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

"You must feel very uncomfortable in your heart for Fu Yansheng to treat you like that."

Han Zifeng's voice suddenly became gentle, like a spring breeze. His hand gently rested on Ling Mohui's face, his eyes full of deep sympathy and heartache. That gentle touch seemed to be able to wipe away all the sorrow.

Ling Mo turned around and trembled slightly, quickly turning her head to avoid the tenderness: "I didn't expect much from him, so naturally I can't say I'm sad."

"It's best to think this way. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that I will act on impulse and take you far away, escaping from the troubles of this world."

Han Zifeng's fingers gently ran through Ling Mohui's long hair, which was as black as the night. Although his eyes were gentle, they concealed a barely perceptible heat.

"If you want to leave, just go ahead. I won't drift with you."

Ling Mo's answer was concise and direct. She always remained alert and kept a distance from Han Zifeng's mysterious character.

……

Night fell quietly, the moon hung on the willow branches, and Yuan Fangfang's arrival broke the tranquility.

"Mohui, tonight is the Qiqiao Festival. There is a lively lantern festival outside the city. How about we go and enjoy it together?"

Yuan Fangfang's face was filled with unconcealable excitement and anticipation.

Ling Mohui raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a hint of joking: "Why are you looking for me if you don't want to go find your Master Xu?"

Her words revealed a little teasing about her friend's emotional life.

Yuan Fangfang's cheeks flushed, as if her secret had been touched: "The Qiqiao Festival doesn't have to be spent with him. I can also have fun with you."

Ling Mo turned her eyes to look smart, as if she had seen something: "Are you two having a quarrel?"

There was a hint of sly curiosity in his words.

Yuan Fangfang pursed her lips, but finally acted childishly: "Hey, since I'm here anyway, just stay with me."

After saying that, he pulled Ling Mo back without further ado and walked into the bustling street.

The nights in Ping'an County are brightly lit, the streets are bustling with people, and the dazzling array of goods and snacks is overwhelming.

Ling Mohui did not delve into the little episode between Yuan Fangfang and Mr. Xu. Looking at Yuan Fangfang's carefree appearance, she guessed that it was just a trivial emotional storm.

"Boss, I want this, that, and that one, all of them. Please pack them for me!"

Yuan Fangfang was as generous as ever, and today she was even more generous and lavish.

Ling Mohui gently pulled Yuan Fangfang's sleeve and whispered, "Fangfang, we have limited money, so it's better to save some money."

However, before Yuan Fangfang could respond, a slender hand stretched out from behind the two of them and placed it steadily on the counter, accompanied by the sound of silver ingots hitting each other: "Boss, I'll pay for this lady's bill."

"Han Zifeng?" A hint of doubt flashed across Ling Mohui's brows.

Han Zifeng turned around and gave a gentle smile to Master Xu who was watching all this not far away: "When someone entrusts you with something, you should be loyal to them, right?"

Ling Mohui immediately understood the whole story. Master Xu might have angered Yuan Fangfang and was trying to make up for his mistake and win her favor.

"Remember to return the money to me when you return to the capital."

Han Zifeng patted Mr. Xu on the shoulder, his tone gentle with a hint of joking.

Master Xu nodded silently, his eyes showing both gratitude and embarrassment.

Yuan Fangfang smiled shyly and said to Ling Mohui, "Mohui, Master Xu and I have some things to deal with. We will be back to see you soon."

"go Go."

Although Ling Mo said this, she couldn't help but feel regretful in her heart. If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to accompany Yuan Fangfang out.

Seeing this, Han Zifeng shook his head and smiled with a hint of amusement: "He is such a blockhead. I really don't know what Miss Yuan likes about him."

Although there was some sarcasm in his words, he also showed his understanding of Yuan Fangfang's choice.

Ling Mohui glanced at him with a sly smile on her face, "Perhaps, it is because of his rare sincerity and honesty, which are exactly the qualities that you lack, Mr. Han."

Her words contained both subtle comments on Han Zifeng's character and some lighthearted banter between friends.

Han Zifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of innocence.

He slowly turned to Ling Mohui, his tone gentle but with a hint of confusion: "Mohui, is there something you don't understand about me?"

There was a barely perceptible tenderness and expectation in that tone.

Ling Mohui's tone was a little cold, with doubt and disappointment condensed between her brows. Although her voice was light, it was unusually firm: "From our first meeting to now, you have always been very secretive. You said it was a misunderstanding when we first met, so why did you wear a mask and sneak up on me the second time? What is your purpose behind this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around without allowing any room for argument, her skirt swaying, revealing a resolute back.

"Ling Mo, come back!" Han Zifeng called out anxiously, following her closely without stopping.

But Ling Mohui seemed not to hear anything. She stood straight and walked forward resolutely, leaving only a stubborn back to Han Zifeng.

Suddenly, a cheer broke out from the crowd: "Let's release lanterns! Let's release lanterns!"

The crowd was so large that it almost drowned Ling Mohui who was immersed in her thoughts.

At this moment, Han Zifeng was quick to act and firmly supported her as she was about to lose her balance. The warmth from his palm penetrated the thin fabric, warm and firm.

He stared at her, his eyes flashing with sincerity and promise: "I swear, I will never hide anything from you again. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Those eyes were deep and focused, as if they could see through people's hearts, making Ling Mohui feel dazed.

Han Zifeng's handsome face coupled with such an affectionate gaze is hard to resist. Could it be that he really has feelings for her?

Ling Mohui tilted her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, and responded in a relaxed manner: "Okay, okay, you have the final say."

She deliberately avoided those affectionate eyes, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, an extremely exquisite lotus lantern quietly appeared in front of me, shining brightly.

"Mohui!" Ling Mohui's attention was attracted by Han Zifeng's call. She saw Han Zifeng holding a lotus lantern. Under the light, his face looked even more handsome and poetic, like the pouring moonlight and the mountain breeze blowing on her face, which was refreshing.

Ling Mohui took the lotus lantern full of blessings and smiled: "Thank you."

However, the scene of releasing lanterns by the river was extremely popular, with crowds of people surging, and it was not easy to find a gap to release the lanterns.

Ling Mohui simply stood on the river bank, watching the lanterns carrying people's wishes drifting with the waves under the shade of the trees, and the depression in her heart seemed to fade away.

Just when this tranquility and beauty were about to settle, a familiar and distant figure jumped into view, instantly breaking the peace.

There was a woman standing next to Fu Yansheng, and the two of them stood quietly on the bridge. The scene was peaceful and harmonious.