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

Plum blossom soup is made when wintersweets are in full bloom in the severe winter. People look for the plum blossoms that stand proudly against the frost among all the withered flowers, carefully select the fullest flowers, and pick them with a unique method.

They are carefully pickled and sealed in the tranquility of time, and are only gently opened in midsummer when the cicadas are chirping and the grass and trees are lush.

At this moment, the wintersweets in the plum blossom soup have long lost their fresh color, but have left behind a more mellow aroma.

Just put a few petals into a warm teacup, then slowly pour in clear mountain spring water, add a spoonful of crystal clear honey, and stir gently. In an instant, the tea soup is endowed with the memory of winter and the sweetness of summer, becoming a unique drink that transcends seasons and blends cold and warmth.

Mo Hua only caught the three words "plum blossom soup" from her master's mouth, and mistakenly thought that was the delicious drink she was thinking about at the moment.

There was a moment of silence in the car, with only the steady echo of the wheels rolling over the bluestone road.

After a moment, Ling Mohui's voice sounded leisurely, as if with a hint of helpless compromise: "Okay, since the adults have spoken, I will do my best to satisfy you."

As night fell, the lights in Bailingxuan dimmed, and the plum blossom soup that Ling Mohui had personally prepared was ready.

She walked lightly, holding the cup of amber-glowing tea, toward the stone table where Fu Yansheng was sitting quietly in the courtyard.

She stared at Fu Yansheng, her eyes flashing with complex emotions, and her words were full of questions: "Fu Yansheng, you ignored all the things I carefully prepared for you in the past. Why did you suddenly change your mind now? What's the reason?"

Her voice echoed in the moonlight, as if asking, and as if expecting an answer.

Fu Yansheng glanced at her, his tone gentle but firm: "The past is the past. If you wish, from now on, you and I can be an ordinary couple living a simple life."

His voice was like the honey in plum blossom soup, with a hint of sweetness, trying to soothe Ling Mohui's inner trauma.

However, the strange expression on Ling Mohui's face did not escape Fu Yansheng's sharp eyes. He asked: "Don't you hope for this?"

Ling Mo's answer was brief and powerful, without any hesitation: "I don't hope so."

What she longs for is freedom and independence, rather than being trapped in the constraints of marriage.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng frowned slightly, obviously surprised by Ling Mohui's answer: "Ling Mohui, what's the difference between relying on others and relying on me? Do you really think that if you leave me, your life will be better than it is now?"

Ling Mohui lowered her eyes and smiled faintly: "To depend on others is nothing more than to act according to their mood. In comparison, I would rather depend on myself."

Her voice was calm and firm, as if speaking of her determination.

In her heart, after successfully divorcing, she will travel around the mountains and rivers, be with the world, enjoy the free and easy life, and never want to step into the cage of marriage again.

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng raised his chin with a scornful smile, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Whatever you want!"

These two words severed the last bond between the two.

He stared into Ling Mo's eyes, feeling a complicated emotion in his heart.

Her eyes were full of longing and expectation for the future, as if all the good things in the world were within reach.

However, in his opinion, the world is cruel and ruthless to women, especially those who have not experienced the world.

He knew very well that only when Ling Mohui personally walked through the thorny road and tasted the bitterness of life, she would truly understand how indispensable his silent protection and the shelter that protected her from wind and rain were.

Fu Yansheng stood quietly beside the table. The bowl of plum blossom soup in front of him was steaming and fragrant, but he had no appetite.

He just looked at Ling Mo deeply, then turned around and left, leaving behind a lonely back.

Ling Mohui sat alone under the moon. The bowl of soup was like a mirror, reflecting her slightly stubborn profile.

She opened her red lips slightly and drank sip by sip, cursing softly. Although her voice was soft, every word pierced her heart.

Mo Hua stood aside, looking at Ling Mohui's appearance, feeling full of guilt.

She secretly blamed herself, thinking that if she had known the situation would become like this, she should not have said too much and should not have touched that sensitive nerve.

Ling Mohui noticed Mo Hua's uneasiness, and she turned her angry eyes to Mo Hua: "It's all your fault! If you hadn't mentioned it, how would he have known?"

Mo Hua quickly lowered his head and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, girl, it's all my fault, I shouldn't..."

Ling Mohui was suddenly stunned. She realized that she was taking her anger out on the innocent Mo Hua.

Ling Mohui took a deep breath, tried to suppress the waves in her heart, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with you, I was just too angry just now."

Mo Hua raised his head and saw the apology in Ling Mohui's eyes, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

She comforted him, "Young lady, drink a few more sips of plum blossom soup. It will be a loss for the son-in-law if he doesn't eat it."

After listening to Ling Mo, she drank a few more sips of soup. The warmth slid down her throat, seeming to take away some of her inner anxiety, and her mood gradually calmed down.

"What Fu Yansheng said just now reminded me that even if I leave him in the future, I can't rely entirely on the General's Mansion." Ling Mohui said softly, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

Her eyes became deep, as if she was lost in deep thought.

She turned to look at Mo Hua and said, "Mo Hua, go get the account book of the shop under my name."

The original owner was confused by nature and knew nothing about tedious matters such as account books, let alone how to properly run a store.

Therefore, those shops that were once doing prosperous business are now withering like fallen leaves and are on the verge of bankruptcy.

Ling Mo looked back at the messy accounts in front of her and felt a splitting headache.

Fortunately, the Fu family is not a greedy family, otherwise these properties would have been swallowed up by them long ago.

She gritted her teeth, determined to sort out this mess herself.

Ling Mohui worked late into the night, flipping through the account books page by page, checking the numbers one by one.

Her eyes were focused and determined, as if all the fatigue was dispelled by this persistence.

Mo Hua stood by, and even though he was extremely sleepy, he still forced himself to stay awake and accompany Ling Mo back.

She looked at Ling Mohui's busy figure, her heart full of admiration and heartache.

"Girl, it's late, go and have some rest. There's no rush to deal with the account book." Mo Hua yawned, her eyelids drooping, her voice filled with deep fatigue.

Ling Mohui put down the pen in her hand, raised her head, looked at Mo Hua's tired face, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She nodded and said softly, "I have to inspect the shops tomorrow. You've been tired all night, so let Moqi accompany me."

Mo Hua was suddenly perked up when she heard this. She retorted, "Mo Qi is still young. How can he understand the situation of each shop as thoroughly as I do? It would be more appropriate for me to go."

Mo Qi entered the mansion at the age of ten and has been taken care of by Mo Hua ever since. The two are as close as real sisters.