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

Chapter 150 Running away from home

A subtle emotion quietly grew in a corner of her heart, making her decide not to confront him this time.

"Yun'er, you are too kind. However, for those who are ungrateful, kindness will only become an excuse for them to get even bigger. You have to understand that sometimes being too tolerant is cruel to yourself."

Fu Yansheng's words were gentle but carried a force that could not be ignored. This was the first time Ling Mohui had heard him teach Ling Zhiyun so directly. She couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and at the same time, there was an imperceptible warmth flowing through her heart.

Ling Zhiyun's expression suddenly became complicated and unclear, turning blue and white. It was obvious that she had not expected Fu Yansheng's change of position this time.

In the past, no matter what the situation was, Fu Yansheng was always her strongest support and was the first to protect her.

The change at this moment caught her off guard and caused ripples in her heart.

Zhang sighed softly, her voice full of helplessness and gratitude, "Today, thanks to Mo Hui, otherwise I really don't know how to deal with it. Guo is really hard to deal with. If I say a few more words, I'm afraid that outsiders will misunderstand that I have ill intentions towards my mother's family."

Zhang's words revealed her helplessness about Guo's gossiping behind her back. Although she did not explicitly state the implicit slander, everyone in the room could feel the oppression.

Fu Yansheng's eyes moved and looked at Ling Mohui, with a slightly playful smile on his lips, "Mom, it's all in the past. Let Mohui come back to handle this kind of thing in the future. After all, she has more experience in this area."

These words sounded like praise, but they also contained a hint of ridicule, as if hinting at Ling Mohui's tough tactics.

When Ling Mohui heard this, she just rolled her eyes at him and didn't delve into it further. She didn't want to argue with him over such a small matter.

Ling Zhiyun looked at the three people in front of her who were getting along harmoniously, and felt as if she had become an unnecessary bystander, and a sense of loneliness arose in her heart.

"It's all Yun'er's fault for not thinking things through. I will never act on my own again. Yun'er doesn't want to interrupt the conversation between mother and sister, so I'll take my leave now."

After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply, her posture elegant but unable to hide the bitterness in her heart, then turned around and left silently.

"It's obvious that she did something wrong, but it seems like she has suffered a great injustice!"

Ling Mohui muttered softly, her resentment evident in her words.

At this moment, she inadvertently met Fu Yansheng's deep gaze, as if he could see through everything.

"Why don't you go and comfort your sweetheart? What are you doing here?"

There was a hint of provocation in Ling Mo's response.

Fu Yansheng looked calm, "She was at fault first, there's no need for me to comfort her."

This scene surprised Ling Mohui. When did Fu Yansheng become so rational and fair?

Zhang was relieved to see that her son finally stopped favoring the concubine. "That's right. You can't neglect your wife because of your favoritism. If this gets out, it will be bad for the Fu family's reputation!"

Zhang stood up, pulled Matron Liu away in a hurry, secretly feeling proud of her own efforts.

Although the original owner had let go of her worries over the past three years, as a mother-in-law, she was still making every effort to promote this marriage.

For a moment, Ling Mohui and Fu Yansheng were the only ones left in the room. The air seemed to freeze, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

"Fu Yansheng, don't think that I will be grateful to you just because you helped me this time!"

Ling Mohui left these stubborn words behind, and hurriedly passed by him, leaving behind a resolute back.

"Ling Mohui, I have decided that we should start over again..."

"You're dreaming!"

Ling Mohui's voice was firm and cold, ruthlessly interrupting Fu Yansheng's words, like a cold wind in winter, piercing but sobering.

He suddenly stretched out his powerful hand and tightly grasped her delicate wrist. His deep eyes flashed with unprecedented sincerity, and he spoke word by word: "Ling Mohui..."

The emotions contained in his words almost overflowed, but at this critical moment, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"How dare you! Can't you see that I'm talking to the young lady?"

There was displeasure mixed in his scolding voice, and his eyes swept sharply towards the newcomer.

The servant was panicked and almost out of breath. He said incoherently, "Sir, Madam Yun... Madam Yun left a letter and disappeared."

"What did you say?"

There was an imperceptible tremor in Ling Mohui's tone, as if she could feel the slight vibration coming from Fu Yansheng's palm.

At this moment, she clearly realized that no matter how indifferent he pretended to be on the surface, he could not let go of his deep concern for Ling Zhiyun.

Ling Mohui's heart could not help but feel a chill. She pulled her hand back abruptly, her voice as cold as ice: "Why don't you go find her quickly?"

Fu Yansheng's gaze stayed on her for a moment. His eyes were complex and deep, as if they contained too many unspoken words.

In the end, he just looked at her deeply, said "I'll be back soon", and turned and left.

In his mind, Ling Zhiyun was extremely intelligent and it was impossible for her to give up her comfortable life and choose to wander.

Ling Mohui's move was just a small trick to test and manipulate Fu Yansheng's emotions.

Ling Mohui pretended to walk back to Cuiyuexuan calmly. Everything went as she expected. In just half an hour, Ling Zhiyun returned to the mansion accompanied by Fu Yansheng.

At that time, Ling Mohui was sitting leisurely in the pavilion of Yayuan, with bunches of crystal clear grapes flowing between her fingers, and the figures of the two people suddenly came into her sight.

"My dear husband, I was indeed reckless this time. I shouldn't have left the letter and left without permission."

Ling Zhiyun leaned on Fu Yansheng's shoulder, her voice as gentle as water and full of apology.

Fu Yansheng gently stroked the top of her head, his gentle movements could not hide the complex emotions in his eyes.

In his memory, Fang Ruyin also disappeared without a trace after writing a letter. When he heard from her again, she was already a married woman.

The guilt for that past relationship became an unforgettable scar in Fu Yansheng's heart.

The setting sun is like molten gold, dyeing the sky into a gorgeous picture, and the afterglow falls on the ancient house.

Ling Mohui lay lazily on the old rocking chair, which made a creaking sound as it rocked, and she had quietly fallen asleep.

Perhaps the dream was exactly what she had been thinking about during the day.

At this moment, Mo Qi rushed into the room with an angry look on his face, shouting, "Miss!"

However, her call did not wake up Ling Mohui who was immersed in her dream. There were still a few pieces of melon seed shells hanging on the corners of her mouth. Her sleeping face revealed a bit of childish naivety, which made her look both funny and cute.

Mo Qi carefully took the fallen book off Ling Mo's face, then gently patted her cheek: "Miss! Wake up!"

Ling Mohui opened her eyes dazedly, rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hands, and asked lazily: "What's wrong, Moqi? I was just dating a group of handsome guys in my dream!"