Chapter 342 Do You Know My Wife?
Fu Linghe's fingertips slid along her chin to her neck, and the slightly cool touch made Yun Zheng shiver.
The heartbeat on the monitor suddenly became rapid, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or his own. "Look at me."
He suddenly tightened his grip, his Adam's apple rolling beside her ear, "Don't be so perfunctory, wife."
Yun Zheng was forced to look him in the eye; the dark tide surging in the man's eyes almost drowned her.
Although the seventeen-year-old Fu Linghe had a strong possessiveness, he would never have such an almost paranoid sense of oppression as he did at this moment, which made Yun Zheng dazed.
"It's really just a small matter..." She tried to comfort him, but he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.
This kiss was punishing, his tongue rudely prying open her teeth, blocking out all explanations.
He didn't let go of Yun Zheng until she was almost suffocated by the kiss. He stroked her red lips with his thumb and said, "If you don't tell the truth, it won't be just this."
"Okay... I'll tell you." Yun Zheng breathed heavily, and the warmth of his body temperature still lingered on the tip of her ear.
She took the medicine bottle out of the medicine bag, her fingertips unconsciously running across the glass bottle. "I was just getting medicine and someone bumped into me."
Fu Linghe pulled her hand over and nervously checked it, "Are you hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head gently, "I'm fine."
She paused, remembering the scar on the woman's wrist that was revealed when she bent down to pick up the medicine. "A lady wearing a mask helped me clean up. She..."
"What's wrong with her?" Fu Linghe's voice was as cold as ice, and he pressed his fingertips on the red rope on her wrist and rubbed it gently.
"She looked at me in a strange way." Yun Zheng thought of those amber eyes, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on her back. "It was like she knew me, but also like she was looking through me at someone else. And there were a few small scars on her wrists..."
Her voice suddenly stopped, as if her throat was being pinched by an invisible hand.
Looks like signs of self-harm!
Fu Linghe's fingertips were still on her wrist, and her pulse was beating rapidly under the red rope.
He lowered his eyes and stared at her, the dark tide in his eyes still lingering, but his voice softened a bit, "You...are you really not hurt?"
Yun Zheng shook her head, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the glass surface of the medicine bottle. The cool touch made her calm down a little.
She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Really not, don't be nervous."
Fu Linghe stared at her for a few seconds, as if to confirm the truth of her words. Finally, he snorted and let go of her wrist.
But the next second, he suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, rubbing his thumb across her lips, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "If you hide it from me again next time, it won't be so easy."
Yun Zheng's ears felt slightly hot, and her heartbeat became even more chaotic, but she still pretended to be calm and slapped his hand away, "Fu Linghe, you are a patient now, don't be so arrogant!"
He chuckled softly and leaned back lazily on the pillow, but his eyes were still glued to her, like a sated beast, yet with a hint of dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with the patient? Can't the patient take care of his own wife?"
Yun Zheng didn't bother to argue with him. She turned around to pack up the medicine she had just brought back, but she heard him suddenly say behind her, "I want to go out for a walk."
"Hmm?" She looked back at him.
"I've been lying here all day, I'm going moldy." He frowned, a hint of impatience in his tone, "I want to bask in the sun."
Yun Zheng looked at his pale face and the still-standing catheter on the back of his hand, and hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure? The doctor said it's best for you to stay in bed for another day for observation."
"If you lie down any longer, my bones will become stiff." He narrowed his eyes and said in a tone that brooked no refusal, "Push me out."
Yun Zheng sighed. Unable to persuade him, she compromised: "Okay, but you have to listen to me and don't move."
He raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Why, are you afraid that I'll run away?"
"I'm afraid you'll commit suicide." She rolled her eyes at him, turned around and asked the nurse to push a wheelchair over.
Fu Linghe looked at the wheelchair, his expression subtle for a moment, "Are you serious?"
"What else?" Yun Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Do you have enough strength to walk on your own now?"
He clicked his tongue, clearly not satisfied, but still reached out to lift the quilt and slowly moved to the edge of the bed.
Yun Zheng was afraid that he would tear the wound, so she hurried forward to support him, but he took the opportunity to grab her wrist and pulled her closer.
"Are you so worried about me?" He chuckled, his breath brushing against her ear.
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she pushed him, "Stop talking nonsense and sit down."
He lazily sat in the wheelchair, but when she pushed him out, he suddenly reached out and clasped her wrist, his fingertips gently stroking her wrist bone, "Push slowly, don't fall on me."
Yun Zheng looked at the childish man in front of her speechlessly, "Fu Linghe, how old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered confidently, "but now I'm a patient and deserve special treatment."
After that, he added unhappily, "Wife, you have asked me this question several times in the past two days."
Yun Zheng didn't bother to pay attention to him and pushed him out of the ward.
The sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor, bringing warmth. Fu Linghe squinted his eyes, seeming to enjoy this moment of warmth.
The garden of Mojia Private Hospital is large, with lush greenery and a small fountain in the center. The water gurgles and the sunlight falls on the water, reflecting tiny spots of light.
