Chapter 374 It’s not the mattress that’s soft, it’s clearly her!
Two hours later, Yun Zheng collapsed in the man's arms.
She leaned on his chest, her breathing still a little unstable, "Fu Linghe..."
The man's fingertips were gently stroking her sweaty back, and a low "Hmm?" escaped from her throat when she heard the words.
The ending of his voice rose slightly, exuding a sense of lazy contentment in the night.
Yun Zheng's eyelashes brushed against his chest, and her voice was still soft and tender, "I want to go home."
Her curled fingertips unconsciously drew red marks on his abdominal muscles. "Go back to our own home."
The light of snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone in, and Fu Linghe saw the watery anticipation in her pupils.
He suddenly bent down and kissed her, and pressed her tighter against his chest amidst her exclamations. "I'm fine with anything. I'll listen to you."
The scent of agarwood mixed with his warm breath, and his fingertips twirled the ends of her hair. "You can go back whenever you want, or not. Wherever you are, I'll be there."
When Yun Zheng looked up, she saw the teeth marks on his collarbone and suddenly reached out to stroke it. "Then let's do it the day after tomorrow. I want to say goodbye to them tomorrow."
The "they" she was referring to were naturally only the Mo family.
They are Yun Zheng's blood relatives, so Fu Linghe naturally would not prevent them from meeting.
"Okay, I'll ask Secretary Qi to arrange a private plane."
The snow fell silently, leaving only the warm orange glow from the wall lamp in the bedroom.
Yun Zheng's eyelids were as heavy as if filled with lead, but she still stubbornly drew circles on Fu Linghe's chest with her fingertips.
The skin beneath her fingertips was warm and firm, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and still bore red marks from her arousal.
"If you don't sleep now, it will be dawn." Fu Linghe grabbed her restless hand and kissed her palm.
His voice was hoarse with satisfaction, as intoxicating as aged red wine brushing against the eardrums.
Yun Zheng mumbled "hmm" in a daze and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
She still had a light sweat from the love affair on her body, which mixed with the base note of agarwood that he usually used, creating an ambiguous warm fragrance in the duvet.
Fu Linghe placed his palm on her lower back, massaging it with just the right amount of force.
Yun Zheng hummed comfortably, her eyelashes trembled, and she finally fell asleep.
He stared at her sleeping face for a long time, her silver hair tangled with her black hair on the pillow, and curled his lips in satisfaction.
Fu Linghe closed his eyes only when the sky outside the window turned pale.
He has always been a light sleeper, but he sleeps especially soundly when he is around.
She is his sleeping pill.
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When the morning light pierced her eyes, Yun Zheng let out a painful whimper.
She was about to turn over when the pain in her waist made her gasp.
Memories came flooding back, the trembling of being pressed against the French window, and the countless times the man had coaxed her into saying "one last time."
"Liar..." She swung her fist towards her side, but missed.
The bathroom door opened at this moment, and Fu Linghe walked out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, with water droplets rolling down the lines of his abdominal muscles.
Yun Zheng picked up the pillow and threw it at him.
He caught the flying pillow and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Looks like you weren't tired enough last night?"
Yun Zheng was so angry that she pulled the quilt over her head, but it pulled her sore muscles and she gasped again.
The mattress sank, and Fu Linghe held her and the quilt in his arms. She could feel the vibration of his chest through the fabric.
"Don't laugh!" She kicked him, but it hurt so much that her eyes turned red.
Fu Linghe suppressed his smile and placed his palm on her lower back. "My fault."
The warm internal force penetrated through the skin and into the muscles, and Yun Zheng's tense muscles gradually relaxed.
He bent down and kissed the top of her head. "Does it still hurt?"
Yun Zheng turned around in his arms and suddenly bit his Adam's apple, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Linghe tilted his head back and chuckled.
It wasn't until Yun Zheng smelled a faint taste of blood that she finally relaxed, satisfied. "I'll punish you by carrying me to wash up."
