Chapter 380 Returning Home Smoothly
The plane was flying steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Outside the window was a rolling sea of clouds. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, giving the cabin a soft golden glow.
Yun Zheng leaned on Fu Linghe's shoulder, and in a half-asleep and half-awake state, she felt his hand gently covering her lower abdomen. The warm palm seemed to carry an electric current, transmitting silent love through the thin fabric.
Yun Zheng could feel that his slender fingers would gently stroke her from time to time, as if he was having some kind of secret communication with the baby.
"Would you like some more water?" Fu Linghe's voice was low and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.
When he spoke, Yun Zheng could feel the vibration of his chest, and the steady heartbeat became her best lullaby.
Yun Zheng shook her head slightly, but felt dizzy the next second.
The pregnancy reaction came suddenly and violently, and the feeling of her stomach churning made her break out in a cold sweat.
She sat up suddenly, her nails digging into the leather covering of the seat armrest, her knuckles turning white.
Fu Linghe's reaction was astonishingly fast.
With one hand, he pressed the call bell above his head, and with the other hand he took out a paper bag from the front seat pocket and quickly unfolded it.
The man's movements were smooth and fluid, as if he had practiced them countless times.
"Mr. Fu, do you need any help?" The flight attendant almost ran over, her face full of concern.
"A warm, wet towel, a cup of ginger tea, and a pillow." Fu Linghe's voice was calm and restrained, but Yun Zheng could see the throbbing veins on his temples.
The flight attendant quickly brought the required items.
Fu Linghe took the wet towel and gently wiped the cold sweat from Yun Zheng's forehead.
His fingertips trembled slightly, revealing his inner tension.
"Take a deep breath." He gently stroked her back with one hand and handed the ginger tea to her lips with the other hand. "Drink slowly, don't rush."
Yun Zheng took a sip, and the spicy yet slightly sweet taste miraculously suppressed the nausea.
Only then did she notice that a little bit of honey was added to the ginger tea, which was exactly her favorite flavor.
"When did you prepare it?" she asked weakly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.
Fu Linghe didn't answer, but gently adjusted her seat, making it almost a comfortable little bed.
He moved with great care, as if he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.
Yun Zheng noticed that he even pressed the angle adjustment button slowly, fearing that the sudden movement would make her uncomfortable.
He knelt on one knee beside her and covered her with a soft cashmere blanket.
When Fu Linghe's fingertips accidentally brushed against her cheek, Yun Zheng felt a slight coolness in the touch.
It turned out that his palms were sweating from nervousness.
"Sleep for a while, I'll call you when we get there." He whispered, his voice revealing undisguised fatigue.
Only then did Yun Zheng notice that Fu Linghe's eyes were redder than in the morning, and a faint blue color appeared under his eyes.
His jawline was tense, and he was obviously trying hard to keep his spirits up.
"You rest too," she whispered, rubbing her thumb gently over his tense cheekbones.
Fu Linghe held her hand and kissed her palm. "I'll watch you sleep."
His lips were a little dry, but the warmth was soothing.
Yun Zheng wanted to say something else, but the fatigue of pregnancy came over her like a tide.
Under Fu Linghe's focused gaze, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, she felt someone gently brushing away the loose hair on her forehead, and an almost inaudible sigh.
After a 16-hour flight, when the plane landed at Beijing International Airport, dusk had already enveloped the entire city.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast an orange-red glow on the apron, and the lights of the tower in the distance twinkled like stars.
Yun Zheng was gently awakened by Fu Linghe. She opened her eyes drowsily and found that she was covered with two blankets, one provided by the plane and the other was obviously Fu Linghe's coat.
The seats were adjusted to the most comfortable angle, and even the window shades were thoughtfully pulled down, creating a dim and comfortable sleeping environment.
"Are we there yet?" She rubbed her eyes, her voice still sleepy.
Fu Linghe nodded, squatted down and put on her coat.
He adjusted her collar gently, as if handling a fragile treasure. "It's windy outside, wear more clothes."
His voice was deeper than usual, hoarse from staying up late.
The hatch opened and the cool breeze of early spring blew towards us.
Yun Zheng was surprised to find a wheelchair parked next to the gangway, with two medical staff in white coats standing next to it.
Fu Linghe picked her up without saying a word.
His arms were steady and strong, his chest was warm and broad. Yun Zheng could smell the faint scent of ambergris on him, mixed with a hint of fatigue.
"I can walk." Yun Zheng protested softly, her cheeks slightly hot from being picked up in public by him.
"I know." Fu Linghe's voice was unquestionable, "but I want to hold you."
When he said this, his eyes were looking straight ahead, but the tips of his ears turned red.
The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, came over quickly, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out. "Young Master, the old man and the others are waiting at the old house. The old lady has been preparing the dishes that the young lady likes since this morning, and she is waiting for you."
Fu Linghe nodded, but walked straight towards the black Maybach that had been waiting for him, holding Yun Zheng.
He carefully placed her in the back seat, fastened her seat belt, and adjusted the height of the headrest.
Every detail has been considered with utmost care.
When the car drove into the Fu family's old house, Yun Zheng saw through the car window that the gate was full of people.
At the front is Fu Zhenguo, the old man of the Fu family. He is over 80 years old but still has a straight back. Next to him is the old lady with silver hair but vigorous spirit, leaning on the rosewood cane that has been passed down for three generations.
Mother-in-law Shen Lanshu clasped her hands in front of her chest, looking forward to it.
As soon as the car stopped, Fu Linghe got out carrying Yun Zheng.
