Chapter 375 Mrs. Fu thought I was too restrained last night
Yun Zheng looked down at the man's big, bony hand tightly wrapped around her small hand. The familiar warmth made her heart tremble.
She gently held his hand back, her fingertips scratching his palm subtly.
Fu Linghe's pupils suddenly contracted, and the coldness in his eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by endless tenderness.
His slender fingers gently stroked the back of her delicate hand, like a feather brushing across it with a flattering meaning, and also like some kind of secret hint.
"Mr. Fu has been very well behaved today." Yun Zheng suddenly leaned close to his ear, and her warm breath, carrying a faint scent of jasmine, sprayed on his sensitive earlobe.
Her soft little hand slowly stroked his wrist, her fingertips circling ambiguously around his pulse.
Fu Linghe's Adam's apple rolled violently, and he grabbed her rebellious hand, his voice lowered to a very low level, with a dangerous hoarseness.
"Mrs. Fu is stirring up trouble now because she thinks I was too restrained last night?"
His thin lips were almost touching her earlobe when he spoke, and his hot breath made her shiver all over.
The tips of Yun Zheng's ears suddenly started burning, and an alluring pink color spread from her earlobes to her neck.
She was about to pull her hand back, but he interlocked his fingers and pressed it firmly on her knees.
The man controlled his strength very well, neither hurting her nor making it possible for her to break free.
"Ahem." Mo Chenfeng coughed lightly at the right time, interrupting the two people's intimacy as if no one was around.
A gust of wind blew outside the window, and the leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard rustled, as if accompanying the beautiful atmosphere.
"Zheng Zheng, since you've decided to go back, we all respect your choice."
Mo Chenfeng's gaze fell gently on his daughter's face, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes hid unspeakable tenderness.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden edge on his shoulders, and a rare softness appeared on his resolute face.
Ning Zhi raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the jade bracelet made a crisp clinking sound on her wrist.
She carefully took off the top-grade ice purple jade bracelet that had been passed down for three generations from her wrist.
The jade bracelet shone with a lustrous luster under the light, and there seemed to be purple mist flowing inside.
"This is what Mom wore when she got married. Now let it accompany you in her place."
Ning Zhi's voice was a little choked. She pulled Yun Zheng's slender wrist and slowly pushed the bracelet in as if she was holding a fragile treasure.
The moment the jade bracelet touched her skin, Yun Zheng suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, and an indescribable sourness surged in her heart.
During the dark days when she learned that she was not the biological daughter of the Yun family, she had imagined countless times what her biological mother would look like.
Ning Zhi, who was standing in front of her at this moment, looked 70% similar to her in terms of eyebrows and eyes. Even the slightly trembling fingers when he put the bracelet on her made her feel inexplicably familiar.
"Thank you, Mom." Yun Zheng's voice was choked and almost inaudible.
She suddenly threw herself into Ning Zhi's arms and smelled the faint sandalwood scent on her mother.
Ning Zhi gently stroked her long hair, and the feeling of his fingertips running through her hair made him feel a little dazed and unreal.
The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly, wishing they could make up for the twenty years they had missed.
Fu Linghe stood quietly by the side, his eyes always following Yun Zheng.
When he saw her thin shoulders trembling slightly, he calmly took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently wiped the tears from her face.
The sunlight passed through his silver-gray hair, casting fine shadows on his stern profile.
"Okay, okay," Mr. Mo tapped the ground lightly with his cane, and the mahogany cane made a crisp sound when it hit the marble floor.
"It's not a life-or-death separation. If Zhengzheng misses home, she can go back first. We can also go to the capital to see her later."
As the old man spoke, his eyes became moist unconsciously.
He also couldn't bear to part with his newly recognized eldest granddaughter!
Mo Shian walked down the spiral staircase, holding an exquisite rosewood box in his hand.
There was a hint of fatigue between his deep brows and eyes, and there was obvious dark circles under his eyes, obviously he hadn't had a good rest for several days.
He stopped in front of Yun Zheng and handed her the wooden box. "This is a gift from your brother. Open it when you get on the plane."
Yun Zheng took it curiously. Just as her fingertips touched the delicate carvings on the box, Fu Linghe took the initiative and put it into the inner pocket of his suit.
"I'll keep it for her." His tone was calm, but with unquestionable possessiveness.
Mo Shi'an raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between the two of them before finally settling on Yun Zheng's face. "I have transferred the ANT Research Institute to your name."
Yun Zheng looked up suddenly, her eyes widening. "No, this is too expensive!"
Of course she knew the value of ANT Research Institute. This world-leading biotechnology research institution had a market value of tens of billions, not to mention the hard work Mo Shian had put into it over the years.
It was completely dark outside the window, and the crystal chandelier in the living room cast a flickering light and shadow on her astonished face.
Mo Shian just smiled faintly and reached out to rub the top of her head.
