Chapter 381 Could it be that Zheng Zheng is making trouble again?
The young couple did not return to Tanxiyuan last night, but stayed directly in the old house.
Maybe it was because she returned to a familiar place, or maybe it was because she was too tired yesterday, Yun Zheng slept particularly soundly last night.
The midday sun shone into the bedroom through the lavender curtains, and Yun Zheng woke up to the familiar cool woody scent.
She subconsciously reached out to her side, but only touched a slightly cool sheet.
When I opened my eyes, I found that Fu Linghe was no longer in bed. There were only faint marks on the pillow where he had slept.
Yun Zheng propped herself up and slowly sat up. A familiar feeling of nausea suddenly rose in her throat.
She covered her mouth and frantically looked for the trash can beside the bed, but the next second a pair of warm big hands held her shoulders.
"Slow down." Fu Linghe's voice came from above his head, with the hoarseness unique to waking up in the morning.
He appeared by the bed at some point, holding an exquisite enamel basin with a soft cloth on it.
Yun Zheng leaned over and retched a few times, but nothing came out.
This morning sickness had been going on for several days, and it left her exhausted every time.
Fu Linghe held her steadily with one hand and gently patted her back with the other. His movements were so skillful that it was heartbreaking.
"Rinse your mouth." After she calmed down a little, Fu Linghe handed her a cup of warm water with a slice of lemon soaked in it.
This is the only way Yun Zheng has found recently to relieve nausea.
Yun Zheng took the cup of water and her fingertips touched the back of Fu Linghe's hand. Only then did she notice that his hand was cold.
"When did you wake up?" She looked up and saw that there was a noticeable dark blue under his eyes. His shirt was still the same as yesterday, but two buttons were undone at the collar. "Did you not sleep all night?"
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but took the empty cup of water from her and placed it on the bedside. Then he knelt on one knee beside the bed and gently put his ear against her lower abdomen.
"It's only five weeks, what can you hear?" Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing at him, and inserted her fingers into his slightly messy hair.
Fu Linghe raised his head, and his deep eyes flashed with emotions that Yun Zheng could not understand.
He gently held Yun Zheng's hand and placed it on his cheek, his voice low and gentle, "This is our unique way of communicating. You don't understand."
Yun Zheng felt warm in her heart when she saw his childish appearance. She was about to say something when she saw Fu Linghe suddenly frown and his eyes fell on her slightly pale lips.
He reached out and stroked her cheek. "You still don't look well. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some light breakfast."
He was about to stand up when Yun Zheng grabbed his sleeve and said, "Wait."
She looked up at him, worry in her eyes. "You haven't answered my question yet. Didn't you get any sleep last night?"
Fu Linghe was silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly, "I can't sleep."
He sat down on the bed again, his fingertips gently stroking her wrist, "I'm worried that you'll feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night, and I'm also worried..."
His voice paused, his eyes falling on her flat belly.
"What are you afraid of?" Yun Zheng asked.
"I'm afraid I might accidentally bump into you when I sleep at night." Fu Linghe's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
When Yun Zheng heard this answer, she was stunned at first, and then she couldn't help laughing out loud.
She reached out and pinched Fu Linghe's tense cheek. "It's okay if it gets bumped. The doctor said babies are stronger than we thought. Besides, you sleep very well at night and don't move around."
Fu Linghe grabbed her restless hand, his brows still furrowed. "The doctor said I have to be extra careful during the first three months."
His eyes fell on Yun Zheng's slender waist, "You are so thin, I am afraid..."
"Are you afraid that I can't stand your touch?" Yun Zheng teased him deliberately, with a cunning light in her eyes.
She leaned close to Fu Linghe's ear and lowered her voice, "Mr. Fu, have you forgotten what we did before..."
"Yun Zheng." Fu Linghe suddenly became serious, but the tips of his ears turned red.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress something. "We didn't know we were pregnant then, but it's different now."
Seeing him looking like he was facing a great enemy, Yun Zheng felt both distressed and amused.
Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe's tense jawline and couldn't help but reach out to smooth out the wrinkles between his brows.
"Okay, I'm hungry. Let's go downstairs for breakfast, okay?" Yun Zheng deliberately changed the subject, not wanting to see him continue to blame himself.
