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

After Ling Mohui taught Zhang Xiyue a lesson, the long-suppressed resentment in her heart was finally released, just like the dark clouds dispersing and the sunshine filling her heart.

At night, she lay on the bed, the moonlight shining through the window onto her body, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.

Her breathing was steady, her sleep was particularly peaceful, and even in her dreams she seemed to have a faint smile on her face.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

The next morning, before the sun fully illuminated the room, Mo Qi rushed in and reported nervously, "Miss, Guo has gone to the Madam to complain about you. Please go over and take a look."

Although her words were hurried, her tone revealed her deep concern for Ling Mohui.

Ling Mohui leaned lazily against the head of the bed, her eyebrows slightly raised, looking relaxed and contented.

As she slowly put on her gold hairpin, she said nonchalantly, "My mother-in-law didn't call me, so why should I join in the fun?"

Her words seemed indifferent, but in fact they implied her disdain for Guo's gossiping.

Mo Qi saw this and couldn't help but remind her, "It was Madam Liu who passed on the message. I guess it's not a simple matter."

As the lady's close confidant, Aunt Liu came personally to deliver the message, which undoubtedly represented the attitude of the mother-in-law.

Mo Qi was well aware of the delicate relationship between Ling Mohui and her mother-in-law, and knew that this matter was of great importance.

After listening to Ling Mo, although she still had some resistance in her heart, she also understood that Zhang Xiyue had been taught a lesson so badly by her, and Guo, as her biological mother, would never let it go easily.

She sighed softly, tidied her appearance, and walked calmly towards Taoyiyuan.

Before Ling Mohui stepped into the door, she had already clearly caught the sharp voice, like an arrow breaking through the air and piercing her eardrums. The source was Guo who was in the house.

She frowned slightly, but did not stop and walked straight in.

When Guo saw Ling Mo turning around, she felt as if she saw an enemy, and anger instantly burned in her eyes.

She pointed at Ling Mohui and shouted angrily: "Sister, it's all her fault! She even injured our Xiyue's face. Tell me, if she is left with scars, how will she get married in the future?!"

Ling Mohui seemed quite impatient with this. She lightly picked her ears, as if she wanted to sweep away the noisy sound.

Afterwards, she randomly selected a chair and sat down gracefully, with a hint of indifference and alienation in her eyes.

Zhang knew very well that Ling Mohui was not an easily angered person, and would not be cruel to others over trivial matters. There must be some unknown reason behind this.

So, she asked with concern and dignity: "Mohui, what happened? Why did you hurt Xiyue?"

Ling Mohui did not answer immediately, but turned her gaze to Zhang Xiyue, who was hiding behind Guo and trembling.

Guo also noticed the subtle change in atmosphere and seemed to realize that it was not wise to ask about the whole story, so he quickly adjusted his strategy, put on a magnanimous attitude, and tried to change the subject.

"Sister, no matter what happened before, just let it go." Mrs. Guo waved her hands, pretending to be magnanimous. "The key is to see what happens in the future. Look at our Xiyue's face. How can she find a good husband in the future after being beaten like this?"

Ling Mohui was not angry about this. Instead, she leisurely picked up the teacup, took a sip, and raised a faint smile at the corner of her lips. She responded calmly: "Then what are you going to do, aunt?"

Seeing this, Guo thought she had an opportunity and immediately responded, "Since this happened in the Grand Secretary's residence, of course your Fu family must bear the responsibility. In my opinion, it would be better to let Yan Sheng take Xiyue as a concubine. This way, not only will Xiyue's marriage problem be solved, but it will also show the magnanimity of your Fu family."

After hearing this, Zhang's expression changed slightly and she was in a dilemma.

On one side is the gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law, and on the other side is the delicate and helpless niece. She finds it difficult to make a decision for a moment.

Just as Zhang was struggling internally, thinking about how to properly handle the matter, Ling Mohui took the initiative to speak and broke the silence.

"Mom, you don't have to worry too much about this matter. I don't object to Fu Yansheng taking a concubine." Ling Mohui's words were calm and firm. Her magnanimity was beyond everyone's expectations.

However, Zhang knew in her heart that as the legitimate wife, it was unusual for a woman to take the initiative to ask her husband to take a concubine before giving birth to a child. This move was likely to cause a stir in the backyard.

Moreover, in her heart, her son Fu Yansheng should be a unique man, and being a couple for life is the ideal life state.

Faced with the current situation, Zhang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Go, call Yan Sheng." Although Zhang's words were short, they carried unquestionable majesty and echoed in the quiet hall.

There was no emotion in her voice, but the cold aura made everyone present feel nervous.

Soon, the servant sent by Zhang herself came hurriedly with Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng stood tall and straight, walked steadily, and his eyes and eyebrows revealed calmness and composure, as if nothing could easily shake his heart.

He bowed respectfully to Zhang and waited for her instructions.

Zhang's eyes were deep as she explained the current situation to Fu Yansheng in detail, with clear and logical sentences.

After finishing her story, Zhang looked directly at Fu Yansheng: "Yansheng, what do you think?"

At this moment, Zhang had already understood in her heart that her son had not done anything inappropriate towards Zhang Xiyue.

What she expected was just that Fu Yansheng could face it calmly and make a decision.

Fu Yansheng did not hesitate at all, and his answer hit the nail on the head: "I don't agree to take a concubine."

The words were firm and left no room for maneuver.

Zhang Xiyue stood aside, eyes full of sorrow. She stared at Fu Yansheng: "Cousin, you..."

Before he could finish his words, they were drowned by tears and turned into an inaudible sigh.

Seeing this, Guo was so angry that her face turned red: "Nephew, Xiyue and you grew up together and are as close as brothers. Do you really have the heart to ignore her and leave her alone in this world?"

Fu Yansheng's face was solemn, and his voice was deep and powerful. He replied: "I will ask the most famous professional doctor in Beijing to treat the wound on Xiyue's face. I will make sure her delicate face is restored to its original state. Aunt, please rest assured that this matter will not affect her finding a good husband and getting married in the future."

However, Guo's anger did not subside. Instead, she became furious and her tone became more and more excited: "You are just protecting your wife like this, and you are indifferent and alienated to our family! Look at how she bullied your Xiyue!"

She pointed at the scars on Zhang Xiyue's cheeks, as if those wounds were engraved on her own heart.

Originally, Guo thought that as long as she forced Fu Yansheng to take Zhang Xiyue as his concubine, the relationship between the Fang family and the Fu family would become closer and they could share the benefits.

But now, this wishful thinking has completely failed, how can she not be anxious?

Fu Yansheng's face became increasingly gloomy, and his patience seemed to have run out: "Aunt, why don't you ask what Xiyue did to my wife?"