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

Chapter 158 Don’t judge people by their appearance

Ling Mohui hurriedly climbed up from Fu Yansheng, her cheeks flushed and a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Ling Zhiyun was quietly observing the subtle atmosphere between the two of them. Fu Yansheng's eyes were still gently locked on Ling Mohui, as if everything around him didn't exist. This made Ling Zhiyun's heart unconsciously rise with a sour and complicated feeling.

"Husband! Look, my skirt is a little wet. Can you accompany me back to the carriage to change into another set?"

Ling Zhiyun gently tugged at Fu Yansheng's sleeve, her voice hinting at coquettishness, her soft words carrying a request that could not be refused.

Fu Yansheng looked down at Ling Mohui, who was also in a slightly embarrassed state, and suggested: "Your skirt is also wet, why don't we go back and change together?"

Ling Mohui was unwilling to give in, her mind was still full of the next fishing plan, so she declined politely: "Don't bother, it's just a little wet, it will dry soon."

After saying this, his eyes revealed his desire to continue fishing.

Fu Yansheng did not insist any longer, and accompanied Ling Zhiyun slowly towards the gorgeous carriage parked not far away, leaving a peaceful space for Ling Mo to return to the lake.

After the two left, Ling Mohui seemed to have received some kind of signal and quickly got into the state. Soon she caught several big, lively fish, each of which was the best proof of her patience and skills.

It seemed as if the fish were also avoiding the presence of the two people. As soon as they left, the lake became lively.

Ling Mo looked back at her trophies, thinking about finding someone to help her deal with the fish.

At this moment, she looked up not far away and caught a glimpse of Ling Zhiyun leaning intimately on Fu Yansheng's shoulder. The scene was so intimate that it made her heart inexplicably palpitate, and she turned her head away involuntarily.

In order to divert attention, Ling Mohui hurriedly called Mo Yi who was standing beside her, hoping that he could help process the fish.

However, to her surprise, Mo Yi also seemed at a loss when facing the fish. The two of them stared at each other like a pair of lost deer.

Finally, Ling Mo couldn't help laughing and asked in disbelief, "You... can't do it either?"

Mo Yize kept shaking his head like a rattle, looking innocent.

"You usually do things so quickly and efficiently, why are you hesitant to kill a fish now?"

Ling Mohui was confused and puzzled. The usually decisive Mo Yi seemed so embarrassed at this moment.

"That's different!"

Mo Yi tried to explain, but even he seemed to think the reason was a bit far-fetched.

Just when the atmosphere was subtle, Fu Yansheng's voice sounded at the right time. He walked forward, took the knife from Mo Yi, and processed the fish with skillful techniques, elegant and efficient movements. Every movement was calm and unhurried, which was impressive.

Who would have thought that this gentle and refined Fu Yansheng could be so adept at killing fish?

It really proves the old saying: Don’t judge a book by its cover!

Afterwards, Ling Mohui placed the processed fish on the blazing fire. The flames jumped, reflecting the expectant faces of everyone.

On the other side, Ling Zhiyun ordered the servants to take out the carefully prepared cakes and pastries, and the fragrance filled the air.

"Sister, how about trying some of these cakes? It may take a while for the fish to be baked, don't starve yourself."

Ling Zhiyun smiled and spoke teasingly, but her eyes revealed the close intimacy between the sisters.

"No need. Now that we're out here, it's boring to eat food from home!"

Ling Mohui's heart is filled with passion for exploring nature. She wants to experience this pure and direct gift herself and feel its original flavor without excessive modification.

"The fish is ready!"

Mo Yi's face was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He carefully handed the first golden and crispy grilled fish to Ling Mohui, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

Ling Mohui took it with great anticipation, took a light bite, but her brows couldn't help but furrowed tightly.

The taste of the fish was far less fresh than expected, but instead had an indescribable bitter taste that was really hard to accept!

Ling Zhiyun covered her mouth and chuckled, with a hint of teasing in her voice: "Sister, does the grilled fish taste not very good?"

Her eyes were full of gentle teasing towards Ling Mohui's small setback.

Ling Mohui said nothing, but just shook her head slightly, a trace of regret welling up in her heart.

It's a pity that such a fresh and lively fish loses its delicious taste during the roasting process.

"I'll try!"

Fu Yansheng's voice was abrupt and confident. He strode forward and took the fish that failed to perfectly present its delicious taste from Ling Mohui.

Ling Mo looked at him suspiciously, with a mixture of doubt and expectation in her eyes: "Can you do it?"

There was some disbelief in her voice, but more of a willingness to give the other person a chance to prove himself.

"Won't you know if you try it?"

Fu Yansheng smiled indifferently, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and with a light glance, he seemed to tell Ling Mohui that everything should wait until the results came out.

Ling Zhiyun approached obediently, holding a plate of exquisite pastries in her hand, and said gently: "Husband, these are your favorite flavors when you are at home. Don't just focus on grilling fish and starve yourself."

Her concern is like the warm spring sunshine, gentle and delicate.

"No, I just want to try the grilled fish."

Fu Yansheng tactfully rejected Ling Zhiyun's thoughtfulness, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone, which made Ling Zhiyun's smile freeze instantly, but she was quick-witted and immediately understood her husband's thoughts. She quietly put the pastries aside, then lightly took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Fu Yansheng's forehead. Her actions were full of love and tacit understanding.

Faced with this warm scene, Ling Mohui felt a little uncomfortable. She stood up and planned to find a quiet place alone.

"Ling Mohui, where are you going? This is a desolate mountain area, be careful of encountering wild animals."

Fu Yansheng's voice sounded behind him, calm but with a hint of worry.

Ling Mo didn't even look back, she just said softly: "Don't worry, I won't go far."

There was a certain carefreeness in his words, and also a hint of a reluctance to be disturbed.

"Mo Yi, follow me."

Fu Yansheng ordered, however——

"Mo Yi, don't follow me!"

Ling Mohui turned around abruptly and interrupted impatiently, with a helpless look on her face, "I'm just going to the bathroom!"

Her words were concise and unassailable.

Faced with such a situation, Fu Yansheng was speechless and couldn't find a suitable answer.

"Don't follow anyone!"

Ling Mohui emphasized again, then turned around and strode towards the depths of the jungle. She just longed for a moment of peace and quiet, away from that couple's sticky figures, to give herself some quiet.

Ling Mohui leaned her back against a towering ancient tree and looked up at the direction of the city wall in the distance. A barely perceptible wisp of black smoke rose in the sky. That was the cell where Fen Chan was imprisoned.

Seeing this scene, she suddenly felt excited - Chuntang and the others must have succeeded!