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

"Ling Mohui, your life seems quite leisurely. You even have time to accompany others for a walk?"

Ling Mohui forced a smile: "It's the same for each other. We all have our own entertainment. There's no need to mock each other."

Ling Zhiyun, who was observant of everyone's words and expressions, intervened in time and tried to ease the tense atmosphere: "What a coincidence, Prime Minister Fu came to visit the General's Mansion today. He originally wanted to ask my father about the affairs of the Northern Territory, but my father happened to be out. I have studied these things a little over the years, so I answered on behalf of my father, and I happened to meet my sister."

Seeing this, Ling Mohui said calmly: "It's okay, you guys continue, we won't disturb Master Fu from handling his business."

Ling Zhiyun quickly replied, her words full of consideration: "I have finished talking, sister and brother-in-law should go home and rest early, I will take my leave first."

After saying that, she bowed lightly to Xu Yanqing, and her figure quickly disappeared into the night, leaving behind only a faint fragrance and Xu Yanqing's infatuated gaze.

Even if Xu Yanqing had thousands of words in his heart, at this moment they could only turn into a silent sigh. His steps stayed where he was, with nowhere to put his deep affection.

Ling Mohui saw all of this and couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy.

In her opinion, they were like two chess pieces on the chessboard of fate, destined to be supporting roles in other people's love stories, each bearing a fate that they could not escape.

The difference is that Ling Mohui is able to maintain a rare clarity and composure because she knows the context of the story.

However, Xu Yanqing was still immersed in love and couldn't let go.

In such a complicated mood, the appearance of Fu Yansheng interrupted everything. Without giving any explanation, he grabbed Ling Mohui's hand and led her straight to the carriage, almost half-pushing her into the carriage.

Ling Mohui's voice of resistance rang out in the carriage, filled with reluctance and indignation.

This emotional entanglement seems to be far from over.

"Fu Yansheng! If you dare to tease me again, don't blame me for being so rude!"

Ling Mohui was in the beautifully decorated carriage, protesting angrily but firmly.

Upon hearing the voice, Fu Yansheng did not restrain himself. Instead, he sat up more calmly and used his height advantage to gently press Ling Mohui against the wall of the car.

"What kind of charm does Xu Yanqing have that makes you stare at him so intently that you even ignore the scenery on my side?"

He spoke jokingly, gently lifting her chin with his fingers, his eyes flashing with dangerous signals of impending invasion, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.

Ling Mohui did not avoid it. Instead, at this critical moment, she showed an unexpected stubbornness. She lightly left a faint tooth mark on his provocative lips.

"Ling Mohui, are you really born in the year of the dog?"

Fu Yansheng was caught off guard, and his tone carried a hint of unexpected pain and surprise.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui put on an uninhibited smile and wiped away the bright red evidence on her lips lightly.

"I have warned you before, don't touch it casually, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

……

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds and everything came back to life.

"Ouch, Mo Hua, be gentle!"

Ling Mohui let out a slight moan due to the touch on her wound, secretly regretting her impulsiveness last night. If she had known she would suffer the pain today, she would not have been so decisive.

The fierceness in the night turned into a faint self-mockery in the morning light.

"Oh, you feel pain now? Where did your ferocity from last night go?"

Fu Yansheng's voice came from outside the courtyard gate with a hint of teasing.

"Fu Yansheng! What do you want to do?" Ling Mohui asked unhappily.

Fu Yansheng walked into the room calmly, "Mo Hua, you leave first."

Mo Hua looked at his master, then at Fu Yansheng, with hesitation in his eyes.

Ling Mohui caught this detail and shook her head gently, "It's okay, don't get implicated by our affairs."

Mo Hua finally nodded and slowly left the room, leaving behind a tense atmosphere.

Fu Yansheng sat down, his fingers filled with cool and soft ointment, and he applied it delicately and gently on Ling Mohui's slightly swollen lips. His warm fingertips conveyed an indescribable care and tenderness, as if trying to heal all the trauma and unhappiness left by last night.

"Ling Mohui, from now on, you are not allowed to meet other men in private without my permission. Do you understand?"

His words carried an authority that could not be disobeyed, attempting to draw an exclusive boundary in her heart.

Ling Mohui heard this, and a stubborn light flashed in her eyes, "I won't! I decide my own life, what right do you have to interfere?"

"Because, you are my wife!" Fu Yansheng's voice suddenly rose, anger and frustration filled the air.

"In these three years, have you ever treated me like a husband?"

Ling Mohui sighed softly, her tone full of disappointment and exhaustion, "Fu Yansheng, three years of time can't buy you a bit of sincerity, now, I don't care about you anymore.

Fu Yansheng sneered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Do you think the Fu family is a place where you can come and go as you please? Divorce? You are too naive!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand suddenly, and the teacup on the table fell to the ground, with the fragments scattered everywhere, along with his back, as he left resolutely.

Ling Mohui was extremely angry. She grabbed a book and threw it at the receding figure, cursing, "Mad man!"

……

As soon as Fu Yansheng disappeared outside the door, Ding came in with light steps, "What happened? Why did Prime Minister Fu leave in anger? Did you have an argument?"

Ling Mohui's expression was gloomy, and her lowered eyelids hid the complex emotions in her eyes, "Sister-in-law, Fu Yansheng... doesn't want to divorce me."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ding was stunned at first, then smiled gently, trying to comfort him, "If he doesn't want to, it's because he still has you in his heart. This should be something you feel relieved about, so why are you still so depressed?"

Ling Mohui smiled bitterly in her heart, but her face was slightly sad. "He has someone in his heart. Even if he occasionally shows me tenderness, it is just a trivial charity. This shallow tenderness can be easily dissipated by a few words of instigation from Zhang Xiyue, not to mention being compared with the person in his heart, even if I am just a part of that person's shadow, why should I lower my status and pursue that illusory warmth?"

After she finished speaking, Ling Mohui's eyes showed a clarity and self-respect that came from seeing through the world.

A trace of pity flashed across Ding's eyes. "This world is indeed a thorny road for women! If he is determined not to part with you, and you are strong-willed and unwilling to show any weakness, are you going to let the flower of youth wither away in this fruitless waiting?"

Ling Mohui held her head high and chest out, and took a deep breath, as if she wanted to sort out all the chaotic thoughts in her heart and sort them out again.

"Forget it, let's put these disputes aside for now. Sister-in-law, you came to visit me today, but is there anything important that you need to discuss with me?"