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

"I know your good intentions, but you don't have to worry about Mo Hui. She is not Yue Ying. You should focus more on your own affairs when you have time."

Fu Yansheng spoke crisply and without any hesitation. He turned around and strode away, leaving Zhang Xiyue with a resolute back.

Zhang Xiyue held the embroidered handkerchief tightly in her hand. The two words "Yueying" pierced her heart like needles, reminding her of an unreachable figure.

……

As the days passed, Ling Mo originally thought that Fu Yansheng would pursue her relentlessly and demand a clear answer, but the facts were beyond her expectations. After that conversation, Fu Yansheng seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and completely faded out from her life.

Life seems to have returned to its former tranquility, but there is always an indescribable change in the air, like an undercurrent beneath the lake, which is invisible but real.

For Ling Mohui, Fu Yansheng's disappearance made her world feel lighter, and a long-lost sense of freedom made her feel good.

One day, Yuan Fangfang joyfully broke into her tranquility, with an expression full of uncontrollable excitement.

"Mohui, how about accompanying me to a super awesome place?" she almost said it in a jump.

Ling Mohui pretended to be angry and snorted: "No, last time I went with you to escape the summer heat, you mysteriously disappeared for two days. I won't fall for your trick this time."

Yuan Fangfang immediately came over, holding Ling Mohui's arm affectionately, and said coquettishly: "Mohui, the auction house has a new batch of treasures today. I promise not to let you down again. I also plan to buy you one as compensation, okay?"

When Ling Mohui heard this, a cunning light flashed in her eyes.

She would never refuse something as small as a bargain.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of the auction house, and Ling Mohui was almost pushed up to the second floor.

There was noise all around, and everyone's face was filled with anticipation and excitement.

She couldn't help but ask Yuan Fangfang curiously: "As an outsider, do you have other purposes for coming to the auction house?"

Yuan Fangfang winked at her and said, "The first item for auction today is a treasure box made by the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion himself. I heard that there are many unknown secrets hidden in it."

Following the announcement from the auctioneer on the stage, Ling Mohui's mind suddenly became clear. It turned out that Yuan Fangfang's purpose was so clear.

She took a sip of tea and said half-jokingly, "I see that you are very concerned about the mysterious Mr. Xu!"

There was a hint of joking in his words.

Yuan Fangfang's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she shyly pushed Ling Mohui away, whispering, "Hey, don't talk nonsense."

"Have you ever seen his true appearance with your own eyes?" Ling Mohui's eyes flashed with curiosity.

Yuan Fangfang's hair swayed gently as she shook her head, a trace of confusion in her eyes, "No, he never revealed that mysterious veil to me."

"Then, do you know the identity and origin behind him?" Ling Mo asked.

Yuan Fangfang shook her head again, this time with a bit of determination in her action.

"I really don't know. To him, I may just be a passerby." Her tone was mixed with helplessness and self-mockery.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui curled up a playful smile at the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows, as if she had expected this answer.

"Well, in that case, I won't ask any more questions!"

In Ling Mohui's heart, no matter who Yuan Fangfang chooses to go with, her ending will not be inferior to those wealthy and powerful families, such as the Zeng family.

This trust comes from recognition of Yuan Fangfang's independent character.

Thinking of this, Ling Mohui's worries and curiosity instantly disappeared.

Yuan Fangfang showed her extraordinary side and proudly announced that she would buy all of Mr. Xu's new products. Her financial resources shocked everyone present.

Ling Mo looked back at her from behind, with a trace of sincere admiration in her eyes, and thought to herself: "Yuan Fangfang's generosity and generosity are truly admirable."

Just at this moment, Ling Mohui had just finished her half-joking words when Yuan Fangfang's brother Yuan Jiacheng came over with a furious look on his face.

"Yuan Fangfang! Do you have so much money that you don't know where to spend it?"

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority, but the looks from all around him forced him to suppress his anger and sit down reluctantly.

Yuan Fangfang smiled sweetly and tried to comfort her brother with words: "Oh, brother, these are all masterpieces carefully designed by Master Xu. Each one is exquisite. I will explain them to you in detail when we get home!"

Just as Ling Mo was concentrating on the new treasure on the auction table.

When she saw a landscape painting that was said to be painted by Master Hongyan himself, Fu Yansheng walked in slowly and sat beside her gracefully.

Ling Mohui pretended not to know, her eyes fixed on the painting, but in her heart she could not ignore the presence of the person next to her.

"This scroll was painted by Master Hongyan at the end of the year. Every stroke contains the charm of mountains and rivers!"

As the auctioneer finished speaking, a desire ignited in Ling Mohui's heart. Her father, Sheng Bowen, was a military general, and in recent years he had gradually developed a unique appreciation for art. If he could hang this masterpiece of a master in his home, he would surely be extremely happy.

So Ling Mohui raised her placard and bid without hesitation: "One thousand taels!"

However, the bidding was fierce, and the price was instantly surpassed by others to two thousand taels, and then three thousand taels. When Ling Mohui was about to let it go due to limited financial resources, Fu Yansheng's voice sounded faintly: "As long as you are willing, I am happy to buy it for you."

Ling Mo refused decisively: "No need."

She knew in her heart that it was wise to keep a distance from Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng was silent for a moment, but ultimately did not insist, and the landscape painting he loved ended up belonging to someone else.

The auction ended, and Ling Mohui was about to leave when a respectful servant approached with a long box in his hand, "My lady, this is what my master asked me to give to you."

Ling Mohui's face was full of surprise, "Your master?"

The servant gently pointed to a private room in the distance. Ling Mo looked in the direction he pointed and found Han Zifeng sitting inside, so calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

"So, he is the behind-the-scenes owner of this auction house?" Ling Mohui was shocked.

After taking the box, the servant left.

Fu Yansheng watched this scene coldly from the side, muttering, "So it's because he bought it for you that you're unwilling to ask me for help."

"Ling Mohui, you are quite charming!"

Ling Mohui was about to explain, but Fu Yansheng had already turned and left, leaving her alone. She sighed softly, holding the long box and walked into the box where Han Zifeng was.

"Master Han!" she called softly, with a complex emotion on her face.

"Miss Ling Er, we meet again!" Han Zifeng's voice was filled with a hint of surprise, and his sharp eyes caught the exquisite wooden box tightly held in her hand, "Why, are the items inside not to your liking?"