This habitual action made Fu Linghe squint his eyes in displeasure.
"We are a family, so what's expensive or not?"
His voice was gentle yet firm, carrying an irresistible force. "Besides, your talent in biomedicine is unmatched. Research will flourish better in your hands than in mine."
Yun Zheng wanted to refuse, but Fu Linghe had already reached out to take the document, a meaningful smile on his lips. "Since Big Brother is so generous, then we will accept it."
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng glared at him and protested in a low voice.
She reached out to grab the document back, but he grabbed her wrist and gently tickled her sensitive palm with his fingertips. The numbing touch made her ears blush instantly.
"Don't let big brother down." Fu Linghe lowered his voice, his hot breath spraying on her ears.
Yun Zheng stepped on him in embarrassment, but he took the opportunity to hold her in his arms. His solid chest pressed against her back, and her heartbeat was clearly audible.
Mo Shian looked at the intimate interaction between the two and smiled helplessly and dotingly.
As her eldest brother, he feels relieved that she is doing well.
Old Master Mo walked slowly to Yun Zheng with his cane, and the housekeeper immediately handed him a gold-embossed document respectfully.
"Zheng Zheng, this is 30% of the Mo shares in grandpa's name, and now it is transferred to you." The old man's voice was old but full of energy.
Yun Zheng looked up in shock. The moonlight from the window fell on her stunned face. "Grandpa, this... I can't accept it."
Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes.
The old man waved his hand, his mahogany cane leaving a shallow indentation on the carpet. "You are the blood of our Mo family. You deserve this."
When he said this, his eyes were kind but with a hint of guilt.
Mo Chenfeng also walked forward, his straight figure looking particularly tall under the light.
He handed Yun Zheng another document, his voice much softer than usual. "Here are two commercial streets in the center of Country A, as well as several overseas properties. They are all transferred to your name."
Yun Zheng's eyes were hot and the document in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
She looked up at her father and suddenly found that there were some moisture in the corners of his eyes.
"Dad, this is too much..." Her voice caught in her throat.
"Not much, you deserve the best." Mo Chenfeng raised his hand to touch his daughter's head, but halfway through he changed his hand and patted her shoulder. This clumsy action warmed Yun Zheng's heart.
Fu Linghe stood aside, the moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his silver-gray hair, giving it an icy luster.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and as he reached out to take the documents, his fingertips brushed the back of Yun Zheng's hand carelessly, and he said soothingly, "These are the thoughtful gifts from our elders. Please accept them, Zheng Zheng."
Yun Zheng bit her lower lip, leaving shallow teeth marks on her pink lips.
She finally nodded, her voice as light as a feather falling to the ground, "Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Dad, thank you, Mom, thank you, brother..."
At this time, the servant came in with freshly baked lotus cakes, and the sweet aroma instantly filled the entire living room.
Yun Zheng picked up a piece and took a bite. The sound of the pastry crackling between her teeth was particularly clear.
The sweet taste melted on her tongue, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
Fu Linghe immediately noticed the subtle change in her expression and handed her a cup of warm water. The condensation on the wall of the cup wet his fingertips. "Too sweet?"
Yun Zheng took the cup of water, and the touch of the cool glass made her sigh comfortably.
She leaned closer to Fu Linghe and muttered softly, "It's not as delicious as the one you bought for me in Beijing."
As she spoke, warm breath brushed past his ears, carrying the sweet fragrance of lotus crisps.
Fu Linghe chuckled and gently pinched her sensitive earlobe with his fingertips, causing her to shudder. "I'll buy it for you when I get home."
Mo Shi'an glanced at his watch. The platinum dial reflected a cold light under the light.
"I still have some work to deal with, so I'll go to the study first." His gaze stayed on Yun Zheng's face for a second, and when he turned around, his suit jacket drew a neat arc.
Ning Zhi gently took Yun Zheng's hand and said in an even softer tone, "Zheng Zheng, will you accompany your mother to the garden for a walk?"
There was a cautious anticipation in her voice, as if she was afraid of being rejected.
Yun Zheng nodded, and just then Fu Linghe's phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and frowned slightly. "I'm going to answer the phone."
He lowered his head and kissed Yun Zheng on the forehead. His silver-gray hair brushed across her cheek, carrying a faint woody scent.
In the garden, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a golden edge on the roses in the garden.
Ning Zhi held Yun Zheng's hand and walked on the cobblestone path, and the gravel under their feet made a slight creaking sound.
"Zheng Zheng, Fu Linghe treats you very well, right?" Ning Zhi's voice was soft, like the evening breeze blowing through flower petals.
Yun Zheng's lips curled up unconsciously, and a gentle look appeared in her eyes. "Yeah, he's fine."
As she said this, a rose petal was blown down by the wind and landed on her shoulder.
Ning Zhi looked at her happy expression, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothed out. "Mom can see that he loves you very much."
