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

"Very good, Lord Zeng's arrangement is exactly what I want." Although his voice was light, it had a majesty that could not be ignored.

Seeing this, Zeng Mao hurriedly urged Ling Mo to come closer.

Ling Mohui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat lightly beside Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng suddenly spoke up, with a barely perceptible hint of teasing in his tone, "Miss Fenchan, why are you being so secretive when you meet me?"

His eyes were half-narrowed, revealing an inexplicable coldness, as if he had already seen through her disguise.

Ling Mohui knew she was seen through, so she hardened her heart and responded shyly, "I am shy. If you want to see it, you can wait until there is no one around..."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes in feigned shyness, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she really had thousands of daughterly expressions.

Faced with this sudden response, Fu Yansheng was speechless for a moment.

Then, he suddenly reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, his words carrying irresistible tenderness, "Okay, I'll do whatever the beauty says."

Ling Mohui's body tensed up suddenly due to this sudden close contact, but she tried to maintain her calmness on the surface, "Sir, let me pour you some wine."

At the same time, Zeng Mao took the opportunity to present a thick account book, "Sir, this is the information you want."

After Fu Yansheng took it, he quickly scanned it. His sharp eyes like a hawk seemed to be able to see through all the secrets. Then he calmly closed the account book and said, "Leave this thing here for now."

Zeng Mao couldn't help but tremble when he heard this. His expression turned ugly. He forced a bitter smile and said, "Sir, this is probably inappropriate. This account book is the key to the life and death of all of us."

However, Fu Yansheng seemed relaxed. He casually stuffed the account book into his arms, with a confident smile on his face. "What are you afraid of? With me here, is there any trouble that I can't fix?"

His words were filled with unquestionable arrogance, which made people feel in awe. "Don't worry, I will return the account book to you when I get what I need."

Zeng Mao wanted to argue, but looking into Fu Yansheng's eyes that brooked no rebuttal, he swallowed his words and could only nod reluctantly.

During this conversation, Zeng Jie, who was standing nearby, had already embraced a woman and started playing around, completely disregarding the solemnity of the occasion.

Zeng Mao's eyes were wide open and he glared at his son fiercely, but it was obvious that Zeng Jie was intoxicated with wine and sex and was completely unaware of this.

Zeng Mao couldn't help himself and scolded in a low voice, "My son is indeed a little drunk tonight. I will have someone send him back to rest."

After saying this, he immediately signaled his men to take the mischievous Zeng Jie away from there.

Zeng Jie's departure made the atmosphere in the box a little tense. Zeng Mao's gaze naturally turned to Ling Mohui, and his curiosity and scrutiny of her seemed to grow stronger.

Ling Mohui could only move forward step by step, silently thinking about how to escape safely from this dangerous situation.

Before, he was so focused on how to better please Fu Yansheng that he ignored the fact that Fen Chan tonight was different from her usual calm and composed image.

As a veteran in the court, Zeng Mao naturally knew something about Fen Chan. This understanding allowed him to recommend her to Fu Yansheng without hesitation, hoping to weave a closer network of relationships among the powerful and wealthy.

"Miss Fenchan, why don't you take off your veil in this beautiful scene and let Master Fu have a chance to see your stunning appearance?"

Zeng Mao's eyes wandered over Ling Mo's face, his tone was gentle but full of wit, as if every word had been carefully crafted.

Ling Mohui unconsciously tightened the jade cup in her hand, her fingertips almost embedding into the warm cup.

Zeng Mao always manages to dig out secrets that others don't want to reveal in the most inadvertent way, and he is indeed not an easy character to deal with.

"It's okay. I think this half-hidden posture has a unique charm."

Fu Yansheng's words were like a spring breeze, gently blowing through the tense atmosphere, trying to defuse the delicate situation that was about to break out.

Despite this, Zeng Mao was an expert at reading people's expressions, and even with Fu Yansheng's attempts to ease their minds, the doubts in his heart were like weeds that were difficult to eradicate completely.

"Miss Fenchan, do you still remember the taste of the special wine I asked you to taste two days ago? Is it so unique that you can't forget it?"

Zeng Mao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he stared straight at Ling Mohui, trying to catch any flaws.

Ling Mohui raised a barely perceptible bitter smile. How could she know what the real Fan Chan thought of the jar of wine?

Zeng Mao's question was obviously intended to test her authenticity. This was a contest of wisdom and courage!

Her hand quietly hid under the table, tightly grasping Fu Yansheng's sleeve, silently sending a signal for help: Save me, I can't stand this psychological warfare anymore!

"Oh? What kind of wine is it? Bring it to me to taste."

Fu Yansheng's seemingly casual question was actually meant to help Ling Mohui out of trouble.

Zeng Mao's lips curled up into a bitter smile. Not daring to go against Fu Yansheng's wishes, he immediately ordered the waiter to get the jar of mysterious wine.

However, in the blink of an eye, a slight cry came from a corner of the room, breaking the brief silence.

Zeng Mao turned around suddenly and saw Ling Mohui wiping the wine stains that had accidentally splashed on her skirt with her head down, looking very flustered.

"Oh, the beauty accidentally spilled wine on her dress, Lord Zeng, why don't I accompany her to change her clothes."

Fu Yansheng took the opportunity to hug Ling Mo back into his arms. His gesture was both resolute and protective. No further words were needed; his meaning was self-evident.

Zeng Mao was worldly-wise and understood the delicate situation well. He just smiled slightly, tacitly approving Fu Yansheng's behavior.

So, Fu Yansheng calmly carried Ling Mo back in his arms and strode away from the flower-filled Zi Yan Tower.

Just as they were about to leave, a familiar call pierced through the night and reached their hearts.

"Yan Sheng!" Ling Zhiyun stood alone at the narrow alley, her face sad and her eyes seemed to hold thousands of words.

Fu Yansheng just glanced sideways quickly without saying a word, and then stepped onto the carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

In the car, Ling Mohui was silent for a moment, and finally said: "If you are worried that she has misunderstood, I can explain it to you later."

Fu Yansheng raised his eyes slightly, and met hers with an indifferent gaze: "No need to bother."

Ling Mohui tapped his chin lightly, understanding that this was the path he had chosen, and the criticisms of others had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng suddenly pulled her to his side, with his hands firmly supporting both sides of the car, as if to isolate himself from all the disturbances from the outside world.

"You are quite courageous. You actually dare to pretend to be Fenchan. Do you know that if Zeng Mao finds out, the consequences will be disastrous."

There was a flash of worry in Fu Yansheng's eyes, which was a deep concern for Ling Mohui's safety.

Ling Mo raised her head, her eyes firm and bright: "How many innocent people has Zeng Mao targeted? If I don't stand up, more people will fall into his trap!"