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

Fu Yansheng also nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, mother. I will use my time to personally visit each village one by one to ensure that such problems are properly resolved."

Zhang frowned slightly, as if she was worried. She remembered that Zhang Xiyue was still kneeling outside the door, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "Although Guo's behavior was foolish, Xiyue is innocent after all. You should go and persuade her. She has always respected you, and maybe she will listen to you."

However, Ling Mohui responded with a subtle, sarcastic smile. She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Yansheng, who was looking at her intently with a complex and indistinguishable look in his eyes.

Ling Mo raised her eyebrows, as if asking, "What are you looking at? Is there anything dirty on my face?"

The two ended the conversation tacitly and walked out of Zhang's room together.

I originally thought that Fu Yansheng would send Zhang Xiyue away in the name of Ling Mohui, but I never expected that Ling Mohui would be like a cunning fox and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ling Mohui was not an ignorant girl. She knew very well that this kind of thing could easily arouse resentment, so she always tried to avoid it.

Returning to Bailingxuan, Ling Mohui couldn't wait to take a shower and change clothes.

At this moment, she felt relaxed and refreshed.

However, the script that had not been returned yet emerged in her mind again, and she couldn't help wondering why Fu Yansheng hadn't returned it to me yet?

The anticipation and curiosity were like a cat's claws scratching her heart, making it difficult for her to calm down.

Ling Mohui's mood was like a tangled mess in her heart. She slapped her cheeks hard, trying to dispel the boredom.

She thought over and over in her mind how to get the precious book back from Fu Yansheng cleverly and without attracting attention.

After all, the plot of the book was at a critical juncture that made her anxious, an exciting chapter where the hero and heroine were about to consummate their marriage, and she really couldn't wait to see it.

As night fell, the lights in the study were on brightly. Fu Yansheng was sitting at his desk, concentrating on processing the mountain of paperwork that had piled up during the day.

His eyes wandered among the densely packed words, and the tip of his pen moved across the paper, making a rustling sound, which was a silent dialogue between him and government affairs.

However, when the corner of his eye inadvertently swept across the corner of the study, a forgotten book suddenly came into view.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand curiously, picked it up and gently opened it.

One corner of the page was obviously carefully folded up, and the familiar crease made Fu Yansheng instantly understand that this was Ling Mohui's mark.

He turned to that page as instructed, but what caught his eyes were long passages of naked emotional descriptions, so straightforward and passionate that they made him blush and his heart beat faster.

Looking at Ling Mohui, it's really hard to change her nature. She can be so fascinated by a book like this and never get tired of it.

A nameless anger quietly rose in Fu Yansheng's heart. He closed the book angrily, trying to erase those beautiful images from his mind.

However, the more he restrained himself, the clearer the images became, like a burning flame, making him unable to calm down.

In desperation, he decided to put aside the work at hand for the time being and go to the bathroom next door to take a bath. With the baptism of cold spring water, he could calm his mind.

Not long after Fu Yansheng left the study, Ling Mohui took the opportunity to sneak in quietly.

She held her breath and carefully checked her surroundings to make sure no one noticed.

In the study, only the light quietly shines on the wooden furniture, casting a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Her eyes quickly locked onto the target - the storybook, which was now lying quietly on the table, as if waiting for her return.

Ling Mohui was ecstatic and glad that she had seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She quickly walked to the table, ready to put the book in her pocket, so that she could resolve the suspense in her heart tonight and immerse herself in the thrilling marriage consummation plot of the hero and heroine.

However, immersed in her joy, she did not notice that a strange aura was quietly approaching from behind.

Just as she turned to leave, a powerful force suddenly hit her shoulder, catching her off guard.

She looked up in astonishment, and saw a solid chest in front of her. There were still drops of water hanging on the familiar dark eyebrows. It was obviously Fu Yansheng who had just finished showering.

He was wearing a thin white shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and his deep eyes were flashing with a playful light.

"Ling Mohui, what are you doing here stealthily?" Fu Yansheng asked knowingly, with a playful smile on his lips.

Ling Mohui was startled, and subconsciously hid the notebook in her hand into her wide sleeves, trying to conceal her intentions: "I just came to get my things back. Now that I have them, I will not disturb you from doing your business."

She tried to remain calm, but there was a hint of panic in her words.

However, Fu Yansheng did not let her go easily.

He took a step forward, pressing closer and closer, until he pushed Ling Mo back to the corner of the table, forming an invisible encirclement.

He placed his hands firmly on the edge of the table, his sharp eyes fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts.

"You care so much about this book, what secrets are hidden in it?" Fu Yansheng said calmly, but with a hint of authority, "Why don't you read me a few paragraphs of the page you folded? Let's share your 'vulgar taste' together."

His words were mixed with teasing, but also revealed a firmness that could not be refused.

Ling Mohui was speechless for a moment. Facing Fu Yansheng's questioning, how should she respond? Can she successfully keep her secret?

Ling Mohui held the book tightly in her hand, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she confessed without hesitation: "Hey, don't laugh at me. I am a person with down-to-earth taste. I really can't stand those highbrow texts. I just like this kind of light-hearted and cheerful tone. Sorry to make you laugh."

As she spoke, she put on a playful look, trying to defuse the awkwardness with a joke and distance herself from the elegant and noble man in front of her.

He did not back down because of her self-mockery. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly and gently pressed his hands on both sides of the table, forming an invisible barrier that quietly trapped Ling Mohui inside.

His movements were calm and powerful, as if even the air froze at that moment, waiting for her response.

Faced with this sudden sense of oppression, Ling Mohui's eyes trembled slightly, like ripples on the surface of a lake, revealing a trace of doubt: "You...you have read this book?"

There was disbelief and a hint of panic in her words.

When Fu Yansheng heard this, his deep eyes slightly raised. He didn't say anything, but acknowledged her guess with silence.

There was a hint of amusement and reproach in his tone: "Ling Mohui, how empty and boring are you to be obsessed with such vulgar words?"

After he spoke out her secret, Ling Mohui's nervousness was reduced a little. She straightened her back, raised her chin, and her eyes flashed with stubbornness: "It's just my personal preference. Aren't you meddling too much? You have to count the stars in the sky and give directions to the ants on the ground. Now you even want to interfere with me when I read a book?"