Chapter 364 I Found It When I Huggled You
After the nurse changed the medicine, Mo Shian raised his hand and looked at his watch.
He stood up and adjusted his suit cuffs. "Mom, the company has a multinational meeting. I have to leave first."
Ning Zhi nodded, her fingers unconsciously stroking the new brooch. "Go ahead, and remember to eat on time."
Mo Shi'an walked to the door and then turned back, pulling out a brown paper bag from his coat pocket. "I almost forgot, this is the music sheet you said you wanted to see last time. I found it for you."
The sunlight filtered through the edge of the paper bag, faintly revealing the yellowed parchment inside.
Ning Zhi's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to reach out to take it, Mo Shi'an gently placed the paper bag on the bedside table. "You can take a look at it first, and then practice it when you get home from the hospital."
"I know, I know." Ning Zhi smiled and waved her hands, as if chasing a bird away. "Go quickly, don't delay your work. Your dad will be here soon."
The door of the ward closed gently. Ning Zhi looked at the disappearing tall figure, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually settled into tenderness in her eyes.
She carefully took out the music sheet, hovered her fingertips above the jumping notes, and played silently in the air.
The light and shadow outside the window slowly climbed from the east wall to the west wall. The nurse came to change the medicine twice, and I only took a few bites of the lunch that was brought to me.
Ning Zhi counted the speed of the drip, looking at the door from time to time, until she felt sleepy and fell into a light sleep leaning against the pillow.
"Mom?" This gentle call was like a feather brushing past her ears. Ning Zhi opened her eyes and met Yun Zheng's crescent-shaped eyes.
The girl was wearing a lavender hospital gown, her hair still damp from the shower, her complexion rosy, and she looked in good spirits.
"Zheng Zheng!" Ning Zhi wanted to sit up immediately, but a pair of bony hands held down her shoulders.
Fu Linghe had adjusted the angle of the bed without knowing when, and placed a pillow behind Ning Zhi's waist. "Go slowly."
His voice was a few notes lower than usual, as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility of the ward.
Ning Zhi didn't bother to thank her and grabbed her daughter's wrist. "Are you still having a fever? Have you taken the medicine? Does your throat hurt?"
Her series of questions made Yun Zheng laugh out loud, but also triggered a few uncontrollable coughs.
Fu Linghe immediately handed over warm water and pressed the call bell with his other hand.
Yun Zheng took two sips from his hand, then turned to Ning Zhi and winked, "Look, there are people who are even more nervous than you."
Only then did Ning Zhi notice Fu Linghe's condition.
There was a faint dark circles under the man's eyes, and his shirt collar was slightly wrinkled, obviously he hadn't slept all night.
But those always sharp eyes were now looking intently at Yun Zheng.
"Ling He." Ning Zhi suddenly said, "Thank you for taking care of Zheng Zheng."
Fu Linghe was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Of course, she is my wife."
When the nurse came in to take Yun Zheng's temperature, Ning Zhi insisted that she take Yun Zheng's temperature as well.
Seeing the temperature gun show 36.7 degrees Celsius, she breathed a sigh of relief and then noticed the indwelling needle on the back of her daughter's hand. "Why is she still receiving an IV?"
"It's a nutritional supplement." Fu Linghe took over, his fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of Yun Zheng's hair. "She's lost three kilograms recently."
Yun Zheng's eyes widened. "How did you know?"
She doesn't remember weighing herself recently!
"I discovered it when I was holding you." Fu Linghe remained calm, but under Yun Zheng's embarrassed gaze, he raised the corners of his lips, "Mrs. Fu, you have no idea of your own weight?"
Ning Zhi watched the young couple bickering and suddenly remembered something, "Zheng Zheng, your brother brought some desserts this morning..."
She pointed to the pile of gift boxes in the corner, on top of which was a carved mahogany food box.
Yun Zheng's eyes lit up. "Is it the almond pastry from Guixianglou?"
Just as she was about to stand up, Fu Linghe had already taken the lunch box and opened the plastic wrap, his movements so skillful as if he had done it a thousand times.
"You can only eat half a piece." He broke open the golden shortbread, and the crumbs fell into his palm. "You can't eat more."
Ning Zhi watched as Fu Linghe naturally handed the other half of the pastry to her.
When she took the pastry, she deliberately asked, "Ling He, don't you want to try it?"
"He doesn't like sweets." Yun Zheng answered first, but saw Fu Linghe took a bite of the place where she had bitten.
"I love it now." The man chewed slowly, his eyes always fixed on Yun Zheng's flushed face.
