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

Chapter 172 I’ll be with you

Ling Mo looked back at Fu Yansheng, a complicated light flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking about some important decision.

"No matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, I am grateful to be with you."

Her voice was soft but extremely firm, breaking the silence of the night.

Hearing this, Fu Yansheng raised a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, with the same determination flashing in his eyes: "It's mutual, Ling Mohui, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I hope to be your support."

In this boundless desert, two lonely souls met by fate, and developed an inseparable bond in the midst of adversity, just like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding each other's direction.

She had saved his life after all, but he just abandoned her like that?

The rage in Ling Mohui's heart was about to explode like the scorching sun in the desert, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps that came from far away and gradually became clearer.

Fu Yansheng, leading a skinny but determined horse, slowly came into her sight, as if he was the only salvation in this endless desert.

"Where...where have you been?"

Ling Mohui's voice was filled with anxiety and reproach that was hard to conceal, and her eyes were fixed on Fu Yansheng, as if she was trying to find the answer from his face.

Fu Yansheng looked around at the endless sea of ​​sand, looking a little tired, with traces of dust on his brows: "Exploring the way! This desert is not the bluestone road we usually walk on. If we are not careful, we may fall into a desperate situation."

"Has everyone dispersed?"

Ling Mohui's voice trembled slightly, and a bad feeling arose in her heart.

Fu Yansheng nodded gently, his voice as steady as the silence of the desert late at night: "We are not familiar with the desert. Blindly moving will only consume more energy and make the situation worse. Otherwise..."

He paused, and the blank space seemed to be filled with invisible fear.

"What would happen otherwise?"

There was nervousness in Ling Mohui's voice, her eyes were like stars, staring at Fu Yansheng, as if she wanted to read all the answers from his eyes.

Fu Yansheng chuckled. His smile showed his indifference to life and death, as well as his concern for her: "Otherwise, we will be buried here together, becoming another pair of nameless traveling souls in this desert!"

"Who wants to be buried with you?"

Ling Mohui snorted unhappily, but a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Besides being angry, she felt more helpless.

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, I'm here with you. It's fun to have a companion on your journey to the underworld!"

Fu Yansheng sat down pretending to be relaxed, with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

"Even if I die, I have to die apart from you!"

Ling Mohui glanced at Fu Yansheng, her tone calm and firm, as if she was swearing, "I'm telling you, don't think that I saved you and accepted you. I just don't want to..."

"What do you not want? You don't want me to sacrifice for you, you don't want Wei Ruoming to kill me personally, and let your divorce papers come to you so easily?"

Fu Yansheng's words touched people's heart, leaving Ling Mo speechless for a moment.

Ling Mohui was stunned for a moment, turned her head and stared at Fu Yansheng, then she realized that he seemed to know all the secrets.

"How come you guys came so quickly this time?"

The doubts in my heart poured out bit by bit like sand in an hourglass.

According to the original plan, at the speed Fu Yansheng and his team should be traveling, they would arrive at least half a day later than now.

Fu Yansheng smiled faintly, as if he had anticipated this question: "Halfway through, I found that the footprints became strange. It seemed that someone did it deliberately to disperse us. I immediately realized that something was wrong, so I turned around and came back to find you."

During the long wait, the scorching sun above was like a furnace, almost squeezing out every drop of moisture from Ling Mohui.

When the last drop of water slid into the dry throat, night fell again like a dark curtain. Ling Mohui clearly felt the temperature of her body fading away bit by bit with the night wind.

With an empty stomach and no water, she felt as if she was quietly enveloped by the shadow of death in this freezing desert night.

In a trance, she seemed to travel through time and space and returned to the prosperous capital city, holding tightly in her hand the divorce certificate that symbolized her freedom, surrounded by several handsome and loyal servants, living a leisurely and contented life.

"Ling Mo, come back! Ling Mo, come back!"

The calling voice brought her back to reality from the illusion. She opened her eyes dazedly and found herself lying on the back of a horse. Fu Yansheng held the reins tightly and moved forward with difficulty but determination.

"Fu Yansheng! Why are you... like a ghost that won't leave?"

There was a subtle sense of relief mixed in with Ling Mohui's complaints.

"Ling Mohui! Stop daydreaming and wake up. Do you hear me?"

Fu Yansheng's voice was deep and powerful, like the only guide in the desert, leading her out of confusion.

Ling Mohui's eyelids were heavy, and she could only feel Fu Yansheng's nagging voice like a warm wind, lingering in her ears. Gradually, her consciousness became blurred again...

"It's so annoying! I was immersed in the chess game with that handsome young man, and you came to disrupt it at this time!"

Ling Mohui complained secretly in her heart. Although her thoughts were churning like waves, she could only mutter weakly, as if those dissatisfied words were tightly bound by an invisible net.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second stretched into an endless wait.

Finally, an urgent desire arose from the bottom of my heart: "Water! Give me water!"

Ling Mohui felt her throat dry, as if a burning flame would burst out at any time.

At this moment, the crisp sound of water was heard, and the cool liquid slid across her lips and teeth and flowed down her thirsty throat, as if the long-dry earth was welcoming the rain, making her whole body exude an indescribable sense of comfort and pleasure.

"Miss, drink slowly, be careful not to choke!"

Ling Mohui slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Chuntang's familiar and kind face. The warmth was like the sun in winter, instantly melting away the last bit of discomfort in her heart. "Miss! You finally woke up!"

Chuntang's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, and his face flushed with excitement.

Ling Mohui managed to sit up, and her first thought was: "Where is Fu Yansheng? Is he okay?"

Before he finished speaking, the door opened with a clang, and Fu Yansheng walked into the room with a bit of joking, "Hey, it seems that you still care about my existence!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui was speechless for a moment, knowing full well that the long-awaited divorce agreement would probably have to be postponed indefinitely.

Fu Yansheng caught the subtle change in Ling Mohui's expression, and an inexplicable anger surged in his chest: "Ling Mohui, you are not hoping that I will ascend to heaven soon, so that you can take that divorce certificate and find another good partner, right?"

Facing Fu Yansheng's questioning, Ling Mohui nodded without hesitation and replied frankly: "That's true!"