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

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jiacheng helplessly curled up a bitter smile. Knowing how obsessed Zou Boyuan was with Miss Manyun, he acquiesced to the proposal and walked side by side with him into an elegant box in Ziyan Building.

Inside the box, Zou Boyuan turned to Fu Yansheng with a serious expression: "Brother Fu, what do you think of this arrangement?"

Fu Yansheng did not rush to respond, but just glanced at Ling Mohui who was sitting next to him, as if asking for her opinion.

Zou Boyuan noticed this subtle interaction and immediately turned his gaze to Ling Mohui, with a look of surprise on his face: "Oh, your... your wife is here too?"

When Ling Mohui heard this, she raised her eyebrows slightly, curled her lips, and said sarcastically: "Why? You self-proclaimed elegant people are doing those shameful things in private, and now you are afraid that a woman like me will hear it?"

Zou Boyuan has always been thin-skinned. After being squeezed by Ling Mohui's sharp words, his face instantly turned red like a ripe tomato. He hurriedly stammered in defense: "Don't talk nonsense, we are purely going to appreciate Miss Manyun's talent, it's not as mean and vulgar as you think!"

However, Ling Mohui did not intend to let him go easily. She suddenly took a step closer. Her sharp eyes and aggressive momentum made Zou Boyuan lose control for a moment. He sat down on the stool with a plop.

However, the legs of the stool had been in disrepair for many years and could not bear the weight. Zou Boyuan fell down with the stool.

Yuan Jiacheng tried hard to hold back his laughter and hurried forward to help him up.

Zou Boyuan covered his sore buttocks. Although he was angry, he was afraid of Ling Mohui's majesty, so he could only say angrily: "Where else can we go? Miss Manyun is going to be redeemed and married into a wealthy family as a concubine."

"Who is so ignorant as to dare to attack Miss Yun?" Ling Mo kept asking.

"Except..." Zou Boyuan said halfway, as if he suddenly remembered something, and a hint of meaningful sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I wonder why you care so much about this matter. Could it be that you already knew that your brother wanted to take her as a concubine?"

When Ling Mohui heard this, she was so furious that she slammed the table hard, shaking the cups and glasses around her. Everyone looked at her sideways.

She said angrily: "My eldest brother has simply lost his mind!"

Before she finished her words, Ling Mohui pushed away Zou Boyuan who was blocking her way, and walked out with firm and fast steps.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng's eyes flashed with worry. After a slight hesitation, he followed him out, leaving everyone in the room stunned and Zou Boyuan extremely embarrassed.

"Ling Mo, come back!" A low and urgent call sounded outside Yuexuan Tower.

Fu Yansheng seemed a little anxious at this moment, with worry and tension between his brows.

He quickly stepped out of the building, his eyes locked on Ling Mohui who was about to leave.

Ling Mohui frowned when she heard the voice, turned around, and there was a hint of barely perceptible annoyance in her bright eyes.

She said in a cold tone: "If you have something to say, please say it quickly. I have something important to do."

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng's expression became more serious.

He stared at Ling Mohui and asked in a deep voice, "Are you planning to go and ask your eldest brother for justice?"

Ling Mohui's face darkened when she heard this, and she responded coldly: "This is our own business, it has nothing to do with you!"

After saying that, she didn't give Fu Yansheng any chance to explain and walked straight towards the carriage parked nearby.

Fu Yansheng did not back down. He followed closely and got on the carriage. His resolute back seemed to announce to Ling Mo that whether she was willing or not, he would accompany her to face this family dispute.

Ling Mo looked back at him, wondering why Fu Yansheng, who usually seldom cared about family affairs, was so concerned about his family's affairs today.

However, now is not the time to ponder this issue. She must find her eldest brother Ling Chuyun as soon as possible and ask him what kind of magic potion the mysterious woman Manyun had given him that made him so cold and indifferent to his eldest sister-in-law Ding.

"Coachman, hurry up!" Ling Mohui urged.

She hated herself for being busy with external affairs during this period and neglecting to pay attention to matters at home, which gave Manyun the opportunity to take advantage of her and caused things to develop to such an unmanageable point.

In the car, Fu Yansheng did not retreat because of Ling Mohui's coldness. He took a deep breath and decided to uncover a secret that she might never know.

"Do you know why your elder brother has a special liking for Manyun?" There was a hint of inquiry and some suggestion in his words.

After hearing this, Ling Mo rolled her eyes and replied nonchalantly, "Why else? It's just the crap of love between a man and a woman."

Fu Yansheng shook his head slightly, his eyes sharp as a torch, and said leisurely: "It seems that you don't know much about your eldest brother."

Although his voice was soft, every word was like a hammer, striking Ling Mohui's heart. She couldn't help but look at him, waiting for his next words.

"Man Yun is the sister of your eldest brother's comrade-in-arms." Although Fu Yansheng's voice was calm, it was like a bolt from the blue, causing Ling Mohui's heart to tremble.

She instantly understood why her elder brother treated Manyun so specially. That feeling that went beyond the ordinary love between men and women came from the life and death test they had experienced together and their adherence to the promise made to their comrades.

Ling Mohui frowned, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

She thought of the relationship between Manyun and Deng Guiping. It was obvious that the insidious and cunning political enemy's closeness to Manyun was no accident.

"But this Manyun is obviously not simple. She is also related to Deng Guiping." Her words were full of doubts and vigilance about Manyun's true identity.

Fu Yansheng continued, "You mean, Manyun is a pawn planted by someone else next to your eldest brother, deliberately getting close to him?"

There was no blame in his words, but more of a confirmation and discussion of this possibility.

Ling Mohui nodded slightly, with a sharp light flashing in her eyes: "Finally you have some brains."

At this moment, Ling Mohui knew clearly in her heart that if she rushed over to question her brother, with Ling Chuyun's stubborn character, he would probably only think that she had teamed up with the Ding family to frame Manyun, and even feel sympathy for Manyun's experience.

Even if she told her eldest brother about the secret meeting between Manyun and Deng Guiping, he would probably think that she was trying to sow discord and deepen the rift between the brothers.

Therefore, she must act cautiously, find conclusive evidence, reveal Manyun's true face, and protect the family from Deng Guiping.

All of this requires time, wisdom, and more importantly, the support and assistance of Fu Yansheng.

"Then what do you say we should do?" Ling Mohui's eyes flashed with urgency. She grabbed Fu Yansheng's hanging arm tightly, and her fingers tightened subconsciously.

Fu Yansheng felt the warmth and strength of the hand, and lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the arm that was held.

He opened his lips slightly, his voice low and firm: "Some things, seeing with your own eyes is better than a thousand words."

When Ling Mo heard this, it was as if a flash of inspiration appeared in the chaos. Her originally furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and a light of sudden enlightenment flashed in her eyes.