Chapter 362 You...remembered?
On the other side, the old house of the Mo family.
As soon as Mo Shian got up, he saw the old man sitting in the living room.
"Grandpa." He walked down from upstairs while adjusting his cufflinks.
Mr. Mo looked up at him with a hint of joy in his eyes, "I heard that Zheng Zheng went home with you last night."
Yun Zheng and the others came back late last night. When they got home, the old man had already gone to bed, and there were only a few servants keeping watch.
He nodded and said, "Well, the hospital was too noisy. I was afraid she wouldn't get enough rest, so I took her home."
When Mr. Mo heard this, he immediately lowered his voice and made a silencing gesture to Mo Shian, "Shh—then keep your voice down, don't wake Zheng Zheng."
He looked upstairs with great caution, fearing that he would disturb Yun Zheng who was still sleeping.
"The child must be exhausted lately. Let her get some more sleep."
The old man muttered to himself, then frowned again and turned to the housekeeper beside him, "Old Li, didn't Aunt Wu go to take care of Zheng Zheng for a while? She should know Zheng Zheng's preferences. Ask her to make more of her favorite breakfasts."
Looking at the old man's anxious look, Mo Shi'an shook his head helplessly and slowly adjusted his cuffs. "Grandpa, no need to prepare."
"How can you not prepare?" The old man glared at him, "Zheng Zheng rarely comes home to live, so of course I have to prepare..."
"She's not home." Mo Shi'an interrupted, his tone somewhat helpless, "She was kidnapped back to the hospital by that brat Fu Linghe in the middle of the night yesterday."
The old man froze in his place, his cane slamming against the floor with a thud. "What?!"
This sound startled the servants who were busy in the kitchen.
The old man then realized that his voice was too loud and quickly lowered his voice, "What's going on?"
Mo Shi'an walked to the dining table, poured himself a cup of coffee, and said slowly, "I guess she can't get used to living here. Besides, Fu Linghe was in a coma some time ago and has only just recovered. Zheng Zheng can't leave him."
After hearing this, the old man's brows gradually relaxed and he sighed, "That's right, our Zheng Zheng really can't live without that kid from the Fu family."
He paced a few steps with his cane, then suddenly turned to the housekeeper and ordered, "Go, ask the kitchen to pack up all the breakfast items, and pack in more of Zheng Zheng's favorites."
Mo Shian took a sip of coffee, a smile flashing in his eyes, "You're not angry?"
"Why should I be angry?" The old man glared at him, but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "It's a good thing for young people to have good feelings."
He paused, then added, "But if that brat dares to treat Zheng Zheng badly, I'll be the first one to kill him!"
Mo Shian shook his head helplessly when he heard what the old man said.
The butler quickly came over with several exquisite food boxes. "Master, everything is ready. There are the young lady's favorite shrimp dumplings, lava buns, and freshly cooked bird's nest porridge."
The old man nodded with satisfaction, turned to Mo Shian and said, "When you go to the hospital to see your mother, bring these to Zheng Zheng on the way."
He thought for a moment and added, "Bring some more supplements. I remember we have some top-quality blood swallows in the warehouse."
Mo Shi'an put down his coffee cup and smiled helplessly: "Are you going to move the entire kitchen over there?"
"What do you know!" The old man tapped the floor with his cane. "Didn't the kid from the Fu family just recover? He needs to be nourished."
Mo Shian raised his eyebrows, "You seem to be concerned about him?"
The old man snorted, "Who cares about him! I'm just worried that he can't take good care of Zheng Zheng!"
As he spoke, he waved to the butler and said, "Go get some more ginseng, the best."
Half an hour later, Mo Shian got into the car carrying a lot of bags.
The old man stood at the door, still giving instructions, "Tell Zheng Zheng to have her family cook whatever she wants. I'll have Aunt Wu on call anytime."
"Got it, Grandpa." Mo Shi'an rolled down the window. "Don't worry, with Fu Linghe here, Zheng Zheng will be fine."
The old man waved his hand and said, "Go quickly and see how your mother is recovering."
The car slowly drove out of the Mo family's old house. Mo Shi'an looked at the old man's gradually getting smaller figure in the rearview mirror and couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling.
The old man didn't say it, but in his heart he treated Fu Linghe as one of his own.
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In the VIP ward area of the hospital, Mo Shian was stopped by the Fu family's bodyguards as soon as he got out of the elevator.
"Master Mo, Mr. Fu has instructed that Madam needs to rest and not see any visitors."
Mo Shian shook the food box in his hand and said, "I'm here to bring breakfast to them. I'll put it down and leave. I won't disturb their rest."
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and was about to report when the door of the ward suddenly opened.
Fu Linghe walked out wearing a dark grey home suit, his silver hair casually scattered in front of his forehead, looking a little less fierce than usual.
"Come in." He said calmly, his eyes falling on the food box in Mo Shian's hand, "Did you prepare this?"
Mo Shi'an shook his head. "Grandpa was worried that Zheng Zheng wouldn't be able to get used to the hospital food, so he asked Aunt Wu to make Zheng Zheng some of his favorite dishes and send them over."
The hostility in Fu Linghe's eyes faded a bit, and he moved aside to make way. "She had a fever last night. She woke up a few minutes ago, ate something, and fell asleep again."
"I have a fever." Mo Shi'an's brows instantly knitted together when he heard that.
He walked quickly into the ward, his tone anxious, "What happened? Wasn't he fine last night?"