She raised her hand and brushed the petals off her daughter's shoulders, as gently as if she were treating a treasure.
Yun Zheng lowered her head and gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist with her fingertips. The cold touch reminded her of the warmth Fu Linghe felt every time he hugged her.
Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "I love him too."
After a pause, his eyes softened and firmed. "He was a ray of light in my dark moments. Without him, I might not have been able to get out of it."
Fu Linghe, who had just hung up the phone behind a column not far away, happened to hear these words.
His steps suddenly stopped, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly in the moonlight.
There was a dark glint in his eyes, and a secret smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.
It turns out that he is so important to her!
He retreated silently, his leather shoes making no sound on the grass.
When he turned around, the sunlight stretched his tall figure very long.
He did not go forward to interrupt the conversation between the mother and daughter, but instead walked towards the main house, his steps much lighter than usual.
After returning to the room, Yun Zheng just pushed open the door when she was suddenly pulled in by a strong force.
The door clicked and locked behind her, and her back pressed against the cold wall. Fu Linghe's tall figure loomed over her, trapping her between his arms and the wall.
"What did Mrs. Fu say in the garden just now?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a dangerous tone.
The sunlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting mottled light and shadows on his angular face.
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she turned away from him, "No, nothing..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became almost a whisper.
Fu Linghe chuckled softly, rubbing her soft lips with his fingertips, not too hard or too soft. "Say it again, huh?"
His breath was hot and had a faint minty smell, which came from the gum he had been chewing when he answered the phone. His tone was somewhat coaxing.
Yun Zheng's heart was beating like a drum, but she deliberately didn't answer. She reached out and pushed his hard chest. "Are you eavesdropping?"
Her fingertips touched the muscle under his shirt and she recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.
"I'm not eavesdropping." He leaned over, his thin lips pressed against her ear, his warm breath spraying behind her sensitive ear. "I'm listening openly."
As he spoke, his canine teeth rubbed her earlobe lightly, causing her to shudder.
Yun Zheng was so aroused by him that her whole body went limp, her fingers unconsciously clenching his collar, "Fu Linghe, you... um!"
Before she could finish her protest, his lips were sealed.
This kiss was more passionate than any other before, filled with a secret sense of possessiveness and satisfaction.
Yun Zheng's breathing became disordered and her legs became weak due to his kiss, so she could only cling tightly to his thin waist.
Fu Linghe's fingertips lingered around her waist, igniting clusters of flames wherever they touched.
His voice was hoarse. "Say it again, you love me."
Yun Zheng's cheeks flushed, but she stubbornly refused to speak.
Her moist eyes were sparkling with water, like a little beast that refused to admit defeat.
He chuckled softly, pressing his fingertips lightly against her sensitive waist. This action nearly made Yun Zheng scream out loud, "You won't tell me? Then don't even think about sleeping tonight."
His threat carried an ambiguous implication.
Yun Zheng was forced into a corner by him and could only whisper, "I love you."
The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it made Fu Linghe's eyes darken suddenly.
He bent down and kissed her again, this time with an incredibly gentle kiss. "I love you too, Mrs. Fu."
Those words seemed to flip a switch, and his kiss suddenly became extremely aggressive.
Just as the two were lost in passion, a servant knocked cautiously on the door, "Miss, Master, dinner is ready."
The old butler's voice sounded a little vague through the heavy wooden door.
Yun Zheng pushed Fu Linghe away and frantically straightened her messy collar.
Her cheeks were as red as roses in the garden, and her lips were slightly swollen. It was obvious what she had been through.
"I...I know!" Her voice was eight octaves higher than usual.
Fu Linghe chuckled softly, brushing his fingertips across her slightly swollen lips, his eyes dancing with unsatisfied desire. "Let's continue tonight."
These simple words made Yun Zheng's legs so weak that she could hardly stand.
In the restaurant, the Mo family has already taken their seats.
The long table was filled with exquisite dishes, and the crystal wine glasses sparkled warmly in the candlelight.
Mo Shi'an raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on the red tip of Yun Zheng's ear for a moment, then shifted away lightly, picked up the red wine and took a sip.
Ning Zhi greeted with a smile, "Zheng Zheng, come and sit next to mommy."
She patted the empty seat next to her, where some of Yun Zheng's favorite dishes were already laid out.
Fu Linghe calmly pulled out the chair on the other side of Yun Zheng, his lips curled slightly, "She sits here."
His tone left no room for doubt, and his arms wrapped possessively around Yun Zheng's waist.
Mo Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and looked back and forth between the two of them.
Mr. Mo smiled without saying a word, leisurely cutting the steak on the plate, as if he was already accustomed to the young people's tricks.
Yun Zheng sat down with a red face and secretly pinched Fu Linghe under the table.
But he remained calm, and instead clasped her fingers with his backhand, intertwining their fingers.
Their wedding rings shone brightly in the candlelight, just like their intertwined fates, which could never be separated.
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