The winter evening breeze was a little chilly, and he subconsciously held her in his arms.
Shen Lanshu was the first to rush over, her hand trembling as she touched Yun Zheng's face. "You've lost weight! How come you've lost so much weight?"
Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips were cold but full of love.
"Mom..." Yun Zheng's eyes were hot and her voice was choked.
During these few months abroad, what she missed most was her mother-in-law's warm embrace.
"Come in quickly, it's cold outside!" the old lady called out hurriedly, tapping her dragon-headed cane on the ground. "The kitchen has stewed bird's nest. Have a bowl first to warm your stomach. Child, why didn't you tell us earlier that you were pregnant?"
Fu Linghe carried Yun Zheng all the way into the living room and gently placed her on the soft couch that had been prepared.
This couch was one of the old lady's dowry items. It was usually kept in the storeroom, but today she specially ordered it to be moved out. She laid a thick brocade cushion on it and placed a few pillows embroidered with a picture of a hundred children on it.
"Let me see." The old man came closer, his wrinkled face showing unconcealed joy. "Zheng Zheng is too thin. She needs to be nourished."
He turned to the housekeeper and instructed, "Go and get Doctor Li tomorrow to take Zheng Zheng's pulse and prescribe some medicine to help with the pregnancy."
Shen Lanshu had already ordered the servants to bring various supplements.
In a blink of an eye, the small table in front of Yun Zheng was filled with exquisite bowls and cups: bird's nest soup, red date tea, walnut juice, yam porridge...
Each one is a nourishing tonic that is beneficial to pregnant women, and they are carefully blended into a light flavor suitable for consumption in early pregnancy.
"Drink this first." Fu Linghe took the bowl of clear soup and carefully tested the temperature. After confirming that it was not hot, he handed it to Yun Zheng's lips. "It's stewed with old hen. The fat has been skimmed off. It's not greasy."
Yun Zheng took a sip under everyone's expectant gaze and surprisingly found that she did not feel nauseous.
The soup was crystal clear, yet incredibly delicious, clearly having been prepared with great care.
Seeing this, everyone in the Fu family breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily on their faces.
"How many months?" The old lady held Yun Zheng's hand, her eyes sparkling, as if she had returned to her youth.
"Only five weeks, grandma." Yun Zheng answered softly, a blush appearing on her face.
Fu Linghe's hand quietly held her other hand, interlocking their fingers.
The old lady immediately began counting on her fingers. "Then the due date is... Oh, next spring! Perfect time, neither too hot nor too cold, and confinement won't be painful."
She suddenly remembered something and turned to the old man and said, "Old man, take that out!"
The old man suddenly stood up and walked towards the study at great speed, showing no sign of his usual leg problems.
After a while, he came back holding a rosewood box. When he opened it, he found a pair of pure gold longevity locks, exquisitely crafted, with the words "happiness, longevity and health" engraved on them.
"I was ready when Ling He was born, and have been waiting for this day." The old man solemnly placed the longevity lock in Yun Zheng's hand, his rough fingers gently stroking the top of her hair, "May my great-grandson be safe and healthy."
Yun Zheng was surrounded by this heavy love and could no longer stop crying.
It turns out that people really shed tears when they are happy.
"Don't cry," he whispered, rubbing his thumb over the skin under her eyes. "It's bad for your eyes."
His voice was incredibly gentle, completely different from the usually decisive Mr. Fu.
The old lady suddenly slapped her thigh. "Oh, I was so busy talking that I forgot to let Zheng Zheng rest! Ling He, quickly carry her upstairs. The bedroom is ready."
She turned to the servants and said, "Go keep the midnight snack warm and serve it to the young lady when she wakes up."
Fu Linghe nodded and picked up Yun Zheng again. As he went upstairs, his steps were steady and powerful, as if he held her whole world in his arms.
The bedroom was cozy and comfortable, and had obviously been redecorated.
There were fresh lilies on the bedside table, the curtains were changed to Yun Zheng's favorite lavender, and the carpet was changed to a softer cashmere material.
There was a faint soothing fragrance in the air, which was a recipe specially prepared by the old lady.
Fu Linghe gently placed Yun Zheng on the bed and squatted down to take off her shoes.
Yun Zheng looked at his tired face and touched his brow with a distressed look, "It's time for you to rest."
She could feel that there was a faint blue color under his eyes.
Fu Linghe held her hand, suddenly knelt on one knee, put his face on her lower abdomen, and did not move for a long time.
Yun Zheng could feel his breath coming through the fabric, warm and gentle.
His shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion.
"Fu Linghe?" she called softly, her fingers running through his hair.
His hair was softer than expected, with a faint scent of shampoo.
He raised his head, his eyes moistened in a way she had never seen before. "Thank you, Zheng Zheng."
Fu Linghe's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but full of affection.
Yun Zheng's heart warmed, and she leaned over to hug him, "Silly boy, this is our child."
Her chin rested on the top of his head and she could smell the familiar scent of his cologne.
Fu Linghe hugged her carefully, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
His arm muscles were tense, but he controlled his strength, fearing that he would hurt her.
The two of them hugged each other quietly, with the bright lights of the capital city outside the window.
The deliberately suppressed laughter and discussions of the Fu family could be faintly heard downstairs.
Yun Zheng leaned in Fu Linghe's arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of security and happiness.
Fu Linghe gently kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with deep weariness and unbreakable tenderness, "Go to sleep, I'll keep you company."
His breathing gradually became even and long, but he still maintained a protective posture, with one hand always gently covering her lower abdomen, as if this could protect their little world.
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