Chapter 348 The couple went to Mo's house together
The morning light shone through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the hospital bed. Yun Zheng gently moved her eyelashes under the influence of her biological clock.
Before she opened her eyes, she felt a heavy weight on her waist.
Fu Linghe's arm was across her body, and the rough texture of the gauze was caressing her skin through her hospital gown.
"Awake?" A low, hoarse voice carried the laziness of waking up in the morning, and warm breath brushed against her ear.
When Yun Zheng opened her eyes, she met Fu Linghe's deep eyes.
He was hanging above her on his elbows, his hospital gown with an open collar revealing a large area of his strong chest, and there were still red marks on his collarbone where she had bitten him in excitement last night.
She just opened her lips to say good morning, but before she could utter a word, the man leaned over and sealed her lips impatiently.
The kiss had the coolness of mint toothpaste, but the tip of the tongue was as hot as a branding iron.
Yun Zheng was pressed down by him, the back of her head buried in the soft down pillow, her fingers unconsciously clutching the sheets.
Fu Linghe's hands began to rub unconsciously...
"Um...don't..." Yun Zheng turned her head away from his lips and placed her fingers on his bandaged right arm.
In the morning light, the stitches shone like mother-of-pearl, like a centipede curled up against his tan skin.
Fu Linghe knew what he was going to say. He chuckled softly and nuzzled her red earlobe. "I checked it a long time ago. It's not cracked."
He retreated with satisfaction only after hearing her rapid gasp.
"But you..." Fu Linghe's finger touched the kiss mark on her collarbone, "Why is it cracked here?"
Yun Zheng kicked him in embarrassment, but the man took the opportunity to restrain her with his long legs.
The bed creaked under the weight of the load, and she hurriedly held down his reckless hand. "Don't mess around... The doctor will be here for rounds at 8 o'clock, you know that!"
The clock hanging on the wall pointed to seven-fifteen, and the sound of the second hand ticking was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
Fu Linghe glanced at the time and reluctantly pulled his hand away, but still held her in his arms.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. The jasmine scent of the shower gel mixed with her unique body fragrance made his Adam's apple roll.
"Fu Linghe..." Yun Zheng suddenly called him softly, her fingertips unconsciously twirling around his scattered black hair, "I want to go somewhere."
The man paused, and the moment he raised his head, his eyes changed.
In the morning light, his silhouette resembled a drawn sword, his jawline forming a sharp arc. "Where are you going?"
Fu Linghe's fingers still lingered at the back of her waist, with a hint of danger.
Yun Zheng noticed the instant tenseness of his muscles and quickly touched his chest. "Mojia."
His fingertips suddenly froze at Yun Zheng's waist, like a flame that was suddenly frozen.
When he propped himself up, the bed made a sharp creaking sound, and in the morning light one could clearly see his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip.
"Mohism?" These two words squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying with them a chill as ice.
He unconsciously clenched the bed sheet with his right hand, and the sutures formed a hideous arc under the gauze.
Yun Zheng immediately noticed that his body temperature had dropped sharply, and the chest under her palm felt like a branding iron that had suddenly cooled down.
She hurriedly raised herself up, not even bothering to pull up the straps of her silk nightgown as it slipped off. Her fingers eagerly cupped his face, "Don't think too much, just go and say thank you!"
"Do I need to come in person to express my gratitude?" Fu Linghe interrupted her with a sneer, and suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed.
The sound of bare feet on the marble floor was like thunder.
As he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair, his metal cufflinks sparked against the wall. "That's enough for a phone call."
The sparrows outside the window were startled by the noise and flew away, flapping their wings and hitting the glass.
Yun Zheng watched Fu Linghe tying his tie with his back to her. Every gesture was filled with suppressed violence. The silk fabric made a "hissing" sound between his fingers as it could not bear the weight. It was a rare moment of loss of composure.
"Fu Linghe." She stepped barefoot on the cold ground and hugged him from behind.
