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

At this moment, the scene of the two of them confronting each other was mistaken for a young couple having a quarrel, and even their quarrel had a sweet atmosphere.

But only Ling Mohui knew in her heart that there was an insurmountable valley between her and Fu Yansheng.

"Nothing." Ling Mo responded calmly.

She didn't want to talk too much about this complicated entanglement in front of Yuan Fangfang.

Yuan Fangfang observed her expression and changed the subject at the right time, "Mohui, let's go eat some fruit and take a break. The next game will still require you to give your all."

Ling Mohui nodded gratefully, allowing Yuan Fangfang to pull her to sit aside and temporarily put aside the troubles in her heart.

A moment later, the second game began.

Ling Mohui's little red horse was led to the side of the field by the stable boy. Just as she was about to mount on the horse, she suddenly found Zhang Xiyue walking out of the stable with an unusual expression.

"Xiyue!" Ling Mohui called out tentatively.

Zhang Xiyue trembled slightly when she heard the voice, and looked at Ling Mo nervously and replied: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

Ling Mo frowned, her tone full of concern, "Where did you go just now? Why didn't I see you?"

Zhang Xiyue quickly adjusted her breathing and forced a smile on her face, "I...my stomach is not feeling well, so I'm going to the bathroom."

Her answer seemed to come without hesitation, but beneath her deliberately maintained calm, there was a hint of imperceptible panic.

Although Ling Mohui had some doubts in her heart, considering that the competition was imminent and it was not convenient to delve into it further, she suppressed her doubts for the time being.

She was fully focused and ready to go, vowing to do her utmost to disrupt Fu Yansheng's game.

However, Fu Yansheng had obviously anticipated this, as if he knew her every intention.

Whenever Ling Mohui rode her horse close to him, he would always dodge sideways calmly. His ease made Ling Mohui feel frustrated.

Ling Mohui was burning with anxiety and secretly cursed Fu Yansheng for his cunning.

She gritted her teeth, thinking she could get rid of me so easily? How naive!

A flame of unwillingness burned in her chest. She raised the whip suddenly, and the tip of the whip drew a sharp arc in the air, then fell heavily with a crisp explosion.

The little red horse was whipped and burst into action instantly. Its four hooves were as fast as the wind and it galloped wildly on the track, raising a cloud of dust.

Wei Ruoming caught this scene with his sharp eyes, his face suddenly changed, he turned his horse's head without hesitation, and rode his mount like an arrow, trying to lend a helping hand at the critical moment.

Fu Yansheng turned around when he heard the sound. As far as he could see, the little red horse was like a ball of flame. The sound of its hooves was like the beating of war drums, becoming more and more rapid.

Ling Mohui's face was vaguely visible among her hair fluttering in the wind. Although she could not hide her fear, her eyes were even more resolute and determined: "Fu Yansheng, don't think you can get rid of me so easily!"

Fu Yansheng frowned, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He acted decisively, swung his arm, and accurately grabbed Ling Mohui's arm.

In a flash, Ling Mohui was pulled into his arms and placed safely on his horse.

It all happened so fast that Ling Mohui didn't even have time to react. She only felt the scenery in front of her eyes rapidly receding and the wind whistling in her ears. She had moved from the little red horse she was riding alone to Fu Yansheng's horse.

"Hey! You're cheating!" Ling Mohui shouted angrily, her words full of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat.

Fu Yansheng did not respond, but focused all his attention on the game.

The club in his hand was like a nimble silver snake, hitting the ball on the ground accurately.

With a "whoosh" sound, the ball flew out and hit the target accurately.

"Got it! Prime Minister Fu wins!" The referee's announcement sounded at the right time, and the whole audience immediately burst into warm cheers and applause.

Fu Yansheng steered the horse to slow down slowly, but Ling Mohui's anger reached its peak at this moment.

She jumped off the horse without hesitation. The moment she landed, she turned her back to Fu Yansheng, looking as if she didn't want to have anything to do with him again.

At this moment, Yuan Fangfang ran over excitedly, holding Ling Mohui's arm, her eyes gleaming with gossip: "Mohui, how does it feel to ride a horse in the arms of the Prime Minister? Are you very happy?"

She was all smiles, looking forward to sharing that enviable experience with her friends.

Ling Mohui heard this, her eyes widened, she sat down angrily, grabbed an apple, took a big bite, and made a crisp "crack" sound: "What happiness! Forget it!"

She complained incoherently while chewing, her face full of anger.

Not far away, Zhang Xiyue was sitting in the audience, witnessing the intimate behavior between Fu Yansheng and Ling Mohui just now, and her heart was filled with anger.

She repeatedly told herself that Fu Yansheng's dislike for Ling Mohui was obvious, so why was he entangled with her at this moment?

Could it be that their past confrontations, all those reproaches and coldness he showed towards Ling Mohui, were just superficial?

Could it be that in her cousin's heart, Ling Mohui occupies a more important position than her?

"No! This is absolutely impossible!" Zhang Xiyue denied it hysterically in her heart. She tried to comfort herself with past memories, recalling the many times Fu Yansheng scolded Ling Mohui for her.

However, at this moment, the confusion and jealousy in her heart were like huge waves hitting her mental defenses, making it impossible for her to calm down.

Ling Mo replied, you hateful woman!

What qualifications do you have to break into my and my cousin’s world and disrupt our peaceful life?

Zhang Xiyue clenched her fists, her fingertips sinking deeply into her palms. The pain allowed her to temporarily regain a bit of sanity.

There was a fierce look in her eyes, like a sharp blade being unsheathed, with a cold light flashing.

She clenched her teeth, letting the hatred and determination in her heart intertwine, and secretly vowed to make Ling Mohui pay the price.

……

After a brief period of noise, the stadium returned to silence, and the third event was like a storm, following closely and about to sweep in.

As soon as Ling Mohui stepped onto the little red horse's back, she keenly sensed its unusual anxiety and uneasiness.

She quickly adjusted her breathing and gently stroked the little red horse's smooth mane with an extremely gentle gesture.

However, the little red horse ignored her comfort, and became more and more excited, with hot air coming out of its nostrils and wild light flashing in its eyes, as if it could break free from its restraints and run wildly at any time.

Ling Mohui was well aware that her riding skills were still not proficient enough, especially after the previous accident, she understood even more the importance of acting with caution.

She clearly felt Fu Yansheng's vigilance and alertness, and knew that if she continued to follow him closely at this moment, not only would she fail to achieve the desired effect, but it might cause the other party to feel even more disgusted and add to her troubles.

So, she placed her hopes on Wei Ruoming, expecting him to make a difference in this contest.

Just as Ling Mohui was feeling overwhelmed with thoughts, a stone suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit the little red horse's side accurately like an arrow.