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

Fu Yansheng's tone was still calm, but it made Ling Mohui's heart churn: "Of course, if you don't agree to divorce, just accept all the above conditions."

Ling Mohui widened her eyes and screamed in her heart.

Fu Yansheng, you are really going too far!

"Absolutely not..." Ling Mohui's voice was firm and undignified, but before she could finish her words, her wrists were gently pressed down by a pair of warm and powerful hands.

Then another hand covered it, which was the action of Ding and Ling Chuyun.

As she stared in astonishment, a clear handprint was quietly imprinted on the contract paper that determined her fate.

This series of actions happened so quickly that Ling Mohui didn't even have time to react. Fu Yansheng had already gathered up the thin paper at an almost invisible speed and carefully hid it in his sleeve.

She vaguely realized that she had been easily "traded" to someone else by her closest brother and sister-in-law with a contract.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, let's go first!"

Ling Chuyun had a faint smile on his face and patted Ling Mohui's shoulder seemingly easily, but behind that smile there was a subtle complex emotion.

"You, little girl, always make big brother worry!"

After saying that, the Ling family turned around and left, leaving behind only a string of laughter that gradually faded away.

Seeing this, Zhang tactfully and quietly withdrew from this silent drama.

Ling Mo waited until all the people around her had dispersed, and then looked around the empty space. Her eyes finally locked onto Fu Yansheng, her eyes widening with anger: "That handprint doesn't count. I was forced into it."

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the unwillingness and stubbornness in her heart.

Fu Yansheng did not give in to her protest, but pressed on step by step, cold and sharp: "Even if there is no handprint, do you think you can escape from me?"

There was a flash of surprise in Ling Mohui's eyes, and then she understood something, and a surge of anger at being tricked surged in her heart.

This guy was actually teasing her on purpose, enjoying her despair and helplessness!

Driven by anger, Ling Mohui pushed Fu Yansheng away fiercely, her words full of determination: "Fu Yansheng, one day, you will regret your actions today!"

Her heart was full of questions. The gentle look in Fu Yansheng's eyes when facing Ling Zhiyun clearly revealed different emotions. Why did he insist on pestering her at this moment? Was he trying to completely crush the last bit of her dignity?

After returning to Bailingxuan, Ling Mohui tore up the contract in anger. The pieces of paper flew everywhere, just like her broken heart, which was difficult to calm down.

"Miss, did the uncle bully you?" The maid Moqi hurried forward, her eyes full of worry and self-blame, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, "It's my fault. I have dragged you down."

Ling Mohui sighed softly, and said with a gentle look: "Silly girl, this has nothing to do with you. My engagement with Fu Yansheng was in name only, and separation is only a matter of time."

Her tone revealed a maturity and indifference beyond her age, and she already had new plans in mind.

She had to promote the relationship between Fu Yansheng and Ling Zhiyun as soon as possible so that she could leave this suffocating scholar's mansion as soon as possible.

The next day, as the sun was about to rise at noon, Ling Mohui decided to leave the house alone to get some fresh air, and happened to meet Fu Yansheng who had returned early.

"Fu Yansheng, why are you coming back so early today?" Ling Mohui's tone unconsciously carried a hint of surprise and alienation, and she had no intention of going with him.

"Wait a moment!" Fu Yansheng answered briefly, then hurried into the mansion.

Soon, he changed out of his formal official uniform and appeared in front of her in casual clothes, looking relaxed, completely different from before.

"How did you know I would come back today?" Ling Mohui asked puzzledly, but she had a vague ominous premonition in her heart.

Fu Yansheng gently held her hand: "Your brother told me this morning in the court."

The pair of tightly clenched hands conveyed strength, instantly dispelling Ling Mohui's thoughts of trying to break free, and she felt mixed emotions in her heart.

Forget it, let him do as he pleases. Perhaps this is the subtle push that gave rise to the fate between him and Ling Zhiyun.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the magnificent general's mansion.

Soon afterwards, another beautifully decorated carriage slowly arrived. With the sound of slight wheels, Ling Zhiyun, dressed in a dress as white as fresh snow, stepped out as lightly as a fairy in a painting.

However, unexpectedly, the horse was suddenly frightened and raised its front hooves, causing Ling Zhiyun's body to sway and she almost fell to the ground. This scene instantly gripped the hearts of those around her.

At the critical moment, Fu Yansheng was quick-witted and appeared beside Ling Zhiyun in a flash. His slender hands firmly supported her soft waist. No matter when and where, as long as Ling Zhiyun was in danger, Fu Yansheng would always appear in time.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui hurried forward, her eyes full of concern: "Third sister, are you okay?"

Ling Zhiyun seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly realized that she was nestled in Fu Yansheng's arms. A barely noticeable blush appeared on her face. She quickly distanced herself from him and whispered, "I'm fine!"

As night fell, the three of them walked side by side into the brightly lit mansion, and the house was filled with a warm atmosphere.

Fu Yansheng leaned close to Ling Mohui's ear and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "When you face your family later, try to be gentle and don't let your parents worry."

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui raised her eyes slightly and met Fu Yansheng's cunning gaze. She knew very well the subtle and tense relationship between the two of them, and couldn't help but wonder, what tricks was he playing again?

However, Ling Mohui only raised a bright smile, gently wrapped her arms around Fu Yansheng's arms, and said in a tender voice: "Okay, I will obey my husband's words."

A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Yansheng's eyes, but was immediately covered up by his indifferent expression.

Everyone gathered around the dining table and the atmosphere was lively.

Ling Mohui picked up a piece of braised pork and put it to Fu Yansheng's lips with a smile, muttering to herself: Why are you looking at me like this? Didn't you ask me to act this out?

Seeing that Fu Yansheng didn't move his chopsticks, Ling Mohui put down the meat and picked up a piece of vegetables with chopsticks and handed it over.

Fu Yansheng hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his lips slightly to accept the care from his wife.

"Thank you, ma'am." He smiled faintly, his voice as gentle as jade.

This heartwarming scene made the parents beside them laugh so hard that they couldn't stop. Sheng Bowen said with emotion: "Yan Sheng, although Mo Hui is sometimes willful, she has a kind heart. If she does anything inappropriate, please forgive her."

The two elders of the Ling family were not completely unaware of the rumors about Ling Mo's past, but out of love for their youngest daughter, they always chose to forgive her easily.

Ling Mohui was able to grow up in such an environment of doting. If the original owner had not acted too excessively, she would not have reached that point.

Hearing this, Fu Yansheng's eyes were firm: "Dad, please rest assured. I am here to make sure that Madam is well."

After saying that, he considerately picked up a piece of meat for Ling Mo.

In the eyes of outsiders, this couple is very loving and affectionate.