Chapter 343 Everyone in the hospital will know tomorrow!
The woman then slowly shifted her gaze to Fu Linghe's face, and her amber pupils suddenly contracted.
She subconsciously took a half step back, her gaze still vaguely fixed on Yun Zheng.
"You're welcome." Her voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and her tone lacked much emotion, but her eyes remained glued to Yun Zheng. "I... your wife and I get along quite well."
The rhythm of Fu Linghe's knuckles tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair suddenly stopped.
The sunlight cast the shadow of his eyelashes on his cheekbones, forming two sharp arcs.
"Really?" He chuckled, his hand casually playing with Yun Zheng's fingertips. "My wife is indeed easy to attract people's attention."
"Why... do you always wear a mask?" Yun Zheng looked at the woman in front of her and asked this question for some unknown reason.
It’s understandable that you wore a mask in the hospital just now, but now you are in the garden, so there is no need to wear a mask anymore, right?
Besides, wearing a mask is stuffy. Is there really anyone who likes wearing a mask so much?
"I have a cold and I'm afraid of infecting others, so I won't pick it." Ning Zhi's tone softened, which made people feel comfortable.
The tone was completely different from when he spoke to Fu Linghe just now!
Yun Zheng frowned slightly. She always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity from her, which made her want to get closer.
She had never felt this way about a stranger, so Yun Zheng thought she might know her.
"Auntie, do we... know each other?" Yun Zheng looked into the woman's eyes, not wanting to miss any expression on her face.
Ning Zhi's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and the corners of her lips under the mask tightened slightly.
She looked at Yun Zheng, and a complex light flashed in her amber pupils, like nostalgia, or like hidden pain.
"How could that be?" She shook her head gently, her voice still gentle, but with a barely perceptible sob, "We... are meeting for the first time."
Yun Zheng was stunned. For some reason, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
She always felt that she should know this woman.
Fu Linghe's gaze swept between the two of them, and his eyes darkened.
He suddenly reached out and brought Yun Zheng closer to him, his tone light but unquestionable, "Madam, we should go back."
Yun Zheng came back to her senses and nodded, but before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at Ning Zhi, "If you're not feeling well, go back to the ward and rest. Don't be exposed to the cold wind."
Ning Zhi stood there, the wind gently blowing the corners of her clothes, her eyes always following Yun Zheng's back until her figure disappeared around the corner.
"Zhizhi..." An anxious male voice brought Ning Zhi back from her wandering thoughts.
Ning Zhi turned around and saw Mo Chenfeng walking towards her quickly, his eyes full of worry, "Why are you here alone?"
"I miss her and want to come to the hospital to see her." Ning Zhi's mouth curled up with bitterness. That was her biological daughter whom she missed day and night.
But now she doesn't even have the qualifications to tell Yun Zheng that she is her biological mother.
Mo Chenfeng hugged his wife in his arms and held her tightly with heartache.
"Zhizhi, please be patient. Let's meet Zhengzheng again when the condition of the boy from the Fu family stabilizes."
Ning Zhi did not answer, but mechanically buried her head in his arms, absorbing this moment of peace.
Mo Chenfeng gently stroked Ning Zhi's long hair, his voice low and firm, "I've endured it all these years, so it won't hurt to endure it for a little while longer."
Ning Zhi nodded in his arms, but a tear couldn't help but slide down the corner of her eye.
She raised her hand to wipe it, but Mo Chenfeng gently held her wrist and said, "Cry if you want to. You don't have to hold it in in front of me."
Mo Chenfeng looked at his wife trying hard to hold back her tears, and his heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle.
He held Ning Zhi's face in his hands, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb. His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it, "Zhizhi, can we find a place to sit for a while?"
Ning Zhi shook her head, clutched his collar, and stood there stubbornly, "Let me stand there for a while. She just walked this way."
Mo Chenfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
The winter wind was chilly. He carefully straightened her collar and paused when his fingertips touched her cold cheek. "Why is it so cold?"
He suddenly bent down, wrapped her red, frozen hands with his warm palms, and blew gently on them at his lips.
Ning Zhi stared blankly at her husband's focused profile. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and the white mist he exhaled blurred his sharp outline.
"Chen Feng..." Ning Zhi's voice trembled, "I almost couldn't help it just now. When she called me aunt, I wanted to tell her so much..."
"I know." Mo Chenfeng placed her cold hand on his cheek, "Our Zhizhi is the strongest."
He suddenly lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers. "Give me another two weeks. Once Fu Linghe recovers a bit, I'll arrange a meeting for you personally, okay?"
Ning Zhi sniffed, and Mo Chenfeng immediately took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
It was a handkerchief embroidered with gardenias by her. The edges were a little worn, but he had preserved it very well.
"Use this." He applied it gently, as if handling fragile porcelain. "Your favorite gardenia scent."
In the distance, the shadows of trees were swaying, and Mo Chenfeng sat down on the bench with his wife in his arms.
He pulled out a thermos from his briefcase like a magician, unscrewing the lid and letting out steam. "I made you a hoarse voice from the pear soup I made this morning."
Ning Zhi took small sips, and the warm sweet soup slid down her throat.
Mo Chenfeng stared at the tip of her slightly red nose, and suddenly reached out to tuck her scattered hair behind her ears.
The setting sun stretched their shadows very long.
Mo Chenfeng suddenly lowered his head and kissed the top of Ning Zhi's head. His voice was very gentle, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook."