The man's back muscles were as hard as steel plates, and one could even feel the protruding shapes of the vertebrae.
She pressed her cheek against his tense shoulder blades, her voice muffled by the expensive material of his suit, "Are you afraid I'll recognize them?"
Fu Linghe's hand, which was tying his tie, suddenly hung in mid-air.
The morning light passed through his slender fingers, casting spider-web-like shadows on the wall.
His Adam's apple rolled violently for a few times, and finally he said in a hoarse voice, "Change clothes."
When Yun Zheng walked around to him, she found that he was trembling slightly.
This man who could still talk and laugh even with a broken right arm, now has his pale lips pressed into a straight line and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
"Look at me." She stood on tiptoe and cupped his face, her thumb stroking his tense masseter.
Fu Linghe lowered his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes cast two shadows under his eyes, covering up the surging emotions in his eyes.
It wasn't until she called his name for the third time that he reluctantly raised his eyelids.
In those eyes that were always filled with arrogance, there was now a fragility that Yun Zheng had never seen before.
Like a lighthouse on the sea in the middle of the night that is about to go out, it stubbornly keeps on lighting up the last bit of light before the storm comes.
"I had a dream last night," he said suddenly, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "I dreamed you didn't want me to go back with them."
His right hand unconsciously stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist. "Standing in the Mo family ancestral hall and changing my surname."
Yun Zheng's heart suddenly tightened.
Only then did she notice the cigarette butts piled in the ashtray on the bedside table and the edge of the aluminum foil containing sleeping pills sticking out of the inside pocket of his suit.
It turned out that he woke up every night these days not only because of the pain from the wound.
"I'm Mrs. Fu, I'm doing well, why should I change my last name?" Her nose felt sore, she pulled his tie to force him to lower his head, and pecked his tense lips lightly, "But..."
She traced the curve of his brow with her fingertips. "If they pay me to change my name, I might consider calling you mom and dad."
Fu Linghe's pupils suddenly shrank, and the force with which he gripped her wrist almost broke her bones.
But the moment he saw her frown in pain, he hurriedly let go and stroked the red mark with his fingertips guiltily.
"Fool." Yun Zheng pressed his hand to her heart, "You're the only one I consider my family here."
Feeling the heartbeat gradually stabilizing under his palm, she added softly, "But Mo Shi'an did save you, so the proper etiquette cannot..."
"Wear that pearly white cheongsam." He suddenly interrupted, his fingers tracing the kiss mark on her collarbone, his eyes regaining their former sharpness, "The one I gave you."
Yun Zheng burst out laughing, but her tears fell on the back of his hand.
This was Fu Linghe's style of compromise, and she knew it.
When she turned around to get her clothes, she heard him dialing the phone behind her, "Prepare the car, go to the Mo family's old house."
The man's voice had returned to the ruthless and decisive voice of the Fu family's leader, but his right hand was still tightly grasping the corner of her nightgown.
The sunlight shone through the gauze curtain onto the bony hand, and the protruding joints were bluish-white.
Yun Zheng quietly put her left hand on him and interlocked her fingers with his.
The wedding ring on the ring finger sparkled in the morning light, like a sharp blade that cut off all hesitation.
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Half an hour later, on the way to the Mo family's old house.
The black Maybach drove steadily towards the Mo family's old house. The sun was shining outside the car window and the shadows of the trees were swaying.
There was a tense atmosphere in the car.
Fu Linghe sat on the leather seat, his slender fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees in a messy rhythm.
The lines of his profile were extremely tense, his jaw angle was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were always fixed on the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, deliberately avoiding Yun Zheng beside him.
Yun Zheng glanced at him secretly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
This man was obviously extremely nervous inside, but he had to pretend to be calm on the surface.
She deliberately moved closer to him, her soft arms pressed against his tense muscles, "Mr. Fu~"
She drawled out her words, gently poking his side with her fingertips. "Are you mad at me? Why are you ignoring me?"
