Chapter 360 Take her to the hospital for the night
The night gradually deepened in the master bedroom of the Mo family's old house.
Yun Zheng tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep, and the silk quilt was kicked into a mess by her.
She picked up her phone and checked the time for the umpteenth time: 1:27 AM.
The occasional chirping of insects outside the window made the night seem even more terrifyingly quiet.
"Why can't I sleep?" Yun Zheng muttered softly, burying her face in the pillow and taking a deep breath.
Unfortunately, it didn't have the familiar taste she wanted.
She turned over and lay on her back, staring at the retro chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.
The bed was obviously spacious enough, but it felt empty without one person, and even the temperature dropped a few degrees.
The phone screen lit up in the dark, and Yun Zheng subconsciously swiped the lock screen.
The wallpaper was a photo of her and Fu Linghe. In the sunshine, he was hugging her waist and they were both smiling happily.
Yun Zheng's fingertips gently stroked Fu Linghe's face on the screen, and her throat suddenly tightened.
She quickly switched to the WeChat interface, and the little red dot in the Moments showed that there were more than a dozen new messages.
She scrolled aimlessly, finally stopping at the publish button.
[I can’t sleep…] She typed three words, deleted them, and retyped them. [I can’t sleep, what should I do?]
I hesitated before sending it, but finally changed it to a simple moon emoji.
Less than ten seconds after I posted the status, my phone suddenly vibrated.
The three words "Fu Linghe" on the caller ID made Yun Zheng's heart skip a beat.
She picked up the phone in a hurry, and heard Fu Linghe's low voice, a little hoarse, from the receiver.
"Madam, can't sleep either?"
This name made Yun Zheng's ears burn.
Ever since Fu Linghe lost her memory, he rarely used such an intimate name. Most of the time, he called her "Zheng Zheng" in a strange way or simply omitted the name.
"Hmm..." she murmured, moving the phone closer to him, as if that would bring her closer. "Why aren't you sleeping yet? It's so late."
There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other from the other end of the phone, as if Fu Linghe had adjusted his position in bed.
"I can't sleep without you by my side." He said bluntly, his voice carrying a hint of the lazy tone that Yun Zheng was familiar with. "Why didn't I realize the bed in the ward was so hard before?"
Yun Zheng couldn't help but laugh, but her eyes felt a little hot.
"I think I am too..." she admitted softly, "I'm used to sleeping with you in my arms, and I can't fall asleep alone anymore."
She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
This is too ambiguous. I wonder if 17-year-old Fu Linghe would feel embarrassed?
Fu Linghe's reaction was beyond her expectations.
"Then I'll pick you up now." His voice suddenly became clear, and the sound of rubbing clothes could be heard in the background. "Be at the door of the Mo family's old house in twenty minutes."
"Wait!" Yun Zheng sat up suddenly, "You are still a patient, you need to rest well! And it's so late..."
"So?" Fu Linghe interrupted her, his tone full of unquestionable determination, "I want to see you, right now."
These words were like a fire, instantly igniting the blood in Yun Zheng's body.
Almost without thinking, she threw back the quilt and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. "Then... then I'll go to the hospital to find you! Just stay here and don't move."
"No." Fu Linghe refused flatly, "It's not safe for you to go out alone in the middle of the night. I'll drive to pick you up. It's settled."
Yun Zheng bit her lower lip, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.
Fu Linghe was so much like before, domineering, overbearing, and intolerant of rebuttal, but he also always considered her best.
She could even imagine the slight frown on his face and the tense jawline as he said this.
"Okay." She finally gave in, her voice as soft as melted chocolate. "Then I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Yun Zheng's heart could no longer calm down.
She ran into the cloakroom and wanted to change her clothes, but looking at the dazzling array of clothes in the dressing room, she instantly felt overwhelmed with choice-making difficulties.
In the end, she gave up the idea of changing clothes, because she would have to change into pajamas when she got to the hospital anyway.
