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

When Ling Mo returned at first, she was a little confused and couldn't tell whether it was Ling Zhiyun or the gentle Zhang Yueying.

Until the woman raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes met Fu Yansheng's. At that moment, Ling Mohui's heart suddenly became clear - it was Zhang Yueying without a doubt.

Are these old lovers going to rekindle their love?

Ling Mohui was not very interested in other people's private affairs. She just took a casual glance and wanted to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, her eyes inadvertently drifted to the corner, where Ling Zhiyun's lonely figure looked particularly pitiful.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were empty as she stared at the two people on the bridge, looking so fragile that she seemed like she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

Ling Mohui suddenly felt uneasy and complained secretly.

Just as she was about to go forward to comfort her, Ling Zhiyun quickly turned around and disappeared silently in the bustling crowd.

According to the book, Ling Zhiyun was such a proud and talented woman, who was the best in the capital city in terms of both talent and beauty.

How can such a proud soul bear to become a substitute in other people's feelings and endure the pain of being ignored and forgotten?

Ling Mohui exhaled lightly, feeling the subtle changes in the air around her. It seemed that even the air was filled with an imperceptible strange atmosphere, indicating that something had changed silently.

When she stepped back into the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar gate of the Hu Mansion, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of uneasiness and anxiety in her heart.

Every brick and tile in the house seemed to be telling stories of the past, forming a sharp contrast with her current mood.

The moment she stepped into the mansion, a familiar voice sounded from behind her, like a sudden cool breeze, interrupting her thoughts.

Fu Yansheng actually called her in a questioning tone.

"Mr. Han, please go ahead. Fu Yansheng and I have some private matters to discuss alone."

There was an imperceptible determination in Ling Mohui's words. Although her voice was soft, it had unquestionable power.

Upon hearing this, Han Zifeng did not linger for long. He just nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the depths of Hu Mansion, leaving the two outside the door.

As Han Zifeng's figure gradually walked away, Ling Mohui stepped step by step onto the stone steps that had been polished smooth by time.

At this moment, Fu Yansheng's voice rang out again, penetrating the rain with an undeniable sense of urgency: "Have you looked for Zhiyun?"

Ling Mohui narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this, revealing a hint of coldness: "Fu Yansheng, Ling Zhiyun is missing, and you actually questioned me? Have you ever reflected on yourself and whether your behavior was appropriate?"

Facing Ling Mohui's question, Fu Yansheng's face darkened, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist, his tone full of coldness and doubt: "What do you mean by this? What do you know? Or is her disappearance really related to you?"

"Do you have to wait until it's too late to regret your decision? Do I need to make my words clearer?"

Ling Mohui sneered with a hint of disdain, "Do you need me to remind you of the person you just secretly met with? Also, how could my third sister, who has such a strong sense of self-esteem, bear such a blow?"

Fu Yansheng's face gradually showed a look of awakening, and he hurriedly tried to explain: "It's not what you think, I..."

"No need. The most important thing now is to find Ling Zhiyun. Leave your explanation until you see her."

Ling Mohui struggled to break free from Fu Yansheng's hand, and the boredom on her face could no longer be concealed.

Fu Yansheng frowned, his worry evident in his expression: "She hasn't recovered yet. If anything happens to her, how can we explain it to her family?"

"Ling Mohui, if she comes to see you, please be sure to inform me as soon as possible." Fu Yansheng's voice became more earnest and serious.

Ling Mohui nodded gently, her voice calm and firm: "I understand."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he unexpectedly ran into Zhang Yueying's cold and aloof figure.

She stood alone under the eaves, the drizzle falling gently on her, as if the whole world was wrapped in a layer of hazy mist, making it impossible to see her true emotions.

Zhang Yueying glanced at Fu Yansheng sharply, and said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "What did you call her just now?"

Fu Yansheng slowly moved to Ling Mohui's side and introduced her in a deep voice: "Yueying, this is Ling Mohui."

Zhang Yueying's body trembled slightly, and then she snorted coldly, with a complex emotion mixed in her laughter: "So that's it! You brought your wife to my house, but pretended that we didn't know each other in front of me. Is this how you, Fu Yansheng, mock and insult me?"

Ling Mohui frowned, and said indifferently, "This is all Fu Yansheng's decision. It has nothing to do with me."

"Madam Prime Minister, the Hu residence does not welcome you. Please leave as soon as possible." Zhang Yueying's eyes revealed undisguised coldness.

Ling Mohui nodded slightly, her tone calm but with a hint of sarcasm: "I see, then you guys continue, I won't bother you anymore."

Fu Yansheng's actions touched the hearts of the three women. If they had not been prepared because of their understanding of the original work, given the original owner's temperament, they would have been furious by now.

The moon is the bright moonlight to others, and the blood in one's heart is the cinnabar mole cherished by others. But what role does she play in this turbulent emotion, and where should she go?

The frustration in Ling Mohui's heart was like weeds in spring. The more she thought about it, the more it became a clump.

She turned her footsteps in anger and turned back without hesitation, her eyes locked on Fu Yansheng. She exerted force with her feet and kicked out cleanly and neatly, accompanied by a dull sound, as if venting all the resentment and grievance in her heart.

"Ling Mo, come back!"

Fu Yansheng was so frightened by this sudden kick that sparks flew in his eyes and he was filled with rage, but he suppressed the fire burning in his chest and stared at her back. His eyes were filled with both anger and indescribable complex emotions.

But Ling Mohui seemed unaware, she walked away with her back straight and without looking back.

There was a stubbornness in her steps. Each step she took was on the dust of years, as if she wanted to crush all the unbearableness and constraints of the past in one fell swoop.

Zhang Yueying stood on one side, the afterglow of her eyes gently swept across Ling Mohui's receding figure, and her eyes froze in an instant, like ice.

Then he turned to Fu Yansheng and asked sarcastically, "I once gave up everything for you and condescended to Ping'an County. I thought you would have a little gratitude in your heart, but I never thought that you would fall in love with the culprit who broke up our relationship!"

Fu Yansheng's eyes moved slightly, and a barely perceptible pain flashed across them. He opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a calm and indifferent voice: "Yueying, let the past go with the wind. We can no longer change it."

Zhang Yueying raised her lips in self-mockery, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes, as if she was laughing at her own stupidity. She looked straight at Fu Yansheng, and every word she said was powerful: "Fu Yansheng, you have always been so arrogant, how could you tolerate a woman you don't love being so presumptuous to you? Tell me, have you fallen in love with Ling Mohui inadvertently?"