Fu Linghe's body obviously stiffened for a moment, but he still stubbornly refused to turn his head.
"Focus on driving." He said coldly to the driver in the front seat, with a barely perceptible tension in his voice.
A hint of cunning flashed in Yun Zheng's eyes.
She suddenly leaned over, pressed her warm lips against his cold earlobe, and bit it gently.
"Fu Linghe," she whispered softly in his ear, "if you continue to ignore me, I'll really consider returning to my roots."
This sentence was like a fire, instantly igniting the man's nerves.
Fu Linghe turned his head suddenly, and suppressed emotions surged in his ink-black eyes.
He grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost hurt her.
"You dare!" His voice was dangerously low, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.
Yun Zheng was not afraid but smiled instead, and stroked his tense cheek with her other hand.
"Then look at me," she said in a voice as soft as cotton candy. "You haven't even looked at me since we got in the car."
"What? Are you tired of seeing me?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed in Fu Linghe's eyes, but the strength in his hands unconsciously loosened a little.
Yun Zheng took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, cupped his face with both hands, and forced him to look directly at her.
The sunlight shone through the car window onto his handsome features, and Yun Zheng then discovered that there was a faint dark circle under his eyes.
Her heart softened and she gently stroked the shadow with her thumb.
"You haven't slept well in a few days, have you?" she asked softly.
Fu Linghe turned his face away, but he couldn't hide the blush on his ears.
"The wound hurts." He spat out the three words stiffly, his tone as awkward as a child throwing a tantrum.
Yun Zheng felt so distressed that she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his tightly pursed lips.
"Fool," she sighed, "If I really wanted to recognize them, I would have done so long ago."
Fu Linghe's eyes flickered slightly, and he finally turned to look directly at her. Those eyes, always sharp as a hawk's, now held a hint of uncertainty.
"Why not?" he said hoarsely. "They can give you better."
Yun Zheng felt a pang of pain in her nose, and suddenly understood his abnormal behavior over the past few days.
This man who was so arrogant in front of outsiders was actually afraid that she would care about the Mo family's family affection and that she would regret choosing him.
"Better?" She tilted her head deliberately, a sly glint in her eye. "Like?"
"Family background, status, wealth..." Fu Linghe's brows furrowed even more with every word he spoke.
Yun Zheng suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so hard that she fell back and forth, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Fu Linghe." She finally stopped laughing and held his face in her hands, saying seriously, "Have you forgotten that you are the head of the Fu family in the capital? In terms of family background, status and wealth, how is yours worse than the Mo family?"
Fu Linghe was stunned, obviously not expecting this angle.
"Besides," Yun Zheng leaned on his shoulder, playing with his tie with her fingers, "If I really cared about these things, I wouldn't have..." She suddenly paused, a blush on her cheeks.
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened and he pinched her chin to force her to look up.
"No what?" His voice dropped dangerously low.
Yun Zheng bit her lower lip and continued, "I won't deny them even if they chase me all the way to the capital. I'll just drive them back."
This sentence was like a key, instantly opening the locked door of Fu Linghe's heart.
The haze in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a scorching light.
He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
This kiss had a hint of punishment, but also contained indescribable tenderness.
Yun Zheng was dizzy from his kiss, and only pushed him away breathlessly when the car slowly stopped.
"We're here..." She blushed and straightened her collar which was messed up by him.
Fu Linghe then reluctantly let her go, but his eyes were still glued to her moist lips.
He took a deep breath, barely suppressed his surging emotions, and was the first to open the car door.
The iron gate of the Mo family's old house glowed coldly in the sunlight.
Yun Zheng held Fu Linghe's arm and could clearly feel the tension in his muscles.
"Relax," she whispered soothingly, "We're just here to say thank you."
Fu Linghe snorted coldly, but subconsciously brought her closer to him, showing his protectiveness.
The bodyguard at the door was visibly stunned when he saw the two of them. "Excuse me, who are you..."
