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

"Ling Mohui, you'd better practice what you preach, otherwise I have a thousand ways to drive you out of the house."

She whispered, her tone mixed with determination and ruthlessness, "This mansion can only accommodate one mistress, and that is me!"

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As soon as Zhang Xiyue left, Mo Hua rushed in like a gust of wind, "Miss, are you going to let her go so easily?"

Ling Mohui was not angry, "The reason why I am not in a hurry to deal with her is because someone will naturally deal with her for me in the future."

At this moment, a servant's voice came from outside the door: "Young Madam, the Young Madam of the Ling Mansion is here to visit."

Ling Mohui heard the voice and responded calmly: "Moqi, quickly invite my sister-in-law to Yayuan. Mohua, go prepare a pot of the best Longjing tea and send it over."

After making all the arrangements, she straightened her clothes and walked towards Yayuan with light steps.

In the elegant garden, the lake is rippling with clear waves and a pavilion stands quietly beside it.

Not long after Ling Mohui stepped into the pavilion, Ding arrived in a hurry, with a few beads of sweat on her forehead, obviously she had been running all the way.

Her eyes showed genuine concern: "I thought about it over and over again, and I couldn't let you go, so I came here to visit you."

Ling Mo returned Ding's gaze and smiled sweetly, "Sister-in-law, what are you worried about? Do you think I will be bullied in this mansion?"

There was a hint of teasing in her words, as if she didn't care about the predicament at all.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ding couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Didn't Prime Minister Fu cause you trouble last night? I heard that he has a violent temper, and I was worried..."

Ling Mohui recalled Fu Yansheng's abnormal behavior last night and had doubts in her heart. Now when she heard Ding mention it, she was even more convinced that there must be something hidden.

"It seems that sister-in-law knows something that I don't know, so why not tell me frankly."

Seeing that hiding the truth was useless, Mrs. Ding sat down next to Ling Mo and told the story, "Your brother went to see Prime Minister Fu yesterday. Maybe this has something to do with it."

When Ling Mo heard this, she suddenly realized what was going on. No wonder Fu Yansheng behaved so abnormally last night.

"So that's why I was wondering why he suddenly became so weird." She muttered to herself.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ding became more worried: "So, did he do anything to you last night..."

She hesitated to speak, but her concern was evident in her words.

Ling Mohui noticed Ding's misunderstanding and couldn't help but look embarrassed, "Sister-in-law, you are worrying too much. He and I have not consummated our marriage yet."

After hearing this, Ding was dumbfounded.

Ding frowned and thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Could it be... that he has some hidden illness?"

At this moment, a violent cough suddenly came from behind.

The two of them turned their heads almost at the same time, only to see Fu Yansheng standing there with a sullen face, but an unusually bright red blush appeared at the base of his ears.

"When... did you come?" Ling Mohui was surprised, and her cheeks instantly turned red.

Fu Yansheng's expression remained indifferent, and he only responded indifferently: "I've been here for a while."

Although the words were short, the meaning was obvious - he had heard all of their private conversations, whether they were important or not.

When Ling Mohui heard this, she lowered her eyes, twisting the corner of her clothes unconsciously with her fingers, feeling secretly annoyed.

Mrs. Ding looked even more embarrassed. She quickly explained, "I was just worried about my sister, so I came to check on her."

"Since you are here too, I won't disturb you and your wife." Ding interrupted at the right time and stood up to leave.

Ling Mo glared back at her, obviously quite dissatisfied with her sister-in-law's "unkind" behavior.

Mrs. Ding pretended not to notice Ling Mo's look, but winked at her and said jokingly, "Then I'll leave. I'll come back another day."

Seeing this, Ling Mohui also stood up immediately, intending to take the opportunity to leave together: "I'll take you there."

"No need!" Mrs. Ding hastily refused, her eyes secretly glanced at Fu Yansheng, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "You should accompany your husband well."

After saying that, she smiled and left Yayuan.

Ling Mohui withdrew her gaze only after Ding's figure disappeared from her sight.

She glanced at Fu Yansheng's hand that was still on her shoulder. Why didn't he take it away?

"Now that there's no one around, you don't have to act anymore, right?"

Ling Mohui sat back in her chair, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

Fu Yansheng did not answer immediately, but turned around, placed his hands firmly on the armrests of the chair, and surrounded her with his breath.

The powerful feeling of oppression made Ling Mohui's scalp numb. She could only try her best to stay calm and look at him.

"Do you usually say this to me in front of outsiders?" He raised the corner of his mouth with a meaningful smile.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, and she quickly explained: "I...I didn't mean to insult you, I just told the truth."

Her voice was slightly flustered as she tried to defend herself.

Fu Yansheng's eyes became more and more sharp: "Your sister-in-law said that I was sick. Is this also true?"

Ling Mohui was speechless for a moment and could only swallow her saliva and responded a little awkwardly: "How should I know whether you are sick or not? I haven't checked it."

She tried her best to appear relaxed, but her eyes could not hide the escapist intent.

Hearing this, Fu Yansheng's smile deepened: "Why don't you come and check it yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down, his face almost close to hers.

Ling Mohui's breath suddenly stopped, her heart pounding like a drum, and she hurriedly pushed him away with her hand: "What are you checking? We are getting divorced anyway, what does your illness have to do with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out of Yayuan as if she was escaping for her life, leaving Fu Yansheng standing there alone.

It is estimated that Fu Yansheng was deeply stimulated by those words, so that his emotions fluctuated so violently and his behavior was uncharacteristic.

During this period of time, you should try to keep a distance from him to avoid a narrow encounter, which will only increase embarrassment and awkwardness for both parties.

Ling Mohui walked alone through the deep and quiet bamboo forest.

However, she did not notice that under the cover of dense bamboo leaves, there was a figure standing quietly in the dark - it was Zhang Xiyue.

Her eyes were cold, and she whispered through gritted teeth: "Ling Mohui, you liar, how dare you deceive me!"

In the following days, Ling Mohui lived quietly in Bailingxuan, concentrating on recuperating from her injuries, and never stepped out of the door.

Fortunately, the previous knife wound has completely healed under her careful care, and there is no trace of scar on the skin.

Not only that, Ling Mohui also used this period of rest to recuperate her body and mind, making her complexion even more rosy.

That afternoon, she leaned lazily on the rocking chair.

"Miss, your son-in-law is here!" The maid's soft call broke the silence in the room.

Fu Yansheng?

Ling Mohui was slightly stunned, then put down the book in her hand and looked up.

Fu Yansheng, wearing a moon-white silk shirt with fluttering sleeves, walked into the room.

His eyes swept over the novel in Ling Mohui's hand, and he said with a hint of sarcasm: "You've been at home for several days, and all you read is this?"

Ling Mohui was startled and hurriedly looked down to check the title of the book, which read "The Female General Exclusively Favors Her Little Husband".