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

"Hey! Ling Mohui is finally here!"

As soon as Guo heard Ling Mohui's name ringing in her ears, a sly smile instantly appeared on her originally calm face.

Her eyes moved, her gaze fixed on the door.

"Cousin!" Hearing the voice, Zhang Xiyue quickly stood up from her seat and bowed deeply to Ling Mohui who was walking slowly towards her.

This action not only showed her respect for Ling Mohui, but also revealed her subtle wariness and alienation towards the new daughter-in-law.

Ling Mo turned around wearing a simple and elegant dress, walking calmly, neither fast nor slow.

She was not affected by the surrounding atmosphere. She walked straight to the seat next to Zhang and sat down gracefully.

He was so calm and composed, as if he had already seen through the world and was sitting firmly on the fishing platform regardless of the wind and waves.

When Guo saw that her beloved daughter Zhang Xiyue suffered a loss in front of Ling Mohui, she suddenly felt furious, but she couldn't say it out loud, so she could only hide her dissatisfaction in her heart.

She glanced at Ling Mohui with contempt in her eyes: "You are just relying on your mother's family's support. Now that you have married into our Zhang family, why are you still acting like a young lady?"

She pulled the corners of her mouth in a forced smile, her words full of provocation and sarcasm.

Zhang, however, remained as gentle as ever. Facing Guo's sarcasm, she responded calmly: "Mohui, you don't have to stick to the red tape in our family."

As soon as these words were spoken, Guo's intention to nitpick was like hitting a soft wall. She could only laugh awkwardly twice and quickly glanced at Zhang Xiyue.

Zhang Xiyue was very smart and understood her mother's hint immediately.

He immediately stood up, walked towards Zhang, and said softly, "Aunt, let Xiyue serve you dinner."

Although Zhang was grateful for Zhang Xiyue's kindness, she knew that this move was actually a secret competition with Guo, so she smiled and declined: "Xiyue, don't bother so much, go back and sit down, there is no need for the family to be too polite."

At this moment, the dinner table seems calm and peaceful, but in fact, there are undercurrents.

If it were the original owner, he might have already confronted Zhang Xiyue and refused to give in to either side.

However, Ling Mohui seemed unaware of this undercurrent. She picked up the chopsticks leisurely, savoring the food carefully and ignoring the chaos around her.

Seeing this, Mrs. Guo became more and more unhappy, but she couldn't get angry, so she had to pretend to be concerned.

"Le Rong, I'm telling you, the Fu family is not the same as it used to be. Even if you don't care about those old rules, you still have to consider Yan Sheng. This daughter-in-law has only been married for a few days, and she's so lazy. How can she be a good head of the family in the future?"

Ling Mohui was not angry at Guo's accusation. As she spoke, she served Zhang some food.

"Aunt, do you always like to meddle in other people's family affairs?"

When Guo heard this, her expression suddenly changed, "What do you mean by that?"

Ling Mohui's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, her tone calm but revealing a strength that cannot be ignored: "Aunt, please don't misunderstand, I am kindly reminding you that the capital is not as simple as our Huazhi County. There are powerful people everywhere. You'd better restrain your habit of meddling in other people's affairs, so as not to accidentally offend someone and regret it later."

Guo was choked speechless by Ling Mo's reply. Her expression changed instantly, and she couldn't find the right words to refute for a while.

After lunch, Ling Mo returned and left the dining room.

Zhang came in a hurry at this moment, shouting "Mo Hui!"

Ling Mo turned around when she heard the voice and saw Zhang rushing over. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Mother-in-law."

Zhang walked forward quickly with a amiable smile on her face, "Mohui, your aunt is straightforward and has no ill intentions. Don't take what she said at the banquet today to heart."

Although Zhang has a cold personality and is not good at speaking, her heart is as delicate as silk.

She had a clear insight into everything that happened at the banquet and was well aware of Guo's words and actions.

Although she was well aware of the virtues of her mother's family, she knew how to cherish the blood ties that were thicker than water, and did not want her relationship with her brother and sister-in-law to be affected by these trivial matters.

Ling Mohui understood in her heart, but did not point it out. She smiled and responded: "Mother-in-law thinks too much, and my aunt is just concerned about this family. How could I take her words to heart?"

Her answer not only showed her understanding and tolerance of Guo's behavior, but also cleverly avoided direct accusations, thus maintaining Zhang's relationship with her family, and demonstrating her high emotional intelligence and magnanimity.

Zhang usually doesn't like crowds, and keeps himself company with poetry and books when he is alone.

Despite this, she has a deep attachment to her natal family.

During every festival or in her free time, she would always visit her brother and sister-in-law's house with carefully prepared gifts.

A gentle smile appeared on Zhang's face.

"I've wronged you."

Before he finished speaking, the personal maid behind him handed him a purple-blue bottle at the right time.

Before Fu Yansheng entered high school, the Fu family was already a well-known wealthy family with mountains of gold, silver and treasures.

Zhang's way of dealing with people is often simple and direct.

At this moment, she gave her favorite purple-green bottle to Ling Mohui.

Ling Mohui took the bottle and held it carefully in both hands.

She returned to her home happily and placed the bottle on her desk.

As the sun sets, Fu Yansheng ends a busy day and returns home.

Because Guo was treated coldly by Ling Mohui during the day, she wanted to find an opportunity to turn the tables.

She sat opposite Fu Yansheng, and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Yansheng, do you know how hard it was for your mother to support this family business and pay for your education until high school? How can you let Ling Mo give her a cold shoulder now?"

Fu Yansheng was slightly stunned when he heard this. "Ling Mohui has always been very respectful to my mother. Why would my aunt have such a misunderstanding?"

He picked up the teacup, blew away the foam gently, and took a sip. His attitude, which was neither close nor distant, left Guo speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Guo simply threw out her trump card: "Your mother actually tried to please her and even gave her her favorite purple and blue bottle. If you don't believe it, go to her place and you will know for yourself."

Fu Yansheng put down the teacup, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Guo.

He said calmly: "Aunt, thank you for your concern. It's late at night. You should go back to your room and rest early."

Guo felt uneasy when she saw Fu Yansheng's gaze. She was afraid that she might say something wrong and end up making things worse, so she had to leave in disappointment.

Just as Guo's figure disappeared from sight, a black shadow flashed in silently from outside the door.

The visitor was none other than Fu Yansheng's trusted subordinate. "Sir, I have already found out that Madam has not had any contact with any suspicious persons recently."

He paused and continued, "I have never been to a clinic, let alone met someone who is good at acupuncture."

After hearing this, Fu Yansheng tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, as if thinking about something.

Could it be that she had been deliberately hiding her strength in front of him from the beginning to the end, playing the role of a weak and ignorant woman?

As the night deepened, the lights in Bailingxuan were on brightly. Ling Mohui sat alone at the table, her eyes fixed on the purple-blue bottle.