened one hand, groped to find her wrist, and guided her to place her palm against his heart.
"The first time I saw you." His voice was like sand soaked in honey, "my heart started beating really fast."
“That’s when I knew I was in love!”
Outside the window came the rustling sound of the evening breeze blowing through the parasol trees, and Fu Linghe suddenly smiled lightly.
When Yun Zheng heard his words, her fingertips curled slightly on his heart and the tips of her ears instantly felt burning.
"You..." She looked up and glared at him, "You're so good at coaxing people at the age of seventeen?"
Fu Linghe blinked innocently and said, "I'm just telling the truth."
He suddenly leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers, and whispered as their breaths intertwined, "And, only to comfort you."
Yun Zheng's breathing stagnated and she leaned back subconsciously, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer to him.
"Why are you hiding?" He chuckled, stroking her burning earlobe with his thumb. "I haven't kissed you yet."
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng pushed him away in embarrassment. "This is a hospital!"
"Yeah." He nodded seriously, "So I'll be gentle."
Just as Fu Linghe was about to kiss him, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Yun Zheng was so scared that she immediately jumped out of Fu Linghe's arms and almost fell off the bed in panic.
Fu Linghe quickly grabbed her wrist, but it pulled the wound and she hissed in pain.
"Mom." He frowned and looked at the door, "Why didn't you knock?"
Shen Lanshu stood at the door, holding a thermos in her hand, her eyes surprisingly bright.
You can tell she's in a good mood, smiling so hard that the corners of her mouth are almost stretched to her ears. "Oh, did I come at the wrong time?"
Yun Zheng's face flushed red as she frantically fixed her hair. "Mom..."
Shen Lanshu walked in quickly and put the thermos on the bedside table. "You two continue. I didn't see anything. Just pretend I never showed up."
As she spoke, she raised her hands to cover her eyes, stumbling towards the door and considerately closing the door for them.
Yun Zheng squatted on the ground with her face covered, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"It's all your fault!" She glared at Fu Linghe in embarrassment and anger.
Fu Linghe smiled like a cat stealing fish and beckoned her with his finger, "Come here."
"No!" Yun Zheng took a step back warily.
"You really don't want to come over?" Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and suddenly covered his arm in pain. "Hiss~ The wound seems to have split open..."
Yun Zheng immediately rushed over nervously, "Where does it hurt? Let me see!"
She was trying to lift up his hospital gown in a panic, but Fu Linghe grabbed her waist and pressed her down on the bed.
"Wife, are you so impatient? I'll grant you your wish!" There was a triumphant smile in Fu Linghe's voice, and his arms locked Yun Zheng tightly in his arms like an iron hoop.
Yun Zheng struggled to get up, but her elbow accidentally hit his bandaged forearm.
Fu Linghe sucked in a breath of cold air, his brows instantly furrowed, but the strength in his hands increased instead of decreasing.
"You're still holding me even though it hurts!" Yun Zheng said harshly to him, but her movements immediately became gentler, carefully avoiding his wounds.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from Fu Linghe's forehead, but he still stubbornly refused to let go, "It hurts, so I have to hold you even more."
His voice trembled. "You're much more effective than painkillers."
Yun Zheng's heart softened and she stopped struggling.
She reached out and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. When her fingertips touched his slightly cool skin, Fu Linghe suddenly stiffened.
Some vague fragments of memory kept flashing through his mind, but they flashed so quickly that he couldn't see them clearly.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Yun Zheng nervously propped herself up and held his face.
Fu Linghe slowly opened his eyes, and Yun Zheng's anxious face gradually became clear in his sight.
Those flashbacks receded like the tide, leaving only her real existence before him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," he whispered, stroking his thumb across her furrowed brow. "Just give it a kiss and it'll go away."
Yun Zheng glared at him, "Fu Linghe, you..."
"It's really torn." He suddenly interrupted her and raised his arm to show her that there was indeed a little red seeping through the bandage.
Yun Zheng immediately jumped up from the bed and frantically pressed the call bell, "Don't move, I'll call the nurse to come in and deal with it!"
Fu Linghe grabbed her wrist and said, "No need."
He pointed to the bedside table and said, "There's a medicine box over there. Just help me change it."
"Me?" Yun Zheng pointed at herself, "I'm not a professional..."
"You're gentler than the nurse." Fu Linghe had already started to remove the bandage himself. "Last time, when that nurse was changing the dressing, she almost took my entire arm off."
Yun Zheng took the medicine box skeptically and carefully helped him remove the bandage. There was some bleeding at the stitches.
Her fingers trembled unconsciously and her breathing became lighter.
"Are you scared?" Fu Linghe tilted his head to look at her.
"Who's scared?" Yun Zheng said stubbornly, but she didn't dare look directly at the wound. "Just... bear with it for a while, I'll try to be gentle."
Fu Linghe didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.
The sunlight shone from the side, casting a small shadow under her eyelashes.
The way she bit her lower lip in concentration gave him an unfamiliar feeling of soreness in his chest.
"Yun Zheng." He suddenly spoke.
"Hmm? Don't move, it will be fine soon." She was applying the ointment carefully without raising her head.
"I'm clearly not worthy of you, so how did you fall for me?"
Yun Zheng paused for a moment. "Maybe I'm blind."
She answered briefly, continuing to focus on the movements of her hands.
After bandaging her wound, she looked up and was caught off guard by his smiling eyes.
The eyes were clean and bright, the gaze of a seventeen-year-old boy was pure without any impurities.
She suddenly forgot what to do next.
Fu Linghe took the opportunity to move closer and pecked her on the lips, "So soft, my wife."
Yun Zheng pushed him away with a red face, "Fu Linghe, what are you thinking about all day long!"
"I miss you." He said confidently, "What else can a 17-year-old boy think about if not his wife?"
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