"Yes, sir!" Fu Linghe picked him up and walked towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was filled with steam. When Fu Linghe was brushing her teeth, Yun Zheng saw the red mark under her collarbone in the mirror and stepped on him in embarrassment.
He didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he took advantage of the force of her step and lifted her up to the sink.
"I'll do it myself!" Yun Zheng tried to grab the toothbrush, but he dodged her.
Fu Linghe pinched her chin and gently brushed each of her teeth. "Who said last night that your hands were too sore to lift?"
With a smile in his eyes, he deliberately rubbed her red cheek with the handle of the toothbrush.
Yun Zheng opened her mouth to retort, but a mouthful of mint-flavored foam filled her mouth, so she could only glare at him angrily.
This look pleased Fu Linghe, and he bent down and stole a kiss on her foamy lips.
Washing up turned into a long torture. When Fu Linghe finally let her go.
Yun Zheng's toes were curled up on the soft carpet, and her whole body was as pink as cherry blossoms in early spring.
"Turn around." Fu Linghe ordered while holding a comb.
Yun Zheng turned around obediently, feeling the slight stinging pain from the comb teeth passing through her long hair.
He moved very gently, occasionally brushing his scalp with his fingertips, causing a shudder.
Two figures were reflected in the mirror. The tall and straight man was carefully combing the hair of his petite wife.
The silver hair and black hair intertwined in the morning light, like a painting.
"Fu Linghe." Yun Zheng suddenly called him.
"Um?"
"Why do I feel a little reluctant to leave them?" she said in a muffled voice.
The comb paused for a moment and then continued to work.
Fu Linghe bent down and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Then stay a few more days."
Yun Zheng shook her head, her hair brushing against his cheek, her tone becoming more serious. "Forget it, I still want to go home."
She turned and put her arm around his waist. "Our home."
Fu Linghe's eyes softened and he hugged her tightly, "Okay."
Breakfast is Chinese breakfast delivered by the hotel.
Yun Zheng sipped her shredded chicken porridge and watched Fu Linghe check emails on his phone.
The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his silver hair, adding a layer of gold to it and making his features look as perfect as a sculpture.
"Secretary Qi has arranged it." He put down his phone. "The flight is tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock."
Yun Zheng nodded, poking at her crystal shrimp dumplings with her chopsticks. "I told them I'd go over today, too."
Fu Linghe reached out and wiped the porridge stains from the corner of her mouth. "I'll accompany you."
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When the black Maybach drove into the Mo family's old house, Yun Zheng saw through the car window that the whole family was already standing on the steps waiting.
Ning Zhi was wearing a light blue cheongsam and looked better than a few days ago. Mo Chenfeng stood beside her, his majesty mixed with gentleness.
Mo Shi'an was leaning lazily against the porch pillar, and he immediately stood up when he saw the car coming.
At the front was Mr. Mo, leaning on a cane but standing straight.
As soon as Fu Linghe parked the car, Yun Zheng couldn't wait to open the door.
Before she could take a step, a strong arm was wrapped around her waist.
"Slow down." Fu Linghe whispered in her ear, his arm possessively around her as he walked towards the crowd.
"Finally here!" Ning Zhi hurried down the stairs, but was blocked by Fu Linghe's subtle positioning when she was two steps away.
She smiled knowingly, her eyes lingering on the red mark on her daughter's neck for a moment before she took Yun Zheng's hand. "Didn't you get enough rest last night? You don't look well."
Yun Zheng's ears burned, and she quietly defended herself, "I slept a little late last night."
"Let's talk inside." Old Master Mo said, his eyes sweeping over Fu Linghe's arms around Yun Zheng, his lips curled up slightly, "It's cold outside."
The aroma of tea wafts through the living room.
Yun Zheng was arranged to sit on the sofa in the middle, and Fu Linghe sat close to her, with his arms always around her waist.
Mo Shian sat on the single sofa opposite, his eyes moving back and forth between his sister and Fu Linghe, without saying a word.