"Yun Zheng," she said calmly, "I'm here to visit Mr. Mo Shi'an."
A hint of surprise flashed in the bodyguard's eyes, and he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie.
In less than thirty seconds, a loud noise came from the intercom, and the sound of something being knocked over could be vaguely heard.
Two minutes later, the door of the old house was suddenly pushed open.
The first one to rush out was Mo Shian.
He didn't even have time to put on his coat, and the cuffs of his white shirt were still stained with ink, obviously he had rushed in from the study.
The moment he saw Yun Zheng, he stopped abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Zheng...Zheng Zheng?" His voice was trembling a little.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Chenfeng supported Old Man Mo and walked quickly over.
The old man had even forgotten to take his cane, his silver hair trembling slightly in the wind. Mo Chenfeng remained relatively calm, but Yun Zheng could clearly see that his hand, which was holding the old man, was shaking slightly.
The last person to appear was Ning Zhi. She hadn't even put on her shoes properly, one foot was still in a slipper, and the other foot was bare on the marble floor.
Her eyes were fixed on Yun Zheng's face, her lips trembling, but she couldn't utter a word.
The air seemed to freeze.
Yun Zheng could feel that Fu Linghe's arm muscles were as tense as stones, and her own heartbeat was abnormally fast.
Mr. Mo was the first to come to his senses. He took a shaky step forward, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Child..." His voice was hoarse, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to say thank you." Yun Zheng steadied her voice and gave him a polite yet distant smile. "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for helping me contact the doctor."
This sentence was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the eagerness in the eyes of the Mo family.
They all thought that Yun Zheng had thought it through and came to recognize them.
Ning Zhi staggered and was supported by Mo Chenfeng in time.
A trace of pain flashed in Mo Shian's eyes, but he forced a smile.
"You should," he said in a dry voice, "Come in...come in and sit down."
Fu Linghe keenly sensed the change in atmosphere, and tightened his arms slightly, protecting Yun Zheng even tighter.
His sharp eyes swept over the Mo family members and finally landed on Mo Shian.
"No need," he said coldly, "just thank you and we'll leave."
When Mr. Mo heard this, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He stepped forward tremblingly, but stopped when he saw Fu Linghe's guarded attitude.
"Child." His voice choked. "At least... at least go in and have a cup of tea before leaving."
Yun Zheng's heart softened and she looked up at Fu Linghe.
The man pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with reluctance, but when he met her pleading gaze, he nodded imperceptibly.
"Sorry to bother you." Yun Zheng said softly.
These words seemed to turn on a switch. Ning Zhi suddenly broke free from her husband's hand and staggered forward two steps.
Her eyes greedily swept over Yun Zheng's eyebrows, and finally fell on her hand holding Fu Linghe.
"You..." Her voice trembled, "How are you doing?"
Yun Zheng was stunned. She didn't expect to hear such a question.
When she saw Ning Zhi's face clearly, her whole body froze.
She was... the aunt who helped her pick up medicine in the hospital at that time.
Yun Zheng remembered the amber eyes that were exactly the same as hers, and also remembered the conspicuous teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.
But she didn't expose it!
She subconsciously looked at Fu Linghe. Although the man had a stern expression, he quietly held her hand.
"I'm doing fine," she heard herself answer, her voice softer than she'd expected.
Ning Zhi's tears burst out instantly.
She hurriedly covered her face with a handkerchief, her shoulders shaking violently.
Mo Chenfeng held her in his arms, his eyes full of heartache.
Mr. Mo wiped his eyes and forced a smile.
"Please come in," he said in a hoarse voice, "It's sunny outside, don't get burned."
Yun Zheng nodded and walked towards the gate with Fu Linghe.
She could feel the eyes of everyone in the Mo family glued to her. That cautious, almost pious gaze made her heart feel sour.
Fu Linghe seemed to sense her emotions, and with a little force from his arms, he pulled her towards him.
"I'm here." He whispered so only she could hear.
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