Fu Linghe immediately stood up, gently helped her up, and squatted down to put on her slippers.
His fingertips lingered for a moment at her ankle, which was even more slender than before the pregnancy.
"Get up slowly, be careful not to get dizzy." He whispered to her, keeping one hand on her waist.
After the two of them washed up quickly, Fu Linghe insisted on carrying Yun Zheng downstairs.
Yun Zheng couldn't persuade him, so she had to put her arms around his neck and feel his steady steps.
In the corridor, sunlight shone through the stained glass windows, casting mottled light and shadow on Fu Linghe's well-defined profile.
"Please put me down. It would be embarrassing if the servants saw me.
"As they approached the stairs, Yun Zheng protested softly.
Fu Linghe tightened his arms, "The whole Fu family knows you're pregnant, no one will think it's strange for me to hold you."
His tone was undeniable, but he added, "If you're shy, I can have them all avoid me."
Yun Zheng buried her face in his shoulder, smelling the faint woody scent on his body mixed with the unique fresh breath of the morning, and stopped struggling.
She had to admit that being cared for so carefully made her feel sweet.
In the restaurant, Shen Lanshu was setting the table.
Seeing her son carrying his daughter-in-law in, her eyes lit up, but then she frowned worriedly, "Zheng Zheng, why is your face still so bad? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
She looked at Fu Linghe with scrutiny, "Did you bother her again last night?"
Fu Linghe carefully placed Yun Zheng on a cushioned chair before answering his mother, "No, she had severe morning sickness."
Shen Lanshu walked over quickly and touched Yun Zheng's forehead with her cold hand. "Poor child."
Her voice was filled with heartache. "Mom was like this when she was pregnant with Ling He. She vomited everything she ate. It took her three whole months to get better."
Yun Zheng forced a smile, "Mom, I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, a feeling of nausea came over her again and she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Fu Linghe reacted very quickly and immediately handed the prepared enamel basin to her.
Yun Zheng retched a few times and only spit out some sour water, but she was already in so much pain that her eyes were red.
Seeing this, Shen Lanshu immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, "I'll get some sour plum soup, it's the best way to stop vomiting."
Her back seemed hurried, even her usually elegant steps were out of rhythm.
Fu Linghe knelt on one knee beside Yun Zheng and gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with a wet towel.
"Do you want to go back to your room and rest?" he asked in a low voice, his voice full of worry.
Yun Zheng shook her head and held his hand: "I want to try to eat something."
She didn't want to make her family worry too much, especially seeing her mother-in-law's distressed look.
Breakfast was served in the kitchen one after another: porridge, side dishes, steamed eggs, and the sour plum soup that Shen Lanshu had just brought.
Each dish was extremely light, obviously specially prepared for Yun Zheng.
"Have some sour plum soup first." Fu Linghe picked up the exquisite celadon bowl, scooped a spoonful and brought it to Yun Zheng's lips.
The sour and sweet liquid slid into her throat, and Yun Zheng was surprised to find that the feeling of nausea was actually relieved a little.
"It tastes good." She said softly and took a few more sips.
Shen Lanshu stood aside, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes flashing with anticipation, "It's good if you can drink it, it's good if you can drink it."
She seemed to be talking to herself, but also to comfort her son. "I was in the same situation back then. As long as I could drink the sour plum soup, I could slowly eat something."
Fu Linghe's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he picked up a small piece of steamed egg and handed it to Yun Zheng's mouth.
Yun Zheng held it carefully in her mouth. The aroma of the egg filled her mouth, but she did not feel any discomfort in her stomach.
"Try this." Shen Lanshu suddenly pulled out a small dish of pickled young ginger slices from behind her. "I specially prepared this last night. I pickled it using an old recipe. It's not spicy or pungent, and it's very appetizing."
Yun Zheng looked at her mother-in-law gratefully, picked up a piece of ginger and put it in her mouth.
Unexpectedly, the ginger slices were sweet, sour, and crisp, not at all as spicy as she had imagined. Instead, they made her mouth salivate, and her appetite seemed to be awakened a little.
"It's delicious." Yun Zheng said sincerely and took another piece.
Shen Lanshu and Fu Linghe looked at each other, and joy flashed in their eyes.
