Chapter 366 Recovering Memory
The neon lights of the twilight bar cast changing light and shadows on the car window, like a hazy dream gradually fading away.
Fu Linghe held the steering wheel with one hand, his bony hand turning slightly white from the force.
He turned his head to look at Yun Zheng in the passenger seat, his eyes lingering on her slightly furrowed brows.
Yun Zheng leaned her head against the car window, her eyelashes like resting butterfly wings under the street light, casting fine shadows.
The lingering blush from the alcohol spread from her cheeks to behind her ears, spreading a charming hue on her snow-white skin.
"Hmm..." Yun Zheng moved uneasily in her dream, unconsciously pulling at the safety belt around her chest. The shoulder straps of her black suspender dress slipped down to her arms, revealing her delicate collarbone.
"We'll be there soon." Fu Linghe reached out and tucked her scattered hair behind her ears. When his fingertips touched her hot earlobe, his heart felt like it was gently tickled by a feather.
His Adam's apple rolled and he quickly withdrew his hand and gripped the steering wheel again.
The revolving door of Junlan Hotel turned silently in the night, and the light from the crystal chandelier was cut into tiny spots of light.
Fu Linghe handed the car keys to the doorman and bent down to carry Yun Zheng out of the car.
"Sir, do you need help?" The front desk receptionist's scrutinizing gaze fell on Yun Zheng, who was unconscious in Fu Linghe's arms. Her fingers had already quietly moved to her mobile phone, obviously preparing to report to the police.
Fu Linghe showed the wedding ring on his ring finger with a cold face, and the ring surface drew a sharp arc under the light.
"My wife is drunk and wants a presidential suite." His voice sounded like it was soaked in ice, and the receptionist was so frightened that she immediately lowered her head to process the check-in procedures.
The elevator goes directly to the top floor. Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the entire city are like a falling galaxy.
Fu Linghe gently placed Yun Zheng on the king-size bed, and the silk sheets immediately formed soft folds.
Her skirt had rolled up to her thighs at some point, and her black hair spread out on the snow-white pillowcase, like a splash-ink landscape painting.
Fu Linghe knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, his slender fingers hovering above the zipper of her skirt. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to the bathroom.
Water vapor quickly filled the frosted glass. When Fu Linghe wrung out the towel and returned to the bed, he found Yun Zheng still sleepily with her eyes open.
"Fu... Linghe?" Her voice was sweet and drunken, with a slightly rising ending, like a small hook, luring people invisibly.
"Yes, I'm here." He sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped her red cheeks with a warm towel. "I'll wipe it for you. It will feel better."
Yun Zheng was so drunk that she was surprisingly obedient. She tilted her head back and let him wipe her neck, whimpering like a kitten.
Fu Linghe's breathing became noticeably heavier, but his hands were still moving gently, as if he was handling fragile porcelain.
When the warm water washed away the last trace of alcohol on her body, Fu Linghe wrapped her in a bath towel like a silkworm.
The hair dryer hummed as his slender fingers threaded through her cascading black hair.
It was three in the morning when the hangover soup was delivered.
Fu Linghe half-hugged Yun Zheng and sat up, letting her lean on his chest.
"Be good, drink this." The tone he used to coax the child was completely different from usual, and the porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it lightly touched the edge of the bowl.
Yun Zheng wrinkled her nose and hid back, muttering softly, "bitter..."
"It's not bitter. I've tasted it." He lowered his head close to her ear, his voice as low as the resonance of a cello. "It's sweet."
After half coaxing and half deceiving, Yun Zheng finally swallowed the sobering soup obediently.
Fu Linghe stared at her face as she fell asleep again, gently wiping away the water stains from the corners of her lips with his thumb, his eyes dim.
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At five o'clock in the morning, a grayish-white light appeared on the horizon, slowly spreading out like ink diluted by water.
The whole city was still immersed in the hazy night, with a few lights on the tall buildings in the distance, like sleepy eyes.
Fu Linghe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, the scarlet flame flickering in the dim room.
The smoke swirled, forming a veil in front of his well-defined face, then slowly rose and dissipated into the air.
He took a deep breath, the bitter taste of nicotine spreading in his lungs, but it couldn't suppress the restless emotions in his chest.
Outside the window, the first rays of morning light penetrated the clouds, giving his silver hair a faint golden edge.
He turned his head to look at Yun Zheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
She curled up in the quilt like a small animal seeking shelter, breathing evenly and long.
Her eyelashes cast a small shadow in the soft light of the bedside lamp, trembling slightly with her breathing.
Her cheeks were still flushed from being drunk, and her lips were slightly pouting, as if she had suffered some injustice.
A strand of black hair fell on the pillow, making her skin look as white as snow.
He gave her a bath, changed her into clean pajamas, and coaxed her to drink sobering soup. After all the trouble, he finally let her sleep peacefully.
Thinking of her cute look when she was drunk and muttered "Fu Linghe, you bastard", the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
But in a flash, that smile froze on his lips again.
His temples were throbbing as if they were being hit by a small hammer.
Yes, why did he forget her?
Fu Linghe put out his cigarette, and the spark struggled in the ashtray for a moment before finally going out.
He walked to the bed and leaned over to tuck the corner of the quilt for her.
My fingertips accidentally touched her warm skin, and my heart felt like it was gently gripped by something, making it feel sore and swollen.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, his voice unusually low and hoarse: "Wait for me."
"I'll remember."
This sentence sounded like a promise to her, but also like a promise to himself.
