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

Ling Mohui sighed softly and placed the box containing the precious scroll on the intricately carved rosewood table beside him.

"No merit, no reward. It is hard for me to accept such a valuable painting. Thank you for your kindness, Master Han. I appreciate it."

Han Zifeng's lips curled up into a smile, holding a folding fan in his hand and gently picking up a corner of the painting box, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Alas, the things I, Song, give away have always been gone but never returned. The Second Miss's refusal really puts me in a dilemma."

Ling Mo pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with determination, and picked up the heavy box again.

"Then please allow me to send silver of equal value to Hanzhuang later to show my respect and gratitude for your generosity."

Han Zifeng seemed to weigh the options for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, I can't persuade you, so I'll do as you say."

Just as Ling Mohui was about to bow and leave, the servant beside her suddenly came close and said, "Master, is your old shoulder injury starting to hurt again? Do you need me to call a doctor for you right away?"

"Why is your shoulder like this?" Ling Mohui couldn't help but ask one more question.

Han Zifeng smiled, but a trace of barely perceptible pain flashed in his eyes: "I accidentally fell off a horse before, and my shoulder was fractured. Since then, I have been left with a hidden danger that is difficult to cure."

Seeing this, Ling Mohui approached without hesitation and gently placed the box in her hand on the table: "I have been learning medicine since I was young. Although I am not proficient in it, I may be able to do my best. Let me take a look."

Han Zifeng did not refuse, but gracefully stretched out his injured arm, looking somewhat curious and expectant.

After a thorough examination, Ling Mohui decisively said, "To ensure the efficacy, you need to take off your shirt. I will give you acupuncture treatment."

Han Zifeng was slightly stunned when he heard this. He obviously did not expect that the dignified lady in front of him would be so straightforward. For a moment he felt a little uneasy and laughed at himself in his heart. Why did he feel that he was being teased by a woman?

Finally, under Ling Mohui's unquestionable gaze, Han Zifeng took off his coat.

Ling Mohui held the slender silver needle in her hand, and with skillful technique, she inserted one needle after another accurately onto the key acupuncture points.

"Master Han, how do you feel now?" Ling Mohui asked with concern while removing the needle.

"She is truly a miracle doctor! I never expected that the second young lady's medical skills are so superb. She is on par with the famous ancient doctor Hua Tuo." Han Zifeng exclaimed.

Ling Mohui smiled modestly and sorted out the acupuncture instruments: "Master Han, you are too kind. My medical skills are just superficial and not worth mentioning."

"Let this painting be considered as medical fee. If you insist on refusing it, it will make me feel uneasy." Han Zifeng said sincerely.

Ling Mohui frowned and hesitated: "This is really too expensive. How can acupuncture be compared with this?"

"Don't mind. If you feel unwell in the future, I will have to trouble Miss Ling again." Han Zifeng's words were full of trust.

While they were talking, Fu Yansheng appeared outside the door. Han Zifeng hurriedly put on his clothes, but his collar was not yet straightened.

"Ling Mohui! When will you be able to behave yourself?"

Fu Yansheng strode over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away without any explanation.

In the carriage, Fu Yansheng said nothing, and the compartment was filled with a depressing atmosphere. Ling Mo recalled the unpleasant experience in the carriage last time, and she was still frightened and did not dare to move easily.

Finally arriving at the Grand Secretary's Mansion, Ling Mohui felt relieved. Just as she was about to escape from this suffocating space, she was suddenly hugged by Fu Yansheng.

"Fu Yansheng! What are you doing!" Ling Mohui's voice suddenly exploded in the air, mixed with astonishment and shame.

He smiled softly, holding her tightly in his arms, his body temperature transmitted through the clothes, causing her cheeks to blush.

The two of them were very close, ignoring the gazes around them, and walked straight into the depths of the mansion.

Ling Mohui felt the strange looks from people around her, and shame surged like a tide, almost drowning her.

How she wished she could turn into a gust of wind, or find a crack in the ground to hide in and escape from this embarrassing situation.

"Fu Yansheng, what are you crazy about? So many people are watching us! You don't care about your face, but I still want it!"

She grumbled softly, her fists raining down on his iron-hard chest.

To outsiders, this scene was nothing more than a sweet play between a young couple in love. No one knew Ling Mohui's inner panic and struggle.

At the same time, in the emerald garden surrounded by green and colorful flowers, Zhang Xiyue and Zhang were immersed in the beauty of nature. Unexpectedly, their sudden appearance broke the tranquility.

Zhang Xiyue's eyes were instantly locked on them, jealousy spread like wildfire, burning her eyes red.

"Cousin!" She wanted to get up and chase him, but Zhang's strong hand held her sleeve tightly.

"Aunt...my cousin..." Her words were full of resentment.

"He must have been drugged by Ling Mo. I'm worried and need to go check it out."

Zhang's tone was gentle but firm, with no intention of letting up. "Even if he was really drugged, it's a matter between husband and wife. Don't make things more complicated."

When Zhang Xiyue heard this, anger surged in her heart and she almost bit her teeth to pieces.

……

In a flash, Ling Mohui was placed lightly on the bed by Fu Yansheng. She felt dizzy and could not keep her balance until the world stopped spinning.

"Fu Yansheng! You... stop now!" Her voice was trembling, with both panic and determination.

"Stop? So that your heart can run to another man?" Fu Yansheng's low voice was filled with irresistible charm. He slowly unbuckled his belt while speaking, and every step he took towards her seemed to be a declaration of sovereignty.

"I didn't!" Ling Mo's rebuttal seemed so weak.

"You're still being stubborn!" Fu Yansheng pulled her suddenly, and she fell into his broad arms.

His tall figure was like a mountain pressing down on her head, and then the cold and strong kiss, with a hint of anger, swept over her senses.

Her clothes were quickly taken off, leaving only a thin undershirt. Her collar was gently opened, revealing a pale and messy skin.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, Mo Hua's anxious voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Miss, the third young lady accidentally sprained her foot on the way and is now waiting in the hall!"

Fu Yansheng's movements came to an abrupt halt, and he immediately regained his composure and dressed himself.

The tenderness and affection just now seemed to have never existed, leaving only awkwardness in the room.

Ling Mo didn't have time to say much, so she quickly tidied her clothes and followed him out the door.

Arriving at the hall, Fu Yansheng had already picked up the pale-faced Ling Zhiyun, gently placed her next to a chair, and carefully lifted her injured foot, his eyes full of concern.

This scene made Ling Mohui feel mixed emotions - he was so gentle and polite to others, but often like a storm to her.

She gathered herself together and walked into the hall calmly.