mtl008 Chapter 181 No nostalgia
Chapter 181 No nostalgia
"Mohui, I know Yan Sheng owed you something before and hurt your heart. But for my sake, please go see him. The kid barely ate anything this morning, and he kept muttering your name."
There was a hint of pleading and distress in Zhang's tone.
Although Ling Mohui was reluctant to let Fu Yansheng go easily, she couldn't harden her heart to refuse this rare request when she thought about how Zhang treated her like her own daughter.
"Okay, Mom! I'll go see him right away!"
Ling Mohui compromised.
When Zhang heard this, a relieved smile appeared on her face: "Mohui, it's really hard for you. Thank you for your hard work."
Ling Mohui walked into Fu Yansheng's room and saw that he was only wearing thin pajamas, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked weak.
"You finally came!"
Fu Yansheng's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of hoarseness and fatigue.
Ling Mo took the tray handed over by the maid, which contained a bowl of hot rice porridge. She handed it to Fu Yansheng: "Drink the porridge first to warm your body."
"No, I have no appetite."
Fu Yansheng responded lightly, as if he almost had no strength to speak.
Ling Mo rolled her eyes, full of helplessness: "It's up to you whether you drink or not, as long as you don't starve to death!"
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Fu Yansheng grabbed her wrist and said, "My current state is more or less related to you. Can't you be a little more patient and be a little nicer to me?"
"You even tore my skirt! I haven't settled the score with you yet!"
Ling Mo glared back at him, anger mixed with a hint of grievance.
"I'll compensate you with ten skirts. Now, sit down and eat with me!"
Fu Yansheng said in a deep voice, his tone was firm and unquestionable, yet also full of humor and ridicule.
"It would be a waste if you don't eat it. Wouldn't that be stupid?"
Ling Mo replied without saying anything and sat back in her chair. It was just a meal, so she gritted her teeth and endured it!
She picked up the bowl, scooped up the porridge spoonful by spoonful, tasted it in small sips, trying to find a trace of peace in it.
Fu Yansheng watched her enjoying it alone and couldn't help but frowned: "You've finished it like this, what should I do?"
"Didn't you ask me to have dinner with you?"
Ling Mohui asked back unhappily.
"Then...then you come and feed me!"
Fu Yansheng had a sly smile on his face, with a sly gleam in his eyes.
Fu Yansheng approached slowly, his well-defined face almost touching Ling Mohui's nose. The air was filled with a faint herbal scent and his unique crisp breath, which made people's heart beat faster involuntarily.
Although Ling Mohui was extremely reluctant and was secretly planning to send a servant to fetch a bowl of warm porridge to ease the awkward atmosphere, she saw Fu Yansheng reaching out and gently snatching the porcelain spoon which still had some body temperature in her hand, and gracefully putting the light rice porridge into her mouth, with an unyielding arrogance and childlike straightforwardness in his movements.
"It seems that your appetite has been restored, and my mission has come to an end. I will go ahead, so there is no need to see you off."
Ling Mohui took advantage of the situation to stand up, with a barely perceptible determination in her tone, and prepared to leave this emotionally complicated place.
Fu Yansheng suddenly looked up, his dark eyes reflecting her figure, as if with a bit of pleading: "Can't you stay with me for a little longer? Even just for a moment?"
Hearing this, Ling Mohui folded her arms across her chest, a cold smile appeared on her lips, and her sharp eyes swept over Fu Yansheng: "If it weren't for my mother's orders, do you think I would be willing to wade into this muddy water?"
After saying this, she turned around without hesitation, with firm steps, her long hair fluttering behind her, without the slightest trace of reluctance.
When Ling Zhiyun learned that Fu Yansheng was ill, she had no time to attend the ongoing prayer activities and immediately hurried back to the mansion from the remote temple.
She saw this as an opportunity, and stayed by Fu Yansheng's side day and night, taking care of him with all her heart, hoping to use this opportunity to improve her image in the eyes of everyone.
In just two days, Fu Yansheng recovered quickly under Ling Zhiyun's careful care, and his complexion was back to normal. At the same time, the new branch of Ling Mohui's pastry shop Huichengzhai was successfully opened. The shop was crowded with customers and business was booming. Gold, silver and treasures poured in like springs, making Ling Mohui extremely busy. She went out early and came back late every day, and was busier than Fu Yansheng, who was the prime minister of the country.
This kind of days lasted for half a month, until the Double Ninth Festival approached quietly, and Ling Mohui was able to take a break.
The daily affairs of the mansion were all taken care of by Zhang, so Ling Mohui didn't have to worry too much. She was only responsible for purchasing matters, which was much easier.
"By the way, why haven't I seen Zheng Jiaxuan recently? Where did he go?"
Ling Mohui suddenly became thoughtful and asked the maid Mo Hua beside her.
Mo Hua whispered towards the side room: "Young Master Lu has been locking himself in his room to study recently, saying that he is preparing for the upcoming imperial examination."
"I have to go to the market later. Why don't you let him go with you to relax and stop him from studying too hard."
Ling Mohui arranged it considerately.
Zheng Jiaxuan is usually indifferent to external affairs, but he always listens to Ling Mohui's words.
The streets were already filled with dogwood branches prepared for the Double Ninth Festival. Ling Mohui selected a large bunch and told her servants to distribute them to each courtyard after returning, in order to celebrate the festival together.
"Double Ninth Festival is coming soon, don't you plan to go home to visit your parents?"
Ling Mohui asked gently, with concern in her eyes.
Zheng Jiaxuan held the dogwood in his hand, a trace of imperceptible melancholy flashed across his face. Ling Mohui keenly captured this emotion and guessed that he must be missing his family far away at this moment.
However, for him, home is nothing but cold walls and memories that he can never return to.
Zheng Jiaxuan sighed and said, "Forget it. I will return home after I pass the imperial examination next year."
Ling Mo smiled back, patted his shoulder gently, and encouraged him: "You have ambition, keep going!"
The two of them strolled through the streets, intending to go to another neighborhood to find delicious food, but they accidentally ran into an old acquaintance.
"This isn't Brother Xu and..."
Zheng Jiaxuan was slightly surprised and glanced sideways at Ling Mohui with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Xu Yanqing's eyes were still fixed on Ling Zhiyun. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the deep affection and persistence in his eyes.
As for Ling Zhiyun's initiative to approach Xu Yanqing, what was her intention behind it?
Could this be another carefully designed scheme, intended to use Xu Yanqing to deal with Ling Mohui?
"Brother Xu is really confused!"
Zheng Jiaxuan's face darkened, and he was about to step forward, but Ling Mohui quickly grabbed his sleeve.
She shook her head gently: "If we go now, we will only alarm the other party!"
"Ling Zhiyun is extremely cunning. I'm worried that Brother Xu will accidentally fall into her trap."
Zheng Jiaxuan's voice was low and powerful, revealing his worry.
Ling Mo replied calmly: "You choose your own path, no one else can influence it."