Ning Zhi raised her face and finally showed her first smile of the day, "As long as it's you who does it, it's fine."
"Then..." Mo Chenfeng pretended to be in deep thought, but a gentle light shone in his eyes, "Sweet and sour spare ribs?"
Ning Zhi lightly hit his chest, and he took the opportunity to grab her fingers.
Mo Chenfeng's thumb stroked the wedding ring on her ring finger, and his voice suddenly became serious. "Zhizhi, I promise that soon we will be reunited as a family."
As dusk deepened, Mo Chenfeng half-knelt down to tie his wife's shoelaces.
When he stood up, a fallen leaf stuck to Ning Zhi's shoulder. He picked it up carefully, but suddenly froze.
That is a heart-shaped ginkgo leaf.
"Look." He placed the leaf in Ning Zhi's palm, "Even God is giving us a heart."
Ning Zhi burst into laughter and carefully put the leaf into her husband's suit pocket.
Mo Chenfeng took her hand and interlocked their fingers. "Come home. I'll make some soup to warm you up."
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After returning to the ward, Yun Zheng was still a little absent-minded.
"What are you thinking about?" Fu Linghe's voice came from the side, low and magnetic.
Yun Zheng shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "That auntie... I always feel like the way she looks at me is like she's looking at someone very important."
Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly, and his fingertips gently stroked her wrist, saying in a light tone, "You must be overthinking it. You have only met once."
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and said nothing more.
But her intuition told her that the woman must have something to do with her.
"Fu Linghe, don't you think her eyes look like mine?" Yun Zheng was asking Fu Linghe, but her tone was clearly firm. "Especially the eye color."
Yun Zheng's eyes are amber in color, just like she is wearing cosmetic contact lenses, but it is her natural eye color.
Fu Linghe's expression changed subtly, but soon returned to normal.
"I didn't notice." He raised his hand and pinched Yun Zheng's cheek, a lazy smile on his lips. "I never look at women other than Mrs. Fu. How can I know what other people's eyes look like?"
Yun Zheng's ears turned red from his amusement, and she gently slapped his hand away, "Don't give me that, you obviously noticed it."
Fu Linghe chuckled softly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her to lower her head slightly and look at him.
His fingertips gently stroked the skin on the side of her neck, his eyes so deep that he seemed to want to suck her in. "Zheng Zheng, do you know that your delusional thoughts like this..."
He deliberately dragged out the ending of the word, rubbing his thumb across her lips, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Particularly seductive?"
Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously tried to dodge, but he held her tightly.
She glared at him, "Fu Linghe, you are a patient now, don't be so arrogant."
"What's wrong with the patient?" He raised an eyebrow, his fingertips gently rubbing circles on the back of her neck. "Can't a patient tease his own wife?"
Fu Linghe's fingertips slid from the back of her neck to her chin and gently lifted it up.
Yun Zheng was trapped between his wheelchair and his chest, and all she breathed was the fresh medicinal fragrance of his body mixed with the faint scent of cedar.
"Mrs. Fu," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb across her trembling lips, "when you're distracted... you need some special treatment."
Before he could finish his words, warm lips pressed down on him.
Yun Zheng subconsciously grabbed the collar of his hospital gown, her knuckles rubbing against the surgical scar on his collarbone that had not yet healed, and then let go as if she had been electrocuted.
Fu Linghe took the opportunity to grab her wrist and press it against his chest, the entanglement between their lips and teeth carrying an irresistible force.
"Well... be careful not to get hurt..." Yun Zheng's vague protest was swallowed up by him.
Fu Linghe's slightly awkward manner made her feel weak all over, and the hand that was originally pushing him away had turned into a hand that tightly grasped the clothes on his chest.
Dusk deepened outside the window, casting the overlapping figures of the two people on the white wall of the ward.
Fu Linghe finally pulled away slightly, his nose still rubbing against hers affectionately, his breath hot, "Are you still thinking about someone else now?"
Yun Zheng's breathing was unstable, and her amber pupils were covered with a layer of mist.
She was about to speak when Fu Linghe suddenly picked her up and hugged her neck in shock. "What are you doing? The doctor said you can't..."
"I still have the strength to hold my wife." He carried her towards the hospital bed. His knees stiffened for a moment barely noticeable when they touched the edge of the bed, but he placed Yun Zheng steadily on the snow-white sheets.
As the shadow descended, Yun Zheng saw the sweat on his forehead and wiped it with concern, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Linghe grabbed her finger and bit it gently, his eyes filled with dark thoughts. "A kiss will make it less painful."
The heartbeat line on the bedside monitor suddenly fluctuated violently.
Although Fu Linghe is the owner of this body, he can no longer control his heart when he meets Yun Zheng!
As Yun Zheng blushed as he kissed her earlobe, she heard another nurse exclaim in the corridor, "Why did the patient's heart rate suddenly drop..."
The voice stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps fading away.
Fu Linghe buried his head in the crook of her neck with a sullen laugh. "It's over. Tomorrow the whole hospital will know that I can't control myself anymore towards Madam."
Yun Zheng hit his shoulder in embarrassment, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow.
The moment their fingers intertwined, Fu Linghe suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes as dark as the night. "Zheng Zheng, no matter who that person is."
He lowered his head and kissed her pounding pulse. "Here, you can only think of me."
The last ray of sunlight outside the window disappeared, and the alarm of the electrocardiogram monitor mixed with the lingering sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
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