After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

"Fu Yansheng, what do you mean by this? One should not be greedy. Since you like my third sister, why do you have to drag it out and make it unclear? Isn't this obviously playing two-timing?"

Ling Mohui's voice trembled slightly with anger, and it was obvious that she could no longer suppress her inner resentment.

This guy's behavior is really unreasonable!

Fu Yansheng sighed softly, perhaps because he felt guilty, he did not make any more excuses: "It doesn't matter how you understand it, but there is one thing that is beyond doubt, I will never let go in this life!"

Ling Mohui was so angry that she bit her lower lip tightly: "Then why are you nagging here? Aren't you just here to inform me?"

"Get out of here!"

"Ling Mo, come back!"

"Get out!" As she shouted angrily, she swept the fruit plate on the table to the ground with a wave of her hand, with a loud bang that shook the whole room.

Fu Yansheng stood up suddenly, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice: "I understand that you are in a bad mood at the moment. I do owe you something about Zhiyun, but please believe that I will repay you a hundredfold in the future. Ling Mohui, I will never let you leave my world!"

Extremely hateful!

Ling Mo was so angry that her chest heaved. She didn't want to say another word. She turned around and angrily went back to the inner room.

Not long after Fu Yansheng left, the maid Mo Hua stormed into the courtyard angrily.

"The son-in-law is really outrageous. He has ignored the young lady for three years, but now he wants to marry the third young lady, but he is reluctant to let the young lady go free!"

Ling Mohui's mood gradually calmed down. After careful thought, she realized that Fu Yansheng was so persistent in not letting her go, probably because he had developed some feelings for her that were hard to give up.

However, when Ling Zhiyun married into the mansion, Fu Yansheng's feelings for her grew deeper and he would naturally ignore her existence.

When he falls in love with Ling Zhiyun wholeheartedly, it will surely be much easier to propose a divorce than it is now.

Ling Mo rubbed her aching temple and couldn't help asking herself, what exactly is the problem?

Just when she was feeling worried about the divorce, there was a strange noise outside the courtyard gate.

When they went out to check, they found that Zheng Jiaxuan was fighting fiercely with a mysterious man in black. Zheng Jiaxuan was a martial arts master, and even Fu Yansheng's personal guards had suffered losses at his hands.

"Stop!" Ling Mohui shouted to stop him.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Jiaxuan immediately withdrew his attack, and the man in black quickly disappeared into the night.

"How did you get into a conflict with him?" Ling Mo walked forward and asked softly.

Zheng Jiaxuan's young face was full of concern: "That man was sent by Fu Yansheng to monitor you. Seeing this, I naturally have to help you drive him away."

Fu Yansheng, ah Fu Yansheng, he never lets us have peace for a moment, his behavior is so abominable!

"Thanks."

Ling Mo turned her gaze and gently fell on the top of Zheng Jiaxuan's head. His height had quietly surpassed hers. She whispered softly with a hint of subtle surprise and love, "Have you grown taller recently? You have grown up so much without even noticing."

A shy blush appeared on Zheng Jiaxuan's face. He nodded slightly in response, his eyes sparkling with the unique brilliance of youth.

"Very good. I'll tell Mo Hua to prepare more healthy meals so that your little sapling can grow stronger."

Ling Mohui's smile was like the warm spring sunshine, and her words were full of beautiful expectations for the future.

"Don't bother. The food here is already rich and varied. Every meal combines delicacies from land and sea with home-cooked dishes. I'm already eating well. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I'll gain a few kilos of weight."

Zheng Jiaxuan laughed out loud, his sword-like eyebrows flying, and his starry eyes flashing with confidence and heroism. It was an indescribable charm that was enough to make people stare at him for a long time, indicating that he would be able to stand out in the crowd and charm everyone in the future.

"You've practiced swordsmanship quite well. Your every move and gesture displays the demeanor of a master." Ling Mohui praised sincerely, her words full of admiration.

Zheng Jiaxuan's eyes became soft and distant as he recalled the past: "When I was a child, my family was relatively well-off, and my parents specially invited a master in the swordsmanship world to teach me one-on-one. Although those days were hard, they have become my most precious memories."

When Ling Mo heard this, a gleam of eagerness flashed in her eyes: "Can I try the sword too? I also want to experience the heroic feeling of pointing the sword to the sky."

"Of course, sis. Just be careful when you take it. Don't hurt yourself."

Zheng Jiaxuan said this while smiling and handing over the sword in his hand, his eyes full of doting and concern.

Ling Mohui took the sword and imitated Zheng Jiaxuan's previous movements. Although she seemed a little unfamiliar, she did it quite well.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and onto the two people, adding a bit of warmth and harmony to the scene.

Zheng Jiaxuan patiently guided her, corrected her posture from time to time, and occasionally demonstrated it himself. Her smooth movements were like a dance, pleasing to the eye.

In one afternoon, under Zheng Jiaxuan's careful teaching, Ling Mohui gradually mastered the basics of several sword techniques. Although it was only the basics, it made her feel an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

For the sake of safety and teaching convenience, Zheng Jiaxuan also specially found a wooden stick and asked Ling Mohui to practice basic movements to avoid accidental injury.

As the sun set, the sky was dyed a brilliant orange-red, and Ling Mohui's face showed a bit of fatigue.

In a moment of carelessness, the tip of the stick accidentally scratched her wrist, leaving a tiny wound, and bright red blood slowly oozed out.

Seeing this, Zheng Jiaxuan immediately dropped the sword in his hand, his face full of anxiety and self-blame: "It's all my fault, sister, are you okay?"

"Don't blame yourself. It was my own carelessness. This minor injury is nothing serious." Ling Mo smiled easily, as if it was just a trivial episode.

Back in the room, Ling Mo called Mo Qi back, took out the medicine box, and treated the inconspicuous wound herself with skill and calmness.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng rushed in anxiously, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of worry: "What's wrong with your hand? Let me see it quickly."

Upon hearing the news that she had cut her wrist, Fu Yansheng rushed to visit her without even asking her the reason. His nervousness and concern were almost beyond words.

Ling Mo looked back at him, somewhat puzzled: "It's okay, this wound will probably heal on its own later."

Fu Yansheng didn't allow her to explain and gently held her in his arms, his fingers softly running through her black hair, his voice low and gentle.

"I know that you feel uncomfortable about taking a concubine, but I didn't expect you to hurt yourself because of it. You must never do such a stupid thing again in the future."

Ling Mohui struggled helplessly: "Fu Yansheng, let go first, I was just careless."

However, his arms were like iron, firm and unshakable.

"Fu Yansheng, don't think too highly of yourself. How could I commit suicide over something like this? You overestimate your position in my heart!" Ling Mohui couldn't help but sneer, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.