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

"They are all your people, of course they will speak in your favor." Fu Yansheng retorted coldly, his voice full of contempt for Ling Mohui's sophistry.

"Cousin, her people drove away everyone I brought with me. At that time, she and her men were the only ones left in the yard. She can make up whatever story she wants." Zhang Xiyue's face was full of resentment, and her tearful eyes seemed to be telling of her innocence and helplessness.

"To put it bluntly, there is no evidence!" Ling Mohui sneered, staring at Fu Yansheng with burning eyes, and the provocative eyes seemed to challenge his authority. "You are in a high position and have great power, so you won't make a random conviction based on such an unfounded matter, right?"

"You really can't tell right from wrong!" Zhang Xiyue screamed in anger. The heart-wrenching sound echoed in the courtyard, making people's hearts frightened.

However, in this chaos, Fu Yansheng suddenly calmed down, and a hint of determination flashed in his deep eyes.

"Shut up!" Fu Yansheng stopped him sternly, his voice as cold as ice.

His eyes shuttled back and forth between Ling Mohui and Zhang Xiyue, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Zhang Xiyue was stunned, her eyes full of astonishment and confusion. She stared at Fu Yansheng in front of her, "Cousin, I really didn't lie."

Fu Yansheng was not moved by her explanation. On the contrary, his eyes flashed with cold light, and his icy gaze shot straight at Zhang Xiyue like a sharp arrow.

There was not only doubt in that look, but also deep disappointment and anger.

His words were like the cold wind on a winter night, cold and decisive: "I told you to shut up!"

Zhang Xiyue was so shocked by the sudden coldness that she didn't even dare to breathe.

She stood there, her lips tightly pursed, her face as pale as paper, completely confused as to why her cousin's attitude had changed so drastically in an instant.

At this moment, Ling Mohui slowly walked over from the side, her eyes fell coldly on Zhang Xiyue: "I was impulsive tonight, I hope my cousin will forgive me, and we can still be a polite family in the future."

Although the words were calm, they were sharp. Every word was like a needle, piercing deeply into Zhang Xiyue's heart.

Faced with Ling Mohui's provocation, Zhang Xiyue was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She clenched her fists, her chest heaving, and flames of anger burning in her eyes.

She wanted to refute and question, but her throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand.

Ling Mohui glared at Fu Yansheng fiercely to vent her resentment and grievance in her heart, then she gritted her teeth, turned around, and strode away.

Fu Yansheng looked at her figure getting farther and farther away, feeling mixed emotions.

At this moment, Zhang Xiyue's voice sounded again, with a hint of deliberate tenderness and concern: "Cousin, there are marks on your face, and you have to go to court tomorrow. Come in quickly, I will apply medicine for you!"

She pretended to be concerned, trying to ease the tense atmosphere and hide her inner anxiety in this way.

Only then did Fu Yansheng realize the burning pain on half of his face. Ling Mo's return slap was indeed quite harsh.

He didn't say anything, but silently accepted Zhang Xiyue's suggestion, allowing her to take out the ointment and apply it to him.

However, just as the ointment was about to touch her skin, he suddenly waved his hand to stop her...

"I'll do it myself!" Fu Yansheng's voice was flat. He took the ointment and treated the scar on his cheek by himself.

Zhang Xiyue's eyes were red and tears welled up in them, but she instantly turned back into her lovable self.

She lowered her head, her voice choking with sobs, "Cousin, it's all my fault. I really shouldn't have gone to the temple fair today. My sister-in-law must have been frightened, so she took it out on me."

Her words were full of self-blame and regret, trying to arouse Fu Yansheng's sympathy and understanding.

However, Fu Yansheng was not moved by her tears. His eyes were still as cold as ice, staring at her, his voice as cold as iron: "Those thieves, you found them, didn't you?"

This question had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and now he finally blurted it out.

Although the government had already interrogated the gang of thieves, the mastermind behind the scenes was cunning and covered his face when they met. He was only judged by his voice to be a young woman.

Therefore, the real culprit has not been identified in the case so far.

However, the information confessed by the thief was enough for Fu Yansheng to believe in his guess - it was impossible for Ling Mo to go through so much trouble to harm herself, the only possibility was Zhang Xiyue.

Faced with Fu Yansheng's questioning, Zhang Xiyue's face suddenly changed, she looked panicked, and her hands hidden in her sleeves trembled slightly.

"Cousin, what are you talking about? Why doesn't Xiyue understand?"

Her eyes wandered, trying to use doubt to cover up her inner panic.

Fu Yansheng's eyes shone, as if he saw through her disguise: "It's not you? Then how did you find Ling Mohui?"

At this moment, all the lies will have nowhere to hide, and the truth may be revealed in the next moment...

"I...I just happened to meet you, so..." Zhang Xiyue's voice trembled in the air.

Fu Yansheng stood tall and straight, and the cloud of doubt between his brows was like a dark cloud pressing down heavily on Zhang Xiyue's heart.

He pursed his lips tightly and asked word by word, "Then why did the large amount of money suddenly disappear from your room? Where did it go?"

Zhang Xiyue was horrified and eagerly explained, "No, I used the fifty taels... I used the fifty taels to buy clothes."

Fu Yansheng raised his lips in a sarcastic arc, and his tone was icy and piercing: "Really? What a coincidence? The thief said that the person who bribed him also gave fifty taels."

His words were like a cold wind passing through, instantly freezing Zhang Xiyue's last bit of hope.

Her face turned pale and her pupils shrank slightly, and she realized the problem.

She originally thought that the secret of the fifty taels of silver could be kept secret, but now it was exposed by Fu Yansheng's words. Her heart felt like it had fallen into the abyss, cold and desperate.

"No, no, cousin... I..." Zhang Xiyue put on a weak attitude again, and her pitiful appearance seemed to be telling of endless grievances.

However, at this moment, Fu Yansheng was no longer moved by her. There was only disappointment and indifference in his deep eyes. "You disappoint me so much."

Fu Yansheng stood up resolutely and decisively, without any hesitation.

Zhang Xiyue rushed forward in a panic, slammed the door shut, stood in front of Fu Yansheng, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't leave!"

Her eyes were filled with pleading and despair, and her hands were tightly grasping the door frame, as if it was her last straw.

Fu Yansheng narrowed his eyes slightly, cold and ruthless: "Zhang Xiyue, this incident is my final warning to you. If you insist on not changing your ways, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed Zhang Xiyue away mercilessly. The force was so great that Zhang Xiyue staggered back and finally fell to the ground helplessly.

She was so angry that her whole body was shaking, her fingers dug into her flesh so tightly that her nails almost embedded in her skin, leaving deep marks.

She stared at Fu Yansheng's departing back, her eyes burning with rage, and growled through gnashing teeth: "Ling Mohui! It's all your fault, bitch! I will make you pay the price!"