Yun Zheng pushed him slowly along the gravel road. The breeze blew by, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.
"Feeling comfortable?" she asked.
"Yeah." He replied lazily, then suddenly raised his hand to cover her hand on the wheelchair. "Walk slower."
Yun Zheng looked down at him and found that he had his eyes closed, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if he was truly enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked suddenly, his eyes still closed, but he seemed to notice that she was distracted.
"Before I thought about you," she whispered, "when you were seventeen, were you as difficult to please as you are now?"
He chuckled softly, finally opened his eyes, and looked sideways at her. "At that time, you only had eyes for other people. Even if I couldn't serve you, I wouldn't be in your eyes."
Yun Zheng was startled. "You remember?"
"No?" He raised an eyebrow, gently squeezing her hand with his fingertips. "I guess, if I really caught your eye at 17, I wouldn't have married you at 26."
Yun Zheng's ears were burning, so she simply ignored the words and pushed him forward.
Fu Linghe didn't tease her anymore, but just leaned lazily in the wheelchair, letting the sunlight shine on him.
His face was still a little pale, but the coldness between his brows was softened a little by the warm sun, and he looked less sharp.
After walking for a while, Yun Zheng stopped and pushed him under a sycamore tree.
The shade of the trees was mottled, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting fine shadows on him.
"Tired?" he asked.
"No." Yun Zheng shook her head. "I'm worried you'll get dizzy if you stay in the sun for too long."
He chuckled, suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling gently.
Yun Zheng was caught off guard and staggered when he pulled her, almost falling into his arms.
She hurriedly held onto the wheelchair armrest and glared at him, "Fu Linghe!"
"Hmm?" He said innocently, "What's wrong?"
"You..." She was so angry, but she couldn't do anything about it. She could only stand up straight with a red face, "Stop it."
He looked at her red ears, the smile in his eyes deepened. Suddenly, he raised his hand to touch her cheek, and gently rubbed the corner of her lips with his thumb. "Zheng Zheng."
"What?" Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
"Lower your head." His voice was low and hoarse, with an irresistible tone.
Yun Zheng pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward slightly.
The next second, he clasped his hands around the back of her neck, gently pulled it, and kissed her.
The kiss was light, not punitive like the previous ones, but rather so gentle that it made one's heart tremble.
His lips were a little cold, yet incredibly soft, gently rubbing against hers, as if confirming something.
Yun Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.
After a long time, he let go of her, rubbed the corner of her lips with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Don't hide anything from me from now on, do you hear me?"
Yun Zheng's heart was pounding, but she pretended to be calm and turned away: "I know."
He curled his lips in satisfaction, leaned back into the wheelchair, and closed his eyes lazily. "Push me a little longer."
Yun Zheng took a deep breath, calmed her heartbeat, and continued to push him forward.
This bastard guy just flirts with her every day because he likes her!
The sunlight shone through the gaps between the sycamore leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on Fu Linghe's pale face.
Yun Zheng's hands tightened slightly as she pushed the wheelchair, and her knuckles turned white from the force.
The sudden kiss just now made her heart beat so fast that it still couldn't calm down.
"Fu Linghe, you should go back." Yun Zheng said softly, her eyes glancing at the blue needle marks on the back of his hand. "The doctor said you can't stay out for too long."
He closed his eyes, a lazy smile on his lips. "Five more minutes."
"No," she said firmly this time. "It's been over twenty minutes."
Fu Linghe finally opened his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting bits of sunlight, yet they were bottomless.
He raised his hand and took Yun Zheng's hand, which was resting on the wheelchair. His fingertips gently stroked her wrist. "Are you in such a hurry to go back? Are you afraid that I might do something to you again?"
Yun Zheng felt a heat in her ears and tried to pull her hand back but he held it even tighter.
Just then, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing by the fountain, the woman who had kindly helped her pick up the medicine bottle.
Her amber eyes, the same color as her own, were staring straight at her, with a look so complex that it was frightening.
Yun Zheng couldn't help but stop and looked towards her uncontrollably.
Fu Linghe immediately noticed her abnormality and followed her gaze.
"Know him?" His voice was dangerously low.
Yun Zheng nodded subconsciously, then shook her head, "Not really, we just met once."
"It's the woman you said helped you pick up the medicine bottles." Fu Linghe tilted his head and looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes.
Yun Zheng did not deny it and nodded slightly.
"Push me over and say hello"
"No!" Yun Zheng lowered her voice, "You should go back and rest now."
"Zheng Zheng." He interrupted her, "Push me over. She just helped you. Shouldn't I thank her?"
Yun Zheng hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up and pushed the wheelchair towards the fountain.
As the distance got closer, Yun Zheng noticed that in addition to the crescent-shaped scar on the woman's wrist, there were also several small scratches, as if she had been injured by some sharp weapon.
What made her even more uneasy was that the woman's eyes were always fixed on her, completely ignoring Fu Linghe in the wheelchair.
"Hello, ma'am." Fu Linghe's tone was neither cold nor warm, but he still had the most basic courtesy. "My wife said you just helped her?"
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