Fu Linghe immediately filled a small bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoonful and blew it gently to cool it down. "Eat slowly, don't rush."
Yun Zheng opened her mouth obediently, and the warm rice porridge slid into her stomach, bringing a sense of comfort.
She ate several mouthfuls in a row, and during this time Fu Linghe kept watching her expression intently, ready to stop at any time.
"Would you like to try this?" Shen Lanshu pushed over a small dish of salad cucumbers, which were sliced very thinly and only had a few drops of sesame oil and a little vinegar added.
Yun Zheng nodded, and Fu Linghe immediately picked up a small piece and fed it to her. The refreshing cucumber made a crisp sound in her mouth, which was surprisingly appetizing.
In this way, under the careful feeding of the mother and son, Yun Zheng actually ate half a bowl of porridge, a few slices of cucumber and two steamed eggs.
"That's great!" Shen Lanshu clapped her hands excitedly, tears in her eyes. "It's good that I can eat. The nutrients can be replenished slowly."
Although Fu Linghe didn't say anything, Yun Zheng could feel his tense body relax a little.
His slender fingers gently combed the hair around her ears.
Just when the atmosphere was warm, Yun Zheng's face suddenly changed, and the familiar surging feeling came over her again.
She suddenly covered her mouth, and Fu Linghe reacted very quickly, immediately handing the small basin to her.
This time, all the food he had just eaten was vomited out.
Yun Zheng felt so uncomfortable that tears were streaming down her face and her throat was burning with pain.
Fu Linghe supported her with one hand and patted her back with the other, his brows furrowed.
Shen Lanshu quickly handed over warm water, "Rinse your mouth, don't worry, this is normal."
Her voice was gentle. "At that time, I would throw up as soon as I ate, but I still had to keep eating. I would only eat after I vomited, otherwise my body would not be able to bear it."
Yun Zheng nodded weakly and took the cup of water.
She saw Fu Linghe staring at the vomit in the basin, feeling so distressed as if the food was his precious treasure.
"I'm fine." She forced a smile and reached out to smooth Fu Linghe's frown. "The doctor said this is normal."
Fu Linghe held her hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it softly: "I'll go call a doctor to take a look."
"No need." Yun Zheng held him back. "Didn't the doctor tell us during our checkup in Country A that this is a normal reaction in early pregnancy?"
Shen Lanshu also advised, "Yes, Ling He, Mom vomited more than Zheng Zheng at that time. This is because the child is growing, which means the baby is healthy."
Fu Linghe took a deep breath, as if trying hard to calm down.
He sat down again and held Yun Zheng's hand tightly in his palm. "How about trying something else? The kitchen has prepared bird's nest porridge."
Yun Zheng couldn't bear to refuse his kindness and nodded.
Shen Lanshu immediately went to the kitchen to give instructions, and soon brought back a bowl of crystal clear bird's nest porridge with a few wolfberries floating on it.
Fu Linghe took the bowl and fed Yun Zheng carefully. The smooth texture of the bird's nest surprisingly did not cause any discomfort.
After returning to the capital, Yun Zheng's morning sickness had eased a lot.
Yun Zheng took a few sips slowly, and finally felt some warmth in her stomach.
"Good boy, eat slowly." Shen Lanshu stood aside, her eyes full of pity, "Mom will prepare some snacks for you. You can eat them anytime when you are hungry."
After Shen Lanshu left, they were the only two left in the restaurant.
Fu Linghe continued to feed Yun Zheng porridge, blowing each spoonful to the right temperature.
The sunlight shone on them through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving this quiet moment a golden hue.
"I'm sorry." Yun Zheng suddenly whispered.
Fu Linghe paused: "Why apologize?"
"I'm sorry to have you worried so much." Yun Zheng looked at his red eyes. "And Mom too, running around for me since early morning."
Fu Linghe put down the bowl and held her face with both hands: "Don't say sorry."
His thumb gently wiped away a little porridge stain from the corner of her mouth. "Do you know how happy I am?"
Yun Zheng looked into his deep eyes, and the tenderness in them almost overwhelmed her.
"Every day when I wake up, I see you by my side, thinking about our little one growing up in your belly..." Fu Linghe's voice was low and gentle, "This is a happiness I never dared to imagine before."
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