"How did you rest these past two days?" Mo Chenfeng picked up the teacup and spoke in a normal tone.
Yun Zheng was about to answer when Fu Linghe spoke up, "Very good."
He rubbed Yun Zheng's waist with his fingertips. "It's just that the mattress in this room is too soft."
Yun Zheng almost choked on her tea and pinched his thigh hard under the table.
Of course she knew he didn't mean it literally!
He wanted to say that the soft thing was not the bed but her!
Fu Linghe remained calm and hugged her even tighter.
Ning Zhi smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Zheng Zheng's favorite lotus crisps are freshly baked. I'll have someone go get them."
"Thank you, Mom." Yun Zheng smiled and looked at Ning Zhi.
The family chatted idly.
After a while, Yun Zheng took a deep breath and got down to business. "Grandpa, we're going back to the capital tomorrow."
The crisp sound of a teaspoon hitting a porcelain cup suddenly rang out.
Ning Zhi's hand trembled, and tea spilled onto her cheongsam, but she was completely unaware. "So fast?"
Mo Chenfeng put down his teacup and asked, "Is there something going on at President Fu's company?"
"No." Yun Zheng shook her head and glanced at Fu Linghe, "I just miss home a little."
The living room fell into an eerie silence.
Mo Shian suddenly stood up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, his back stiff.
Ning Zhi's eyes were red and her fingers were tightly clenched on the handkerchief on her knees.
This is her precious daughter, so naturally she is reluctant to let her go.
"We haven't held the family reunion banquet yet." Old Master Mo said solemnly, "We can't be so careless when our granddaughter returns home."
Yun Zheng pursed her lips and said, "I don't care about those formalities..."
"We care." Mo Chenfeng interrupted her, his voice unusually excited. "We lost you over 20 years ago, and we finally found you. We can't be so careless."
Fu Linghe felt the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and rubbed her waist soothingly with his thumb.
"Whether you care about it is your business. My wife doesn't like crowds. She shouldn't have to say it a second time, right?"
His voice was steady, yet full of undeniable strength. "She's been too tired lately."
Ning Zhi suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to Yun Zheng. This time, Fu Linghe did not stop her and let her hold her daughter's hands.
"If you don't want to hold the family reunion banquet, then don't hold it. Can't you stay a few more days?" Ning Zhi's voice trembled, "Mom... Mom hasn't gotten along with you well yet..."
Yun Zheng felt a pang of pain in her nose.
Ning Zhi's hands were warm, with thin calluses on her palms from years of playing the piano, which were strikingly similar to her mother's hands deep in her memory.
"Mom." She called softly, feeling Ning Zhi's hand suddenly tighten. "I will come back often."
"What time does the flight leave?" Mo Shian suddenly turned around, his voice somewhat restrained.
"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Fu Linghe replied.
Mo Shian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunlight elongating his tall figure.
His fingers unconsciously stroked the window frame, and he said in a low voice, "Ten o'clock tomorrow morning?"
Fu Linghe raised his eyes, a sharp glint flashed in his inky black eyes, "What?"
He gently tapped Yun Zheng's waist with his fingertips, his tone a little playful, "You asked so clearly, are you planning to stop us at the airport like last time?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the air froze instantly.
Yun Zheng clearly felt Ning Zhi holding her hand tighter.
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng nudged him with her elbow and turned to explain to Mo Shi'an, "Brother, he didn't mean that..."
Mo Shian turned around, his handsome face showing no emotion.
He shook his head, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, and his gaze fell on Yun Zheng's face. "I just wanted to see you off."
The sunlight filtered through the glass window behind him, giving him a faint golden edge.
Only then did Yun Zheng notice that there were faint dark circles under Mo Shi'an's eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.
"Okay." Yun Zheng smiled and reached out to pull Fu Linghe's sleeve.
Fu Linghe snorted lightly, but didn't say anything else. He just wrapped her hand in his palm.
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