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

At the same time, Ling Mohui took advantage of the cover of night and escaped quietly through the window. She looked back nervously every few steps, feeling uneasy.

At such a tense moment, she was caught off guard and bumped into a solid chest.

Turning around, who else could be in front of me other than the suave Han Zifeng?

He had a smile on his lips and a playful light in his eyes, as if he was quite amused by Ling Mohui's embarrassing situation.

"What's wrong? Is there a wolf chasing you? Why are you in such a hurry?" Han Zifeng asked with a smile, with a hint of teasing and concern in his words.

Deep in Ling Mohui's heart, Fu Yansheng's image seemed more frightening than any beast.

She forced a bitter smile and said, "That's about right!"

Before she could say anything, Han Zifeng took her hand gently and firmly and said, "Come with me. I will take you to a place where you can't even find a shadow."

Ling Mo looked back at his determined eyes, and a sense of trust inexplicably surged in her heart. Without any hesitation, she followed Han Zifeng's figure into the night.

Deep in the mountains, the cherry fields are lush and verdant, with cherries dotted among the green leaves, sparkling in the morning light.

Ling Mohui sat under the shade of an old cherry tree, playing with juicy cherries in her hands. The sour and sweet taste spread in her mouth, making her feel happy.

"It's unbelievable that Manor Master Han actually had the leisure to plant such a magnificent cherry blossom in the back hills."

She sighed, her face full of genuine appreciation.

Han Zifeng held a folding fan in his hand and gently covered the lower half of his face. A gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He leaned against the thick tree trunk and spoke in a gentle but meaningful tone: "If I say that the existence of this Cherry Ling is all for you, will you believe it?"

Ling Mo listened and thought it was just a joke from Han Zifeng. She shook her head slightly with a smile on her face, "Master Han, please don't make fun of me. We have only known each other for half a day. There is no way there are so many stories."

However, Han Zifeng's expression was extremely serious. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, revealing an indescribable sense of loss: "Ling Mohui, have you really completely forgotten me?"

Just as Ling Mohui was about to ask more questions, a cold breath suddenly hit her from behind.

"Ling Mohui!" A dull and majestic voice pierced the air, startling her and making her turn around suddenly.

Fu Yansheng had been standing next to a cherry tree not far away without him noticing, his face gloomy, full of disbelief and anger.

Zhang Xiyue's voice interrupted at the right time, with a bit of false concern: "Cousin, you should communicate with sister-in-law patiently, and don't get angry anymore. If she does something to damage the reputation of the Fu family again, it will be us who will suffer."

Ling Mohui frowned upon hearing this: "Zhang Xiyue, tell me clearly, what have I done to dishonor the Fu family's reputation?"

"Sister-in-law, you boarded that young master's ship last night, and went out with him privately today. Can you still say that you are innocent?"

Zhang Xiyue asked back, deliberately raising her tone a few degrees in an attempt to attract more attention.

Han Zifeng closed the folding fan in his hand, and walked slowly to Ling Mohui's side, with an unhappy tone: "I just invited friends to travel together and enjoy the fun of nature. How come some people say it has become something shameful? I remember very clearly that this lady came with Mr. Zou last night, right? According to your logic, don't you have a long-standing relationship between you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng frowned and turned his sharp eyes to Zhang Xiyue: "What is your relationship with Zou Boyuan?"

Zhang Xiyue hurriedly shook her head, her black hair swaying gently with her movements, her eyes full of innocence and anxiety: "Cousin, it's really not what you think. I just happened to pass by Master Zou on the street. It was definitely not a deliberate encounter as he said."

When Ling Mohui heard this, a layer of frost condensed between her brows, and she was unusually cold: "Zhang Xiyue, you should know that you will reap what you sow, and those who harm others will eventually suffer the consequences!"

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng quickly stepped forward, intending to grab Ling Mohui's arm: "Come back with me, this place is not suitable for you."

Ling Mohui dodged swiftly, her eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and displeasure: "Fu Yansheng, I really don't want to see you at this moment. I went to great lengths to come to this summer resort in order to find a peaceful place, even if it's only for a few days of peace. But you, why can't you let me take a break for a moment?"

Fu Yansheng's eyes flickered with anger: "Ling Mohui, am I too indulgent to you that you dare to do this to me?"

On the side, Han Zifeng chuckled and intervened in a gentle manner. He gently placed his hand on Ling Mo's shoulder and led her away from the tense atmosphere: "Fu Shoufu, since Miss Ling has no intention of meeting right now, why not talk about it at another time?"

Ling Mohui's heart was suddenly shrouded in a layer of gloom. She had a premonition that the leisurely time in this summer resort might be numbered, because Fu Yansheng was a person who would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Are you interested in flying a kite? The wind is just right today, perfect for such an activity."

Suddenly, a light-hearted and cheerful voice broke the silence.

Ling Mohui's steps stopped involuntarily. She caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that not far away, Zhang Xiyue was carefully wiping the sweat from Fu Yansheng's forehead with an embroidered handkerchief. People who didn't know the inside story might mistakenly think that they were a couple with deep feelings for each other.

"Okay, let's go." Ling Mo answered straightforwardly, but she was secretly dissatisfied in her heart. Why could he be so close to other women, while she didn't even have the right to have an ordinary male friend!

When it came time to fly the kite, Han Zifeng showed his talent for entertainment. The kite seemed to come alive in his hands, and soon it was soaring and dancing in the blue sky.

Ling Mohui held the kite string, and the haze in her heart flew higher with the kite and gradually dissipated.

However, as the wind picked up, her control began to fail.

At this time, Han Zifeng calmly took over the kite string, skillfully letting out and reeling it in, and whispered as he did so: "Interpersonal communication is like flying a kite, sometimes loosening it, sometimes tightening it, only with tension and relaxation can it last for a long time. If you just hold on to it tightly, it will only end up breaking the string and ending the relationship."

Although this sentence seems to be talking about the principle of flying a kite, every word and sentence seems to be a metaphor for Fu Yansheng.

Ling Mohui understood everything clearly but pretended to be confused.

Until the last trace of sunset glow disappeared in the sky, Ling Mohui prepared to embark on her journey home.

"Master Han, thanks for your warm hospitality these past two days. I will definitely host a banquet to repay you one day."

The carriage had been waiting at the gate of the villa for a long time. As soon as Ling Mohui stepped into the carriage, she unexpectedly witnessed a small family disturbance.

Yuan Jiacheng was pulling his sister Yuan Fangfang's ears, and the two of them ran out of the door noisily.