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

After saying this, the guards behind him quickly brought over a horse with shiny fur. The horse was fat and strong, with lively eyes, and it was obviously a rare good horse.

Ling Mohui did not refuse. She knew that Wei Ruoming's concern was genuine, so she gladly accepted his kindness and sat steadily on the horse.

In fact, she got off the bus halfway because she didn't want to be in the same room with Fu Yansheng. She was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and couldn't help but yell at him.

This would only make him think that she was ungrateful, and she didn't want the relationship between them to become more strained.

The horse stopped gracefully in front of the Grand Secretary's Mansion. Ling Mohui was about to dismount when suddenly...

Wei Ruoming slowly spread out his palm, revealing an exquisite silver hairpin.

He handed the silver hairpin to Ling Mohui and said softly, "Here, keep it."

Ling Mo's eyes fell on the silver hairpin, and she was slightly stunned, her eyebrows slightly frowned, as if she was a little hesitant: "Since I gave it to you, it is yours."

Her voice was cold but firm, and she seemed unwilling to accept this gift.

However, Wei Ruoming was not shaken by this. His eyes were firm and he stuffed the silver hairpin directly into Ling Mohui's fair hand without any explanation.

"Today's competition has not yet ended, and this hairpin should be returned to its original owner. Although I am not well-educated, I also know that a woman's hairpin should not fall into the hands of outsiders, so as to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

This silver hairpin carries the past of the original owner and Fu Yansheng after their marriage, and is the only token of love Fu Yansheng gave her.

Ling Mo returned to the original place and wanted to find a suitable opportunity to quietly discard it in order to completely sever all ties with the past.

But the world is unpredictable, and as fate would have it, she once again held the familiar silver hairpin.

She gently accepted the silver hairpin, cast a grateful glance at Wei Ruoming, and said calmly, "Thank you."

"Oh, right!" Wei Ruoming had already taken a jar of tightly sealed peach blossom wine from a servant beside him before he finished speaking. "This was specially sent by a friend. He said it tastes great. Try it!"

Facing Wei Ruoming's enthusiastic invitation, Ling Mo's eyes flashed with warmth, and she smiled brightly, "Then I'd better obey your command!"

Holding the heavy jar of peach blossom wine, Ling Mohui slowly returned to her residence - Bailingxuan.

It was May, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was rising. She sat down on a stone bench under the shade of a tree, letting the cool breeze brush across her cheeks and dispel her inner troubles.

Whenever Ling Mohui recalled the thrilling life and death moment on the polo field today, her mood was as if shrouded in a haze, so depressed that she could hardly breathe.

At this moment, she decided to open the jar of peach wine and drink away her sorrow.

As the lid of the wine jar was opened, a rich aroma of wine instantly spread.

"Moqi, pour me some wine!" Ling Mohui leaned on the stone bench and called softly.

Moqi and Mohua, the two personal maids, came over upon hearing the noise. Seeing their master looking uneasy because of the incident on the polo field, they couldn't help but look worried.

Mo Qi reminded carefully: "Miss, you are still injured. Why don't you wait until you recover before drinking, otherwise..."

Ling Mohui interrupted her, her eyes fell on the small wound on her wrist, she shook her head gently, and said calmly: "It's okay."

The aroma of peach blossom wine tempted Ling Mohui. She took two sips and felt the wine sliding down her throat, with a hint of sourness in its sweetness.

The alcohol gradually took over her and she felt dizzy, but she became more and more addicted to the feeling of being tipsy and kept clamoring to continue drinking.

Seeing this, Moqi and Mohua knew that persuasion was futile, so they could only go and ask Fu Yansheng to come over with heavy heart.

When Fu Yansheng hurried over, he saw Ling Mohui sitting alone under a tree, her cheeks flushed with an intoxicating red, as beautiful as peach blossoms, and her eyes sparkling with crystal drunkenness.

Fu Yansheng witnessed this scene and felt anxious but helpless.

He secretly thanked God that Ling Mohui got drunk inside the mansion. If she had been drinking so recklessly outside and attracted attention, wouldn't those men with bad intentions outside have taken advantage of her?

Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward, ready to stop this dance caused by alcohol.

The night was as dark as ink, and the aroma of wine filled the courtyard of the Lin Mansion. Ling Mohui sat alone at the desk, holding a crystal clear jade cup in her hand. Her eyes were blurred, and the wine created ripples on the wall of the cup.

She glanced at the maid Mo Qi standing beside her, her tone was a little drunken and reproachful, "Wine... give me more wine, Mo Qi, when did you become so disobedient? I know, it must be that girl Mo Hua who led you astray!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently patted Fu Yansheng on the cheek, but she was completely unaware that the person in front of her was not Mo Qi, but the powerful Prime Minister Fu Yansheng.

The two maids who were innocently implicated looked at each other with mixed feelings.

They felt sorry for their master who lost his composure due to drunkenness, and were also worried that her actions would anger the Prime Minister.

She actually dared to slap the Prime Minister on the cheek after drinking. Such an offense made them really afraid that the Prime Minister would be furious and would harm the young lady.

However, facing the drunken Ling Mohui at this moment, they could only pray silently in their hearts, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Fu Yansheng's expression changed slightly, and he pushed Ling Mohui's hand away unhappily, saying in a cold and firm voice: "Ling Mohui, you are drunk!"

Before she finished her words, Ling Mo turned around and swayed, as if she was completely overwhelmed by the alcohol, and her body went limp and was about to fall down.

Fu Yansheng was quick to act and in an instant he pulled her into his arms and held her steadily.

He called out forcefully, "Ling Mohui! Wake up!"

However, no matter how anxiously Fu Yansheng called out, Ling Mohui remained in a deep coma and was unable to respond.

Helplessly, Fu Yansheng could only suppress his worries, carefully carried her into the room, placed her on the couch, carefully covered her with a quilt, and waited for her to wake up.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window breaking the silence of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Mohui finally woke up.

She opened her eyes slightly, her vision still a little blurry, and what came into view was Fu Yansheng's familiar and annoying face.

She frowned in confusion and said in surprise: "Fu Yansheng? Why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize something and said to herself, "No, how could Fu Yansheng appear in my room?"

She rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to wake herself up from the chaos, "I must be hallucinating."

She closed her eyes and murmured softly.

Fu Yansheng sat on the edge of the bed with a slightly gloomy face. Listening to Ling Mohui's mumbling, he knew that she was not fully awake.

He called out in a low voice: "Ling Mohui, open your eyes and take a good look to see if I am hallucinating."

Ling Mohui heard the voice and just snorted. She didn't care about this "illusion Fu Yansheng" at all. She even said with a bit of provocation: "Fu Yansheng, you dare to be so arrogant in my dream, believe it or not, I will bite you to death?"