Fu Linghe frowned slightly and raised his hand to signal him to lower his voice, "Be quiet, she just fell asleep."
He moved aside to make room for the door. "The fever has subsided. The doctor said it was caused by excessive fatigue."
Mo Shian walked into the ward in two steps, his eyes immediately locked on the figure on the bed.
Yun Zheng was sleeping quietly, her face was still a little pale, and the hair on her forehead was slightly wet with sweat.
He subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead, but was stopped by Fu Linghe in mid-air.
"Don't wake her." Fu Linghe lowered his voice very low. "She tossed and turned until four in the morning and her fever finally subsided."
Mo Shian withdrew his hand, his brows furrowed. "What's your temperature? What did the doctor say?"
He quickly scanned the ward and noticed the fever-reducing drugs and used fever-reducing patches on the bedside table, as well as the warm water in the basin that had cooled down.
"The highest was 39.5 degrees." Fu Linghe walked to the bedside and gently tucked the corner of the quilt. "The fever has subsided now and stabilized at around 37 degrees."
Mo Shian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He put down the lunch box and walked to the end of the bed to check the medical record hanging on the bedside. His slender fingers trembled slightly as he turned the pages.
"When did it start? Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was filled with suppressed anger.
Fu Linghe's expression remained unchanged. "You are not a doctor, so how can I help you?"
Mo Shian was choked by his words, but he really couldn't refute it.
He paused, then added, "Besides, I'll take care of it myself."
This sentence made Mo Shian relax a little.
He knew Fu Linghe's personality. Since he said he would take care of her personally, he would definitely stay with her all the time.
His eyes fell on Fu Linghe, and he noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly messy clothes.
"You didn't sleep all night?" Mo Shi'an's tone softened a little.
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but walked to the window and pulled the curtains tighter to block out the glaring sunlight.
This action says it all.
Mo Shian sighed and took out the thermos from the lunch box. "Grandpa asked me to bring some bird's nest porridge. I'll give it to Zheng Zheng when she wakes up."
He hesitated for a moment, then took out a small box. "This is for you. Grandpa specifically told me to give it to you."
Fu Linghe took the box, opened it, and saw several top-grade ginsengs. He raised his brows slightly and said, "Thank you, old man, for me."
"Even though he doesn't say it, he approves of you in his heart." Mo Shian sat down on the sofa and turned his gaze to his sleeping sister again.
Fu Linghe's slender fingers gently stroked the ginseng box, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, "Do I need the approval of your Mo family?"
He looked up at Mo Shian, his silver-grey eyes brimming with arrogance. "My wife's approval is enough for me."
Mo Shi'an laughed instead of getting angry when he heard this, "Heh, Mr. Fu is quite confident."
He crossed his legs gracefully. "But you'd better remember that Zheng Zheng is first and foremost the jewel of the Mo family, and only then your Madam Fu."
The air was suddenly filled with an invisible smell of gunpowder.
Fu Linghe casually placed the ginseng box on the bedside table with a soft "click" sound. "What are you reminding me of, Mr. Mo?"
He adjusted his cuffs slowly, his tone lazy but with an edge that could not be ignored.
Yun Zheng, lying on the hospital bed, seemed to sense the tension between the two and snorted unconsciously.
Fu Linghe turned around immediately and gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brows.
Mo Shian looked at this scene, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He stood up and straightened the collar of his suit. "I just hope Mr. Fu understands that Zheng Zheng is not someone you can treat casually."
Fu Linghe turned his back to him, his voice a little colder, "I should say this to you."
"Have you forgotten the last time you brought people to block us on the way to the airport?"
"Enough!" Mo Shian knew he was going to bring up the old matter, so he quickly stopped him. Then, he didn't know what he was thinking, "You...remembered it."
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.
At the same time, Yun Zheng on the hospital bed suddenly let out a faint groan, "Water..."
The two of them froze at the same time, and then Fu Linghe rushed to the bedside and gently helped her up. "Drink slowly."
He picked up the warm water that had been prepared long ago and carefully brought it to her lips.
Yun Zheng drank a few sips in a daze, and then she saw the situation in the ward clearly, "Why are you here..."
She asked this to Mo Shian, her voice still weak from illness.
Mo Shian immediately put on a gentle expression, "I'll bring you breakfast."
He walked to the bedside and pushed Fu Linghe aside without leaving any trace. "How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable?"
Fu Linghe was pushed aside, his eyes were terribly gloomy, but because Yun Zheng was present, he could only suppress his anger.
"Much better." Yun Zheng smiled weakly, her eyes wandering between the two of them. "What... are you talking about?"
"We didn't talk about anything." Fu Linghe said with a forced smile, but his fingers were gently combing her long hair.
Mo Shi'an also smiled gently, as if the tense scene just now had never happened.
Yun Zheng was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere between the two people. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly coughed.
Fu Linghe immediately hugged her in his arms and patted her back, "Don't be so quick to speak."
Seeing this, Mo Shian took a step back tactfully and said, "I'll be leaving first. I have things to do at the company."
He leaned over and rubbed the top of Yun Zheng's head. "Have a good rest. Grandpa is very worried about you."
Yun Zheng nodded and said, "Tell Grandpa I'm fine."
Only after Mo Shian left did Fu Linghe's face become completely gloomy.
He gently placed Yun Zheng back on the pillow, but his movements were obviously tense.
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