Chapter 350 It’s not too late to regret now!
Yun Zheng and Fu Linghe stayed at the Mo family for half an hour.
They all wanted to keep her at home for dinner before leaving, but Yun Zheng politely declined.
The scenery outside the car window was rapidly receding, and the warm sun had already soaked the skyline.
Yun Zheng could feel Fu Linghe's breath on her neck, warm but with an irregular frequency.
The man clung to her like a wounded beast, his right arm across her waist with such force that it almost took her breath away.
"Loosen up a bit..." She protested softly, her fingers caressing his tense forearm. "The wound on your hand hasn't healed yet. Don't let it break open again!"
"Or... Mr. Fu, you don't want to be discharged from the hospital? Do you want to stay in Country A for a while longer?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Linghe tightened his grip even more, putting his nose behind her ear and taking a deep breath.
Yun Zheng could smell the woody scent that he was used to wearing on a daily basis, as well as the scent of wisteria that he brought from the Mo family.
The atmosphere in the car was so stagnant that it was suffocating. The driver even breathed very lightly for fear of disturbing the people in the back seat.
Yun Zheng's hands patted his shoulders from time to time, as if she was soothing a large, angry dog.
She was about to say something when she suddenly felt something wet on the side of her neck.
Fu Linghe's eyelashes brushed across her skin, leaving a suspicious dampness.
"Am I very selfish?" He said in a muffled voice, his voice hoarse.
Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat at his unreasonable words and she turned to look at him.
Fu Linghe stubbornly buried his face in her shoulder, leaving only the red tips of his ears exposed.
"Stop the car!" Without waiting for her to answer, Fu Linghe suddenly looked up and shouted at the driver.
The Maybach braked suddenly to the side of the road, startling a group of sparrows that were nesting there.
Fu Linghe finally released his grip, but instead held her face.
Only then did Yun Zheng see the bloodshot in his eyes.
His thumb unconsciously rubbed her cheekbone, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
"You still have time to go back now." His voice was as tense as a drawn bowstring. "They are your blood relatives..."
The dusk shone through the car window, casting mottled shadows on his profile, and the scar on his forehead, which was hidden in the hairline, was barely visible.
Yun Zheng noticed a fresh bite mark on his lower lip, which must have been caused by himself when he was trying to suppress his emotions.
"Fu Linghe." She held his trembling wrist, "What on earth are you..."
"The hatred between the Fu and Mo families should not become your shackles. You and I will allow there to be no conflict between them."
He interrupted suddenly, speaking abnormally quickly, "If I can't even handle this..."
The man's Adam's apple rolled violently. "I'm not worthy of being your husband."
These words were like a red-hot iron, burning Yun Zheng's heart.
Only then did she realize that this man, who only had memories of being 17, had been thinking in ways beyond his current mind.
It's not that he's willful and jealous, but that he truly weighs the pros and cons for her.
The air conditioner in the car made a slight hum, and the blue light of the dashboard reflected on Fu Linghe's tense jawline.
Yun Zheng suddenly held his face and kissed him hard on the lips in the man's astonished gaze.
This kiss was without any lust, just lips pressed tightly together, yet they could feel each other's disordered breathing.
"Listen carefully." As they separated, she rested her forehead against his, her nose rubbing against his cool glasses. "I chose you, and I won't regret it."
Fu Linghe's pupils dilated in the dim light, like two disturbed deep pools.
Yun Zheng took the opportunity to push his scattered hair back and touched the throbbing blood vessels in his temples with her fingertips.
"But..."
"No buts." She interrupted him and deliberately rubbed his wet eyelashes with her fingertips. "Mr. Fu, the most important thing to worry about now is to recover well, instead of dwelling on unnecessary things."
These words seemed to have pressed a switch, and Fu Linghe suddenly hugged her in his arms.
Yun Zheng was caught off guard and bumped into his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat in his chest.
The man rested his chin on the top of her head, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
"Go back to the hospital." He instructed the driver. His voice had regained some of its former calmness, but he still refused to loosen his arms around her.
When the car started again, Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his heart.
"You are the only family member I consider here." He imitated her words from the morning, and a sincere smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The street lights gradually lit up, casting flowing light and shadows inside the car.
Yun Zheng leaned on his shoulder and counted his heartbeat which was gradually becoming steady.
When the car drove into the hospital gate, Fu Linghe suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to eat you tonight!"
This incoherent request made Yun Zheng laugh.
She knew that this was Fu Linghe's signal of reconciliation, using a willful little request to cover up his previous gaffe.
She deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Patients should eat sick meals."
"Wife~" He drawled out his words, circling her waist with his fingers.
The word "wife" was called so many times that it almost melted Yun Zheng's heart.
After the car stopped, Fu Linghe insisted on holding her hand and walking into the elevator.
The 1.89-meter-tall man was following her closely at this moment, like a large dog afraid of being abandoned by its owner.
The elevator mirror reflected their clasped hands, and the wedding ring on his ring finger gleamed coldly under the ceiling light.
The ward remained exactly as they had left it. The morning's messy bedding was piled at the foot of the bed, and Yun Zheng's lip prints were on the rim of the water glass on the bedside table.
As soon as Fu Linghe entered the room, he kicked off his leather shoes and lay back on the hospital bed, but he still held Yun Zheng's hand tightly.
