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

Yuan Fangfang seemed much more relaxed, holding her chin with both hands, and comforted her: "Maybe they just mean well, Mo Hui, are you too nervous?"

Ling Mohui sighed softly, hoping that everything would be as simple as Yuan Fangfang said.

"hope so."

As the boat slowly approached the shore, Yuan Fangfang saw Master Xu leave the boat first, and hurriedly said to Ling Mohui: "Mohui, didn't you say you had something urgent? Go and do your thing first, I'll come to you later!" Before Ling Mohui could react, she had followed Master Xu and disappeared into the crowd.

Just as Ling Mohui was walking down the side of the ship alone, Han Zifeng's voice came from behind her, with a hint of teasing: "Miss Ling, it seems that you have been temporarily abandoned by your friends?"

Ling Mohui frowned slightly, feeling quite dissatisfied with the owner Han who loved to tease people when they first met. "Han, the joke seems to be a bit too much."

"Ms. Ling, the night is getting darker. It is indeed unsafe for you to walk alone. How about letting me act as your escort and ensure that you return to your residence safely?"

There was some sincerity in Han Zifeng's words, but Ling Mohui felt that the real danger might come from the seemingly elegant owner of Han Manor in front of her.

"No need, thank you for your kindness and care, Master!"

Ling Mo replied in a gentle but firm tone. After she finished speaking, she gently lifted her skirt and turned to leave.

Han Zifeng looked at the resolute figure with a hint of unyielding in his eyes. Then he quickened his pace and continued to follow closely behind.

Ling Mohui sensed the persistence behind her, and could not help but stop and slowly turn around, looking at Han Zifeng calmly and inquiringly: "What is the purpose of the owner's insistence?"

Han Zifeng saw that she finally stopped, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "Has Miss Ling Er really forgotten me?"

Facing his question, Ling Mohui's face was full of confusion and bewilderment. There was no trace of him in her clear eyes, as if the relationship between the two of them really only existed in his unilateral memory.

"It doesn't matter. Even if the Second Miss has forgotten our past, as long as I still have that memory in my heart, it will be enough."

There was a hint of sadness in Han Zifeng's words.

Ling Mohui tried hard to search in her mind, but unfortunately, apart from the unforgettable impression of Fu Yansheng, the faces of other men were blurry.

In this strange yet familiar world, she really couldn't remember when and where she had met Han Zifeng.

"I'm sorry, Master Han, I really have no impression of it." Her apology was sincere and polite.

Han Zifeng crossed his arms over his chest, leaning leisurely against a carved pillar beside him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "No need to apologize, I just hope that the second young lady will not be on guard against me as if I were a thief. The relationship between us should not be so distant."

Ling Mohui's cheeks felt slightly hot as her thoughts were revealed by his words. She coughed softly, trying to hide the embarrassment.

"My residence is not far ahead. Thank you for your company, Master Han. We will say goodbye now!"

She pointed to the elegant little building not far away and said goodbye politely.

At this time, the morning breeze blew over the top of the mountain, and the branches of the cherry trees were full of crystal clear fruits, shining with an attractive luster in the sun.

Han Zifeng's voice sounded again, with a casual and intimate tone: "The cherries on the mountain top are ripe. The weather will be fine tomorrow. Are you interested in going to pick them together, Miss?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui paused and the corners of her mouth rose inadvertently. She was secretly surprised, why did he know about her love for cherries?

"We can discuss this matter tomorrow." She smiled gently, then turned and walked into her residence.

In the room, she poured herself a cup of tea with a light fragrance and casually flipped through two books on the desk, but she was gradually replaced by sleepiness.

Finally, she leaned against the bed and fell into a deep dream.

The next day, when the first ray of morning light penetrated the window, Yuan Fangfang's actions awakened Ling Mohui from her dream.

She opened her hazy eyes and asked in confusion, "Fangfang, when did you come in? How come I didn't know anything about it?"

Yuan Fangfang put on an innocent expression: "You, you have been chatting happily with Zhou Gong for a long time, I don't have the heart to disturb your sweet dream. I pestered Master Xu for a long time last night, but he was determined not to accept me as his apprentice. I still have to work hard today, so don't wait for me for lunch."

Ling Mohui heard this, feeling helpless and a little distressed for her friend: "Is that so? Are you really determined to try again?"

Yuan Fangfang smiled slyly: "Hehe, I'm sorry, Mohui. When I have learned enough, I will make a big kite for you by hand, just as compensation!"

While the two were talking, a quick and slightly angry shout came from outside the door: "Yuan Fangfang, come out!"

The voice belonged to Yuan Fangfang's brother, Yuan Jiacheng.

Yuan Fangfang's face changed: "Oh no, my brother is here! Mo Hui, if my brother finds you, don't tell him I'm here, otherwise my plan to become his disciple will be ruined again!"

As soon as she finished her words, she jumped out of the window like a nimble swallow and disappeared into the morning light.

Ling Mohui sighed softly and walked out of the room slowly, but happened to run into Yuan Jiacheng and Fu Yansheng who were walking side by side, both of them had unusually serious expressions on their faces.

She quickly retreated behind the door, muttering to herself, what I fear is bound to happen, why is Fu Yansheng here?

"Cousin!" Zhang Xiyue stepped forward immediately when she saw Fu Yansheng, her face full of anxiety: "My sister-in-law has been dating other men frequently these past two days, and she won't listen to my advice. I can only ask you to come out and have a good talk with her."

Zhang Xiyue's tone revealed a lot of worry, and she was obviously very distressed about this situation.

"Where is she?" Fu Yansheng clenched his hands into fists unconsciously, and the heaviness in his tone seemed to be able to crush the air around him.

Zhang Xiyue raised her hand gently, her fingertips trembling slightly, pointing in the direction of Ling Mo returning to the room.

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Yansheng flashed and ran towards that place with big strides. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet courtyard, revealing his urgency.

He slowly pushed the door open, only to find the room empty and so quiet that only the echo of his breathing could be heard.

An antique table stood alone in the room, with an exquisite silk handkerchief placed on it.

Fu Yansheng walked forward slowly and picked up the handkerchief with his fingers. It was of fine texture and exquisite embroidery. He could tell at a glance that it was the handkerchief that Ling Mohui used on a daily basis.

He murmured to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "It is indeed the work of Ling Mohui. This girl always makes people worry."

On the side, Yuan Jiacheng picked up a cup of tea that was still steaming, touched the warmth with his fingertips, and frowned slightly: "The tea is still hot, the person should not have gone far. Alas, when can I have some peace of mind."