She simply hurriedly grabbed a thin coat to put on over her nightgown, and stuffed her bag with toiletries and clothes for tomorrow.
In the mirror, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were surprisingly bright.
Yun Zheng patted her face, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat.
This was crazy. It was past one in the morning and she was waiting in her pajamas for Fu Linghe to pick her up and take her to the ward for the night.
They are clearly a legal couple, but for some reason I feel like they are having an affair.
This stimulation made her feel a long-lost freshness.
Fifteen minutes later, Yun Zheng tiptoed out of the old house.
The night wind blew across her bare calves, bringing with it the chill of a winter day.
Yun Zheng stood under the porch and kept looking around until two dazzling car lights cut through the darkness.
A black Maybach slowly stopped in front of her, and the window rolled down, revealing a face that had haunted her dreams. Fu Linghe's silver hair shone with a cold luster in the moonlight, making his well-defined facial features even more three-dimensional.
He was wearing a loose black shirt with the collar casually open, revealing his collarbone vaguely.
"Get in the car." He tilted his head slightly, a sly smile on his lips.
Yun Zheng stood there and suddenly lost the ability to speak.
Fu Linghe's silver hair is so eye-catching.
This look really suits him. With his narrow eyes and the corners of his mouth that always seem to be smiling, he exudes a dangerous and charming aura.
"Are you stunned?" Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow and reached out to push open the passenger door. "Or am I so handsome that you can't walk?"
This teasing brought Yun Zheng back to her senses. She trotted into the car, bringing in a faint scent of jasmine.
"Narcissist." She muttered softly, but couldn't help but steal another glance at him.
Fu Linghe chuckled and leaned over to fasten her seat belt.
The man's actions suddenly shortened the distance between them. Yun Zheng could smell the scent of his cologne mixed with disinfectant, as well as the body temperature that belonged only to Fu Linghe.
His silver hair brushed against her cheek, tickling her and making her hold her breath unconsciously.
"Staring at me like that," Fu Linghe didn't immediately return to the driver's seat. Instead, he maintained this ambiguous distance and lowered his voice very low, "It makes me want to kiss you."
Yun Zheng's pupils dilated slightly and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
He was indeed very good at flirting after losing his memory, and that was the first time he said it so bluntly.
She wasn't sure if he was seriously expressing desire or just teasing out of habit.
"Do you... still remember how to kiss?" Yun Zheng wanted to bite off her tongue as soon as she said that.
What a stupid question!
Fu Linghe was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard that his shoulders shook: "Do you need me to prove it to you now, Mrs. Fu?"
"No need!" Yun Zheng hurriedly shook her head, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg. "Hurry up and drive, it's very late..."
Fu Linghe then sat back in the driver's seat, but the smile on his lips lingered for a long time.
The car drove smoothly out of the Mo family's old house and merged into the city streets in the night.
The light and shadow of the street lamp flickered alternately inside the car, outlining Fu Linghe's perfect profile.
Yun Zheng secretly glanced at him and noticed that his fingers gripping the steering wheel were long and strong, and the curve of his wrist bones was particularly sexy.
These hands had ignited countless sparks in her...
"What are you looking at?" Fu Linghe suddenly asked, his eyes still focused on the road ahead.
"Nothing..." Yun Zheng hurriedly looked away, but heard Fu Linghe's low laughter.
"Look if you want. I won't charge." He freed his right hand and gently held Yun Zheng's left hand, which was resting on his lap. "But if there's a fee, I suggest you take a closer look. It's definitely worth the price of admission."
Yun Zheng burst out laughing, and all her nervousness disappeared.
She turned her palm over and interlocked her fingers with Fu Linghe's, feeling the warmth from his palm. "Narcissism is a disease, Mr. Fu."
"That's great, let's go back to the hospital for treatment." Fu Linghe pinched her fingers and gently stroked her base with his thumb.
This familiar little action made Yun Zheng's nose ache.
Whenever she was nervous or uneasy, Fu Linghe would always comfort her like this.