He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, then stood up and called Cheng Yushen.
When the call was connected, the early birds could be heard singing outside the window.
"Now?" Cheng Yushen's voice was hoarse from just waking up. "So urgent?"
"Yeah." Fu Linghe's voice was low, his eyes still fixed on Yun Zheng's sleeping face. "I'm at the Junlan Hotel, come over."
Cheng Yushen was silent for two seconds before continuing, "Mr. Fu, are you sure you want to have a second hypnosis treatment?"
"Yes." Fu Linghe responded almost without thinking.
"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Linghe took a last look at the sleeping Yun Zheng, gently closed the door, and walked to the next room.
The carpet in the hallway absorbed the sound of his footsteps, and his silhouette was elongated in the light of the wall lamp.
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Yun Zheng was awakened by a severe headache.
The pain felt like someone was beating drums and gongs in her head, and each beat made her vision go black.
She rubbed her temples, opened her eyes drowsily, and found herself lying on an unfamiliar big bed.
The room is luxuriously decorated and has a panoramic view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, creating mottled shadows on the carpet.
Yun Zheng was wearing clean cotton pajamas that exuded a faint lavender scent.
The room still lingered with the scent of cedar mixed with jasmine, a unique scent of Fu Linghe.
She subconsciously touched the side and found the sheets were cold. It was obvious that he had been away for a long time.
"Fu Linghe?" She called out in a hoarse voice, but the only response she got was the slight hum of the air conditioner.
She propped herself up and sat up. Her head felt like it had been hit hard by a stick, and the pain made her gasp.
My throat was as dry as a desert, and even swallowing was difficult.
"Hiss...how much did I drink last night..."
She lost consciousness.
Memories are like torn pieces of paper that can never be put together.
I just remember drinking, and then... I thought I cried? Did I say anything important?
She scratched her hair and tried to recall, but could only capture a few vague fragments.
A warm embrace, a low voice, and a kiss on the eyelids.
There is a glass of honey water on the bedside table.
Yun Zheng took it and drank the water in one gulp.
The cold water slid down my throat, finally relieving some of the discomfort.
Only then did she notice a small red mark on the inside of her wrist, as if it had been scratched by something sharp.
She frowned, having no idea how this came about.
I picked up my phone and called Fu Linghe, but it said the other party's phone was turned off. "Where did you go so early in the morning?"
She muttered, feeling inexplicably uneasy, as if something bad had happened.
She got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, walked to the door, opened it and looked into the corridor. There was no one there, only a cleaning truck parked in the distance.
"Fu Linghe?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty corridor, but still no one responded.
She bit her lower lip, walked out of the room, and prepared to go to the front desk to ask.
Three minutes later, at the hotel front desk.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the waiter asked with a smile, his eyes lingering on her messy clothes for a second.
Yun Zheng rubbed her temples, trying to make her voice less hoarse. "I want to check the surveillance to see where my husband has gone."
The waiter was stunned, his professional smile frozen on his face. "That... I'm afraid that's not possible. Unless the police intervene, we can't access the surveillance footage at will."
Yun Zheng was anxious, her fingers unconsciously gripping the marble countertop. "I just want to know where he went! When did he leave? I can't get through to his phone, and I'm worried something's happened to him!"
There was a tremor in her voice that she herself didn't even notice.
The waiter hesitated, his gaze lingering on her red eyes for a moment, before finally giving in. "Then... could you please provide me your room number?"
"1806."
The waiter checked the computer and suddenly said with a subtle expression, "Mr. Fu... is now at 1807."
Is one presidential suite not enough for this young couple? Or... should they just go their separate ways?
Oh, by the way, Mr. Fu is not the only one in 1807 now. There is another man who has been in there for a long time.
Such handsome men, wouldn't they...
Yun Zheng was stunned. "1807?"
Isn't that next to her room?
An ominous premonition came to her mind. Fu Linghe would not go to the trouble of booking a room next to her!
Without saying a word, she turned and ran towards the elevator.
The few seconds of waiting for the elevator seemed like a century. She kept pressing the up button, as if that would make the elevator come faster.
At the door of room 1807.
Yun Zheng raised her hand and knocked on the door, her knuckles making a dull sound as they hit the door panel.
I waited ten seconds, but no one answered the door.
She rang the doorbell again, but still no response.
She bit her lip, leaving a white mark on her lower lip. She turned and ran back to the elevator, heading straight for the front desk.
"Give me the card for room 1807." Her voice was tense and firm, her fingers tightly clenched around the edge of her clothes. "My husband might have had an accident in there."
Seeing that she looked flustered, the receptionist did not dare to delay and quickly processed the formalities.
"Ding--" The sound of the door lock being unlocked was particularly clear in the silent corridor.
The moment she pushed the door open, a pungent smell of medicine hit her in the face, making her cough twice.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains were closed, and only a small lamp by the bed emitted a faint light.
She squinted her eyes, adjusted to the darkness, and then she could see the situation in the room clearly.
Fu Linghe was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and breathing steadily, as if he was asleep.
He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his collarbone.
The silver hair was scattered on the pillow, shining coldly under the light.
Beside the bed sat a strange man, tidying up a metal box with his head down.
Hearing the noise, the man raised his head, revealing a gentle and handsome face, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Who are you?!" Yun Zheng looked at the situation and raised her voice suddenly. She rushed over and pushed the man away. "What did you do to him?!"
Her nails accidentally left a few red marks on the back of the other person's hand.
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