"Call the nurse to change the dressing." Yun Zheng tried to pull her hand away. "I'll go pack my luggage."
Upon hearing this, Fu Linghe immediately straightened up and asked, "Leave now?"
"Didn't the doctor say yesterday that we still need to observe for five days? There are only four days left." Yun Zheng took out a suitcase from the closet. "You've been here for two weeks, and your stuff is almost filling up the ward."
Indeed, Fu Linghe's hospital life was comparable to that of a five-star hotel.
The windowsill was filled with flowers that Yun Zheng changed every day, the coffee table was piled with his favorite financial magazines, and even the bathroom was stocked with his usual toiletries.
When Yun Zheng squatted in front of the closet to sort out clothes, she could smell the faint scent of jasmine on each shirt.
When the nurse knocked on the door and came in, Fu Linghe was lying on the bed watching Yun Zheng pack her luggage.
He cooperated by unbuttoning his hospital gown, revealing his right arm wrapped in gauze, but his eyes were always glued to Yun Zheng.
When the nurse removed the last layer of gauze, Yun Zheng couldn't help but gasp.
As expected, two stitches had broken at the sutures, and the sight of blood seeping out made her eyes warm.
"How did it happen again?" Yun Zheng put down the half-folded shirt, walked to the bed and held his uninjured left hand.
Fu Linghe shrugged nonchalantly, "It was just an accident."
The man's palm was a circle larger than hers, and there were thin calluses on his fingertips from years of holding pens.
At this moment, these hands were rubbing her wrist bones nervously, as if confirming her existence.
"Mr. Fu, bear with it for a moment." The nurse picked up a sterile cotton swab. "It will be a little painful."
Fu Linghe didn't even frown. Instead, he pinched Yun Zheng's fingertips and said, "There are many more serious injuries than this."
That's true.
Yun Zheng looked at his naked upper body. The crisscrossing scars were of varying depths. One could imagine how painful it must have been.
The most hideous one was a slanting cut from the left rib to the side of the waist, left by the car accident that year.
The smell of disinfectant filled the ward.
Fu Linghe suddenly pulled Yun Zheng's hand to his lips and gently bit her ring finger.
"Does it hurt?" Yun Zheng rubbed his dry lips with her fingertips.
Fu Linghe shook his head, but suddenly said, "There are quite a few photos of you in the study of the Mo family's old house."
Yun Zheng paused while folding clothes.
"They were probably taken recently, with a few from when you were in school. These are probably all the photos of you they can find." He continued, his eyes fixed on the nurse's actions in treating the injury.
The nurse wrapped the new gauze neatly and tactfully left the ward.
Yun Zheng stood there and suddenly felt her throat tighten.
"They..." Fu Linghe struggled to form his words, "They've been looking for you all these years. They never gave up on you. Losing you in the hospital that year was an accident, not because they didn't want you."
Yun Zheng walked back to the bed and found that the man's eyes were red again.
This time it wasn't out of anger, but some complex emotion that she couldn't understand.
She leaned over and hugged him, pressing his face to her heart.
"I know." She stroked the nub at the back of his neck. "But... I said I chose you, didn't I?"
Fu Linghe tightened his arms and rubbed his nose against the fabric of her chest.
Yun Zheng could feel his warm breath seeping into her skin through the fabric, like countless tiny electric currents.
"Keep cleaning up." He said sullenly after a while, but refused to let go.
Yun Zheng had no choice but to drag the human-shaped pendant back to the suitcase.
Fu Linghe put his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and watched her pack the folded shirts into the suitcase one by one.
Whenever she picked up a personal item, he would come closer to sniff it and then make comments, such as "I need this" or "I need this too."
Anything that smells like Yunzheng must be brought!
"Mr. Fu," Yun Zheng held up a tie, "how about this one?"
Fu Linghe held one end of the tie in his mouth and said vaguely, "Take whatever you've worn."
Yun Zheng smiled and tried to grab it, but he took the opportunity to kiss her.
The tie wrapped around their fingers as they were pulled, like a dark blue rope, binding them tightly together.
When Yun Zheng packed up the last book, she found it was "The Little Prince".
There was a note between the pages, with her scribbled handwriting on it: "To the little prince who will never grow up. - Your rose"
Fu Linghe snatched the note and stuffed it into his pocket, saying confidently, "This belongs to me."
It was late at night, and the shadows of the trees outside the window cast swaying patterns on the wall.
Yun Zheng pulled up the suitcase and turned around to find Fu Linghe leaning against the head of the bed, drowsy.
The way he forced himself to keep his eyelids open and wait for her to come over was just like the boy who had a high fever but still waited for her to get off work.
"Go to sleep." She kissed his forehead. "We'll be home soon."
Fu Linghe grabbed her wrist in a half-asleep state and muttered something.
Yun Zheng leaned over to listen, only catching a few fragments of words, "It's okay if you don't recognize them... You... You have me~"
She gently pried his fingers apart, but when she stood up, he pulled her back onto the bed.
Fu Linghe instinctively held her in his arms, buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to carve her breath into his lungs.
Moonlight shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed, outlining the overlapping figures of the two people.
She turned gently and placed a feather-like kiss on Fu Linghe's lips.
The man tightened his arms in his sleep, holding her tighter.
Yun Zheng knew that no matter how many memories she recovered, no matter how many blood ties she faced, this embrace was her only home.
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