Ning Zhi couldn't help laughing out loud, and her eyes became wet as she laughed.
She had missed Yun Zheng so much, and it couldn't be made up for with just a few words.
Fortunately, God gave her a chance to make amends.
Before Ning Zhi could come to her senses, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.
Mo Chenfeng walked in carrying a briefcase, his suit jacket draped over his arm and his tie loosened a little, obviously having just finished work.
"Dad." Yun Zheng's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to stand up, Fu Linghe held her shoulders.
Mo Chenfeng's eyes moved between the three of them, and finally landed on the corners of his wife's moist eyes. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Ning Zhi quickly wiped her eyes, pointed at the lunch box and said with a smile, "I'm sharing almond cookies with Zheng Zheng."
Fu Linghe had already stood up to make room for her, and casually tucked Yun Zheng's fallen hair behind her ear.
This natural and intimate action made Mo Chenfeng raise his eyebrows, but he saw that the tips of his daughter's ears were slightly red, and she lowered her head to nibble on the pastry.
"Ling He," Mo Chenfeng suddenly said, "I heard that you stayed up all night last night?"
Yun Zheng looked up suddenly, with biscuit crumbs on the corner of her lips.
Fu Linghe wiped it away gently with his thumb before answering, "Well, she likes to kick the quilt when she has a fever."
Mo Chenfeng looked at Fu Linghe's wrinkled shirt meaningfully.
Dusk deepened outside the window. Fu Linghe glanced at his watch, bent down and whispered to Yun Zheng, "It's time to go back."
Yun Zheng muttered reluctantly, "Just wait ten more minutes."
"You should take a shower." Fu Linghe lowered his voice, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "You smell like medicine."
Yun Zheng felt a surge of heat in her ears, and suddenly realized that she was indeed sticky all over.
The sweat from last night's fever was still sticking to my back.
She subconsciously grabbed the collar of her hospital gown, and this action was immediately caught by Fu Linghe.
"Then let's go back first." Fu Linghe had packed up the lunch box neatly and picked up Yun Zheng with one hand.
Mo Chenfeng nodded in understanding, but Ning Zhi suddenly called her daughter.
"Zheng Zheng," Ning Zhi took out a velvet bag from the bedside table, "Here's some rose essential oil. Add two drops to the bath water and soak for a while. You'll feel better."
Yun Zheng was about to take it, but Fu Linghe did it for her, "Thank you, Mom."
This name made Ning Zhi's eyes red again, and Mo Chenfeng put his arm around his wife's shoulders in time.
The light from the corridor lengthened their shadows.
Yun Zheng suddenly stumbled while walking, and Fu Linghe immediately picked her up.
"Put me down!" Yun Zheng looked around hurriedly, "Someone saw me..."
"What's wrong with seeing it?" Fu Linghe strode towards the elevator. "Is Mrs. Fu shy again?"
Yun Zheng buried her face in the crook of his neck and smelled the scent of cedar mixed with the aroma of medicine on his body.
The indwelling needle was pulled during the movement, and she let out a soft "hiss".
Fu Linghe immediately slowed down his pace and lowered his head to check the back of her hand. "Does it hurt?"
"A little bit." Yun Zheng took the opportunity to act coquettishly, "Can you help me wash my hair later?"
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled but he didn't answer.
The elevator mirror reflected his taut jawline and Yun Zheng's sly smile.
The bathroom in the SVIP ward is larger than that of an ordinary hotel suite.
Fu Linghe put down the Yun Zheng and turned to adjust the water temperature. A thick, hot steam quickly filled the air.
He put four drops of rose oil in the bathtub.
"Turn around." Fu Linghe's voice was hoarse when he unbuttoned Yun Zheng's hospital gown.
The fabric slipped off, revealing the pale blue veins on her back and her slightly protruding shoulder blades.
Fu Linghe paused with his fingertips, and the pain in his eyes was not concealed.
Yun Zheng noticed his hesitation and deliberately leaned back, "Mr. Fu, are you going to go back on your word?"
The next second, the world was spinning, and she was safely carried into the bathtub.
The warm water just flows over the collarbone, and the aroma of essential oil relieves the fatigue of the past few days.
Fu Linghe rolled up his shirt cuffs, revealing his well-defined arms, and picked up the shower head to test the water temperature.
"Close your eyes." Yun Zheng sighed comfortably as the warm water flowed through her hair.
Fu Linghe's fingertips gently massaged the scalp, and the foam with the scent of jasmine piled up on the top of the head.
His movements were surprisingly skillful, even taking care of the back of the ears and the back of the neck.