Even after losing his memory, his body seemed to still remember how to love her.
The city is quiet and beautiful at night, with neon lights casting flowing colors on the car windows.
Yun Zheng looked at the passing scenery outside the window and suddenly wished that the road could be longer.
In this enclosed space, there were only her and Fu Linghe. There were no white walls of the hospital, no shadow of amnesia, just like countless ordinary nights in the past.
Twenty minutes later, the Maybach drove into the underground parking lot of Mojia Hospital.
After turning off the engine, Fu Linghe did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he turned to Yun Zheng and stared at her face in the dim light.
"What's wrong?" Yun Zheng felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and subconsciously touched her cheek, "Is there something on my face?"
Fu Linghe shook his head and reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to see you." His fingertips lingered on her earlobe with careful cherishment.
Yun Zheng's eyes instantly became moist.
Fu Linghe frowned when he saw his red eyes.
He took Yun Zheng's hand and pressed it against his heart, "Every time I see you cry, it hurts here!"
This sentence completely broke down Yun Zheng's psychological defenses.
Tears welled up uncontrollably and rolled down my cheeks.
Fu Linghe immediately panicked and frantically wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"Don't cry...did I say something wrong?"
Yun Zheng shook her head, crying and laughing, "No... I'm just very happy..."
She choked and couldn't continue speaking, so she simply threw herself into Fu Linghe's arms, buried her face in his neck and took a deep breath.
Fu Linghe stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and put his arms around her.
His chin rested on the top of Yun Zheng's head, and his voice came through his chest, "Zheng Zheng, when I hold you, I have a very strange feeling, just like..."
"Like what?" Yun Zheng continued, with a hint of joy in her tone.
Fu Linghe's body visibly shook, "It was like my whole heart was filled."
They hugged each other in the car for a long time until Yun Zheng calmed down.
Fu Linghe finally let go of her and gently wiped away the remaining tears on her face. "Let's go back to your room. You've been tired all day. You should have a good rest."
As the elevator went up, Yun Zheng leaned on Fu Linghe's shoulder, and a feeling of fatigue suddenly came over her.
His body warmth shone through his shirt, and the familiar feeling of security made her drowsy.
"Are you sleepy?" Fu Linghe asked in a low voice, wrapping his arms around her waist to steady her shaking body.
"Hmm..." Yun Zheng responded vaguely, rubbing his shoulder like a sleepy cat.
The corridor of the VIP ward was so quiet that you could hear their footsteps.
Fu Linghe swiped his card to open the door, and the warm yellow night light automatically lit up, illuminating the spacious and tidy ward.
Compared to an ordinary ward, this place is more like a high-end hotel suite. In addition to the necessary medical equipment, it is also equipped with a sofa, a desk and a spacious double bed.
"Go wash up. I got you a new toothbrush." Fu Linghe pointed in the direction of the bathroom and walked to the bed to adjust the height of the pillow.
While Yun Zheng was brushing her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, she saw Fu Linghe's back as he made the bed through the half-open door.
He had taken off his coat, leaving him in just a black vest, his arm muscles undulating with his movements.
Yun Zheng's face turned red again. She could only look away from the mirror and lower her head to brush her teeth, trying to hide her mistake.
When she finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, Fu Linghe was already waiting for her by the head of the bed, holding a document in his hand.
Seeing her come out, he immediately put down the documents, patted the seat beside him, and said, "Come here."
Yun Zheng climbed onto the bed and as soon as she lay down, Fu Linghe embraced her in his arms.
His body temperature was slightly higher than hers, like a human heater, dispelling the chill of the night.
"Go to sleep." Fu Linghe turned off the bedside lamp and gently kissed the top of her head in the darkness. "I'm here."
Yun Zheng found a comfortable position in his arms and listened to his steady heartbeat.
"Fu Linghe..." she murmured in a half-asleep state.
"Hmm?" Fu Linghe responded softly and hugged her tighter.
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