Chapter 351 Taking you to relax, but not asking you to cheat on him!
Perhaps because he knew he would be going back soon, Fu Linghe has become much more restrained these days.
He would occasionally act a little naughty and ask Yun Zheng to kiss and comfort him, but he didn't cause any trouble.
But there is still no sign of remembering.
At the beginning, Yun Zheng still had a little hope that he would remember this matter, but now she has become completely indifferent.
Regardless of whether there is that memory or not, Fu Linghe is Fu Linghe. He sticks to her, pampers her, and loves her. He is a little narrow-minded and a little childish.
Everything else can be said to be unchanged.
Look, Yun Zheng had just chatted with her mother-in-law, and a petty-minded person had been leaning against the door frame and eavesdropping for a long time!
Yun Zheng had seen it a long time ago, but pretended not to see it.
"Mom, our private flight is tomorrow morning. Do you want to go out for a little fun tonight?"
Yun Zheng spoke at a normal volume for the first sentence, but lowered her voice for the next one, leaning close to her mother-in-law's ear so only the two of them could hear her. "He's been going to bed early these past few days. Once he's asleep, we can go there secretly."
Shen Lanshu's eyes lit up, and she also lowered her voice, "Okay, then mom will take you to a good place tonight!"
"What good place?" Yun Zheng's curiosity was successfully aroused by her mother-in-law.
A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Shen Lanshu's lips, the kind of blatant wicked smile that made it clear at first glance that she was going to do something bad.
Sure enough, the next second, I heard my mother-in-law spit out four words with a smile, "Male Model Restaurant!"
"Country A is most famous for its male models. Mom has wanted to come and see them for a long time, but your dad is so petty that he keeps a very strict eye on me! I really don't have a chance to go out." Shen Lanshu's tone was full of regret.
Yun Zheng was also stunned when she heard this, and then subconsciously glanced at Fu Linghe, "Mom, Fu Linghe is still sick, this... is not good, right?"
It can only be said that the mother-in-law's ideas are still too avant-garde, and Yun Zheng couldn't react for a while.
"What's wrong with that? We're both going out to see the world and relax. It's not like you're cheating on him."
She glanced pointedly at the furtive figure at the door. "But if that jealous bastard in your family finds out...it'll be really hard to deal with."
Yun Zheng subconsciously glanced at the door again and saw that Fu Linghe's ear was almost touching the door frame, and his eavesdropping posture was too obvious.
She couldn't help but hold her forehead and said in a low voice: "Mom, please keep your voice down..."
"It's okay, he didn't hear it. If he had heard it, he would have rushed in." Shen Lanshu glanced at her son who was very cautious at the door with her eyes, her tone full of indifference.
"It's like we agreed that after he falls asleep tonight, we'll go out."
Shen Lanshu stared at Yun Zheng, afraid that he would regret not having a companion. "Mom will order eight for you tonight! I guarantee that all of them will be top-notch."
Yun Zheng hesitated for a moment, but finally succeeded. She overcame the hurdle in her heart and nodded.
"But how do you know so much about this, Mom?" Yun Zheng asked curiously.
Shen Lanshu raised her eyebrows proudly: "Your mother-in-law was an overseas student in Country A back then. What fun places had she not been to? If she hadn't married your father later..." She suddenly sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about that old-fashioned person."
Yun Zheng couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the Fu family's jealous personality was hereditary.
The two were whispering. The man standing by the door stretched his neck to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly. So he stopped pretending and walked in. "Where are you going? I want to go too."
Yun Zheng immediately sat up straight, putting on the most innocent expression possible. "I'm not going anywhere. You must have heard wrong."
Fu Linghe narrowed his eyes, glancing back and forth between his wife and mother. "You clearly said you were going out just now. I heard you."
Shen Lanshu gracefully picked up the teacup, hiding the smile on her lips, "Ling He, are you too nervous recently? We were just talking about tomorrow's flight."
"Mom," Fu Linghe strode over to Yun Zheng and sat down, his arm possessively wrapped around her waist, "Please go back and pack your things. We need to rest."
Shen Lanshu looked at her son's appearance of guarding his food and couldn't help but teasing him, "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. Isn't it too early for you young people to rest?"
"Mom~" Fu Linghe dragged out his tone, like a big boy playing tricks, "I have a headache."
Yun Zheng quickly reached out and touched his forehead. "Headache again? Do you want to call a doctor?"
Fu Linghe leaned his head on her shoulder and said, "No, it won't hurt if you stay with me."