"Who have you helped wash before?" Yun Zheng couldn't help asking.
He hasn't given her a bath since he lost his memory!
Fu Linghe squeezed out the excess water and said, "Who else deserves this treatment except you?"
This answer made Yun Zheng's heart tremble. The man in front of her gradually became the same man in her memory who always helped her take a bath.
Is he back? Yun Zheng wanted to ask but didn't dare to.
I was worried about hearing an answer I didn't want to hear, and I was also afraid that he would be sad.
She looked up at him, drops of water sliding down the man's sharp brow bones, and his eyelashes looked particularly black in the steam.
Noticing her gaze, Fu Linghe suddenly leaned over and kissed away the water droplets on her eyelashes.
"Raise your hand." He removed the waterproof dressing and carefully avoided the indwelling needle while flushing his arm.
Yun Zheng cooperated obediently until Fu Linghe picked up the bath ball and suddenly pressed his wrist.
"Here...I can do it myself."
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened, and the bath ball had been stuffed into her hand.
He turned his back to get the shower gel, his shoulder blades faintly visible under his wet white shirt.
Yun Zheng suddenly felt that the water temperature was too high, so she quickly wiped herself a few times and wanted to stand up.
"Don't move." Fu Linghe held her shoulders and slid the foamy bath ball across her back.
He deliberately avoided sensitive areas, but stopped when he saw the bruise on his waist. "When did you hit it?"
Yun Zheng looked back blankly, "Huh?"
Fu Linghe tapped her right waist with his fingertips, "Here."
"I don't know when I got hit, I didn't feel anything..." Before he could finish his words, his warm lips had already left bruises.
Yun Zheng suddenly grabbed the edge of the bathtub, and Fu Linghe's kiss went up along her spine and finally stopped behind her ear.
"Mrs. Fu," he said, sucking her earlobe, "If you get hurt next time, tell me immediately."
Yun Zheng's whole body turned red like a boiled shrimp and she nodded randomly.
Fu Linghe finally let her go and picked up the shower head to rinse off the foam.
He was surprisingly restrained throughout the whole process, even when he was helping her wipe her body, he was very well-behaved until Yun Zheng stepped on the non-slip mat.
"Ah!" She slipped and fell into Fu Linghe's arms.
The soaked shirt became completely transparent and clung to his chest.
Yun Zheng clearly felt the other person's heartbeat suddenly accelerate and the arm suddenly tightening around her waist.
"Yun Zheng." Fu Linghe rarely called her by her full name, his voice hoarse. "Did you do that on purpose?"
Yun Zheng blinked innocently, but deliberately rubbed his chest. "The bathroom is too slippery."
Fu Linghe suddenly picked her up by the waist and strode towards the bedroom.
Yun Zheng screamed and grabbed his collar, and drops of water dripped all the way.
She was gently placed on the hospital bed. Fu Linghe pulled a dry bath towel to wrap her up, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Yun Zheng grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Fu Linghe took a deep breath and said, "Take a cold shower."
Yun Zheng chuckled, ran after him barefoot and hugged him from behind.
She could feel Fu Linghe's muscles tensed like stone. She stood on tiptoe and blew into his ear. "Besides... aren't there ready-made ice cubes here?"
Yun Zheng's words became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Fu Linghe turned around and pressed her against the wall, showering her with kisses.
The kiss was more ferocious than usual, yet it became gentle when it touched her tongue.
Yun Zheng raised her head in response, and the water droplets on her wet hair instantly soaked through his shirt and her own pajamas.
"Wait, wait..." She panted between breaths, "I haven't blow-dried my hair yet..."
Fu Linghe had already brought the hair dryer, and the warm air was buzzing.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, occasionally leaning in to steal a kiss.
By the time her hair was half dry, Yun Zheng was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She vaguely felt Fu Linghe putting pajamas on her.
"Go to sleep." He kissed her forehead and turned to leave, but Yun Zheng grabbed her wrist.
"Together." She moved aside, leaving half of the bed. Fu Linghe looked at the pitiful space and smiled helplessly.
Finally, he lay on his side on the bed and carefully held the person in his arms.
Yun Zheng curled up into his chest immediately like a kitten that had found a source of heat.
The catheter of the indwelling needle hung between them. Fu Linghe gently supported her wrist, afraid of pressing on the needle.
"Fu Linghe." Yun Zheng suddenly called him in a low voice.
"Um?"
"You smell so good." She rubbed his collar, which had the most soothing woody scent mixed with a hint of jasmine from her shower gel.
Fu Linghe let out a low laugh and hugged her tighter.
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