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

"Sir, I... didn't stand steadily just now." Manyun's soft voice was like a whisper, with a hint of imperceptible charm in her slightly shy apology.

At this awkward and delicate moment, a low and powerful roar came like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the silence in the box.

Ling Mohui turned around in surprise, only to see Fu Yansheng standing at the door with a sullen face. His eyes were like two burning flames, and his anger was mixed with jealousy that was difficult to conceal.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened, and she subconsciously pushed Man Yun away from her arms. A trace of guilt flashed across her face, and she looked at Fu Yansheng with a flickering gaze: "You...how did you know I was here?"

Fu Yansheng did not answer, but ordered word by word: "Come back with me!"

The voice was cold as ice and brooked no room for argument.

Ling Mohui sighed helplessly and had to obediently follow Fu Yansheng out of the box.

The carriage started slowly, and just as Ling Mohui sat down in the carriage, Fu Yansheng came over quickly and pulled her to him without any courtesy. There was still anger in his eyes, and his tone was full of reproach: "Ling Mohui, do you still have any sense of shame? You actually came to a place like this to have fun!"

Ling Mo heard this and felt unhappy. She angrily shook off Fu Yansheng's hand and raised her head to retort: ​​"Why, what's wrong with this place? You can come, but I can't?"

Fu Yansheng's face was gloomy, and he asked back: "Can I be the same as you?"

The implication is that the two people have very different identities and statuses, so their actions are naturally different.

Ling Mo stared back at him, not showing any weakness, and said confidently: "What's the difference? You are out there hugging girls, can't I come out and relax occasionally?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's face instantly turned from ashen to pale, and the anger in his chest almost burst out.

He suppressed his anger and sneered, "Ling Mohui, are you really so empty and lonely that you can't even tell the difference between men and women?"

After hearing this, Ling Mo was completely confused.

Could it be that he thought there was really some ambiguous relationship between him and Manyun?

This misunderstanding is getting worse and worse.

However, at the moment, she was in the middle of an emotional storm and had no intention of explaining. She simply responded, "So what? Which man doesn't covet beauty? As a woman, why can't I admire handsome men? Besides, there are many men in the world who like the same sex. Why are you making a fuss?"

"Shameless!"

"Yes, I am the one you call 'shameless'! Since you can't stand me, can't I just leave? I don't want my existence to become a grain of dust in your eyes, polluting your eyes that think they are superior to others."

Ling Mohui said this angrily and got off the carriage with big strides.

Ling Mohui's figure gradually walked away until it disappeared at the end of the street, but Fu Yansheng's carriage seemed to be nailed in place, not moving at all.

The atmosphere in the car was solemn. Although Mo Yi, the loyal follower, was worried, facing Fu Yansheng, whose face was as gloomy as iron, he could only ask cautiously: "Sir, do you need me to send someone to secretly protect the young lady?"

"Don't worry about her!" Fu Yansheng's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were sharp but empty, as if all his thoughts were drawn away by the departing figure.

In the end, he said nothing, just waved his hand to signal the carriage to move forward, and returned to the Grand Secretary's Mansion in silence.

Inside the mansion, Zhang had already received the news and was extremely anxious.

She knew his temper well, so she immediately ordered someone to carefully prepare a bowl of nourishing soup for his body and mind, hoping that it would ease the conflict between them.

When Fu Yansheng stepped into the study, Zhang sent Nanny Liu to bring him the bowl of steaming tonic soup.

Fu Yansheng's eyes fell on the bowl of soup, his eyebrows slightly raised, his tone calm but unable to hide his indifference: "What is this?"

Madam Liu knew the situation of her master's family very well. She replied respectfully, "My Lord, this is the nourishing soup that Madam personally cooked for you. You have been busy with official duties recently and have been working day and night. Madam is afraid that you will suffer from health problems, so she specially asked this old servant to bring it to you."

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng just nodded slightly. He did not speculate too much about Zhang's true intention. He just thought that she was concerned about his health.

He thought for a moment and said two words calmly: "Let it go."

Nanny Liu smiled gently, placed the tonic soup steadily beside the desk, and then quietly left, leaving Fu Yansheng alone in the study to think quietly.

Night falls quietly, the lights come on, and the lights from thousands of homes are like stars, illuminating the silent night sky.

At this time, Ling Mohui walked through the long corridor in the mansion that was hung with red lanterns.

The halo of light from the lantern shone on her, making her figure look slender and lonely.

Just as she stepped into the door of Bailingxuan, she unexpectedly met a smiling woman, who was Zhang Xiyue.

"Sister-in-law, you're back!" Zhang Xiyue's face was full of flattering smiles.

Ling Mo looked back at her, and the image of the innocent little red horse that fell off the cliff emerged in her mind, and a chill suddenly surged in her heart.

She responded coldly: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Xiyue didn't seem to notice Ling Mohui's indifference, and she was still enthusiastic: "Sister-in-law, the Double Fifth Festival is in two days. I heard that the Double Fifth Festival in Beijing is very lively. I haven't seen it yet. Can you accompany me?"

Ling Mo's answer was firm and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation: "No."

Zhang Xiyue was obviously surprised by this answer. She hurried to catch up, holding Ling Mohui's wrist tightly with both hands, her eyes flashing with expectation and pleading: "Sister-in-law, are you still angry about the last time my cousin took me to the polo field?"

"Sister-in-law, that was all my fault. I was too willful. I apologize to you!" Zhang Xiyue's anxious words were full of regret and sincerity.

However, Ling Mohui's anger did not diminish in the slightest. When she thought of the tragic fate of the little red horse, she could not suppress her anger.

She struggled to break free from Zhang Xiyue's hand, her words full of determination: "I said I won't go, and that means I won't go!"

The sudden impact caused Zhang Xiyue to lose her balance instantly. She was so flustered that she fell onto the bluestone road unexpectedly.

"Ling Mohui!" The cold call was like an arrow breaking through the ice, reaching straight into people's hearts.

Zhang Xiyue looked back in surprise, only to see Fu Yansheng's figure emerging from the crowd.

Ling Mohui turned around when she heard the voice and met Fu Yansheng's gaze. A barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly covered it up with a cold look.

She raised her chin slightly and pretended to be calm and responded: "Cousin, it's not my sister-in-law's fault. I forced her to accompany me shopping during the Dragon Boat Festival."

As she spoke, Zhang Xiyue tried hard to force an innocent smile, but her big watery eyes were filled with grievances, as if silently telling of her helplessness and powerlessness.