Shen Lanshu shook her head and stood up. "Forget it, I'd better go back to my room first. Zheng Zheng, remember what we just talked about...the restaurant."
She deliberately emphasized the word "restaurant".
"Mom!" Fu Linghe immediately straightened up alertly, "What restaurant?"
Yun Zheng quickly stood up and walked her mother-in-law to the door. "Take care, Mom. I'll be there later... uh, see you tomorrow!"
She quickly closed the door and turned around to be blocked by Fu Linghe.
He placed his hands on her ears, trapping her between himself and the door. He lowered his head close to her face and asked, "Tell me the truth, what restaurant are you planning to go to without telling me?"
Yun Zheng's heart beat faster. Even though she became childish after losing her memory, she still couldn't stand the oppressive feeling of Fu Linghe's close proximity.
She feigned composure as she reached out to straighten his collar. "It's...it's a French restaurant that's really popular online. Mom said she wanted to try it."
Fu Linghe obviously didn't believe it. He leaned over and sniffed her neck like a vigilant police dog. "Your ears turn red when you lie."
Yun Zheng subconsciously touched her ears and found that they were indeed a little hot.
She glared at him in frustration. "You weren't this difficult before."
"Before?" Fu Linghe's eyes flashed with confusion, and then he asked stubbornly, "So what restaurant is it? Why didn't you take me with you?"
Seeing him looking so aggrieved and stubborn, Yun Zheng felt completely soft-hearted.
She reached out and cupped his face. "Because it's a Michelin three-star restaurant, reservations have to be made six months in advance, and we only managed to get two tables."
Fu Linghe frowned. "What restaurant is so hard to book? What's its name? I'll ask my assistant to check."
Yun Zheng's heart tightened, and she quickly stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin: "Don't bother the assistant, it's just a small restaurant, nothing special."
Fu Linghe's expression grew even more suspicious: "The more you say this, the more I think there's something wrong."
He suddenly thought of something and his face changed. "Could it be that kind of restaurant?"
"What kind of restaurant?" Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
"It's... a restaurant with male models." Fu Linghe said the word with difficulty, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yun Zheng almost choked on her own saliva, "How could you think that!"
Her reaction was too intense, which made it even more suspicious.
Fu Linghe's eyes turned dangerous. "So it's true?"
"Of course not!" Yun Zheng quickly denied, "How could my mom and I go to a place like that!"
"Why don't you believe me?" Yun Zheng's eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice trembled with a hint of grievance.
Fu Linghe suddenly panicked, and his strong aura collapsed in an instant.
He loosened his grip on her and cupped her cheek instead. "No...it's not that I don't believe you."
"So you don't believe your mom anymore?" Yun Zheng pressed on, her fingertips lightly stroking his collarbone, feeling his obvious trembling.
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled, "I..."
He hesitated for a moment, then finally confessed, "Yes, I just don't trust my mother."
The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on Fu Linghe's well-defined profile.
Yun Zheng noticed that the shadows cast by his eyelashes under his eyes trembled slightly, like restless butterfly wings.
She suddenly felt a little soft-hearted, but thinking of her mother-in-law's expectant eyes, she had to continue the performance.
"Well, let's do this," Yun Zheng pulled out her phone. "I'll call Mom in front of you and tell her we're not going."
She deliberately emphasized the word "in person".
Fu Linghe's eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately like a large dog that had found a bone.
After the call was connected, Yun Zheng turned on the speakerphone: "Mom, we won't go to the restaurant tonight."
"What? Why?" Shen Lanshu's voice suddenly rose, then lowered again, "Did that little bastard threaten you?"
Fu Linghe's face darkened, and Yun Zheng quickly interrupted, "No, Mom, it's just... I suddenly feel a little dizzy and want to rest early."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and suddenly a meaningful "Oh~" was heard.
"I understand," Shen Lanshu's tone suddenly became light, "Then you have a good rest, see you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linghe's expression became noticeably relaxed.
He put his arm around Yun Zheng's waist and rubbed his chin against her head, "My wife still loves me."
Yun Zheng leaned against his chest, smelling the familiar cedar scent on him, while thinking about her plans for the evening.
She looked up and smiled sweetly at him. "Can you sleep with me for a while now? I'm really tired."
Fu Linghe immediately became nervous, "Should we call a doctor?"
"No need," Yun Zheng pulled him towards the bed, "Just hold me while you sleep."
As dusk fell, only a warm yellow bedside lamp was on in the bedroom.
Yun Zheng pretended to be asleep, breathing evenly and slowly.
She could feel Fu Linghe's fingers gently combing her long hair, and he would lean over from time to time to check her breathing rate.
"Zheng Zheng?" he called softly.
Yun Zheng maintained a steady breathing, not moving an inch. Fu Linghe waited a moment longer, then carefully pulled the arm she was resting on.
The mattress vibrated slightly as he tiptoed towards the bathroom, closing the door quietly.
Yun Zheng immediately opened her eyes and took out the cell phone hidden under the pillow.
On the screen was a message from Shen Lanshu ten minutes ago: [Did you pretend to be asleep successfully? I asked the driver to wait at the back door. Wear that champagne-colored skirt!]
She laughed silently and was about to reply when she heard the bathroom doorknob turn.
Yun Zheng locked the screen and closed her eyes in a flash, her heart beating like a drum.
"Zheng Zheng?" Fu Linghe's voice was much closer than before, as if he was standing beside the bed.
He placed his warm palm on her forehead, "You don't have a fever..."
Yun Zheng held her breath and felt his gaze wandering over her face.
Just when she was about to give up, Fu Linghe finally sighed, tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and turned to walk towards the sofa.
Through the gaps between her eyelashes, Yun Zheng saw him pick up the laptop, and the blue light of the screen reflected on his well-defined face.
He looked up at her from time to time, and his fingers tapped the keyboard very lightly.
Time passed minute by minute, and Yun Zheng counted the numbers silently in her heart.
When the clock struck half past ten and Fu Linghe yawned for the third time, she finally heard the sound of the laptop closing.
The sofa creaked slightly and footsteps came closer.
Fu Linghe stood by the bed for a while, finally tiptoed onto the bed and hugged her from behind.
The warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, gradually becoming even and long.
Yun Zheng waited patiently for another twenty minutes until she was sure that the breathing behind her had completely calmed down.
She turned around very slowly and looked at Fu Linghe's sleeping face in the moonlight.
After losing his memory, even his sleeping posture became childish. His thick eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pouting, as if he was still sulking in his dream.
"I'm sorry, just this once." She apologized silently and carefully lifted the quilt.
Just as my toes touched the carpet, I heard a muffled murmur from behind me.
Yun Zheng's whole body stiffened. She slowly turned around and found that Fu Linghe had just turned over and hugged her pillow in his arms.
She breathed a sigh of relief and slipped into the cloakroom barefoot.
The champagne-colored skirt is hung in the most conspicuous position, and the deep V design on the back almost reaches the waist.
Yun Zheng bit her lip and put on her clothes, then covered herself with a long coat to cover herself up.
Just as I was about to leave, the phone on the dressing table suddenly vibrated.
Yun Zheng frantically pressed the button, and a new message popped up on the screen: [Eight male models are in place, come quickly!]
The accompanying picture is a selfie of Shen Lanshu holding a glass of champagne, and a row of muscular figures can be vaguely seen in the background.
"Oh my God!" Yun Zheng held her forehead and quickly turned her phone to silent mode.
She took one last look towards the bedroom and gently closed the door.
The carpet in the corridor absorbed the sound of her footsteps, and Yun Zheng moved forward on tiptoe like a thief.
Just as she was about to reach the stairs, there was a sudden "click" sound behind her.
All the blood in my body froze instantly.
Yun Zheng turned her head mechanically and saw a ray of light coming through the crack in the door.
"Yun Zheng." The deep and cold voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She turned slowly and saw Fu Linghe leaning against the door frame, his nightgown hanging loosely, revealing a large area of his chest.
But at this moment she had no time to appreciate it, because the expression on his face was dangerous and frightening. This was definitely not the look that the childish and clingy Fu Linghe would have after losing his memory.
"Explain?" He shook the phone in his hand, and the message sent by his mother-in-law was clearly visible on the screen.
Yun Zheng swallowed and her brain worked rapidly.
Moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a silver river between them.
Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she tore off her coat, revealing her champagne-colored skirt gleaming in the moonlight.
"Actually..." She took a step forward, revealing the plunging V-neck of her dress. "I just wanted to give you a surprise."
Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow, his eyes lingering on her exposed back. "A surprise for eight male models?"
"What male model?" Yun Zheng played dumb and took a step closer. "Mom said the observation deck at this restaurant is the best for viewing the moon. I want to go there alone with you."
She reached out and hooked her hand around the strap of his robe. "Now that you're awake, do you want to... come with me?"
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened.
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