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

Chapter 146 Step by Step

"Do you think I would be stupid enough to reveal the contest between me and Zeng Mao? No, I won't. It won't do me any good. But Ling Zhiyun is different. She has no good intentions towards me and has enough reasons to tell others about it."

"That's enough, stop this meaningless argument!"

Fu Yansheng slammed the table suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was trying his best to suppress the storm in his heart.

"Yun'er couldn't possibly do such a thing. This is all a misunderstanding! Ling Mohui, she is your biological sister after all. Do you really want to be so paranoid as to believe that she is a bad person?"

Ling Mohui's laughter was cold and sharp: "If she really regarded me as her sister, how could she step into the Fu family's threshold and be cautious at every step?"

Her words were sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Can't you see how deep Ling Zhiyun's feelings for you are? Since you care about her, why don't you try to get along with each other? Why do you have to involve me in this complicated emotional entanglement?"

Fu Yansheng strode forward, his hands involuntarily clasping her shoulders tightly, with such force that it seemed to penetrate her bones. His eyes burned with unquestionable determination: "I have already made it clear to you that no matter who it is, even Ling Zhiyun, they can never take you away from me!"

Ling Mohui felt the weight on her shoulders and slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the tenderness of the past was gone from her pupils. Instead, she was replaced by an icy indifference: "Even if you cage me for the rest of my life, it would only be mutual torture, and we would struggle painfully with each other for endless years."

"So what? I... will never let go and will never allow anyone to take you away from my world!"

As soon as Fu Yansheng finished speaking, he turned around resolutely, leaving behind a lonely and proud figure.

After Fu Yansheng's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Ling Mohui dared to gently exhale the breath that had been suppressed for a long time, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

She once thought that Fu Yansheng's feelings for her were just fleeting, and never imagined that they were so deep. This realization caused ripples in her heart.

With a self-deprecating smile on her lips, Ling Mohui sighed inwardly that all that her original self had pursued with all his scheming was just a heavy bondage to her, making her exhausted.

It turns out that in this world, the so-called fairness is just an illusion, out of reach.

"Miss, the son-in-law is too overbearing and unreasonable. He clearly knows that the third lady hates you and even intends to harm you, but he still protects her and imprisoned you here. Such a contradictory and complicated person is rare in the world."

The maid Mo Hua complained while drinking two cups of herbal tea, trying to calm her depression and confusion.

Ling Mohui took a sip of tea, the fragrance of the tea lingering in her mouth, seeming to take away some of the irritability in her heart: "Who can really see through people's hearts? There are probably only a handful of people in this world who are as thoughtful as Fu Yansheng."

The sun was setting in the west, and the evening glow was like a web. Ling Mohui slowly walked towards Fenchan's residence.

Fenchan's courtyard is secluded and hidden in the most inconspicuous corner of the Grand Secretary's Mansion. If she had not shown up on her own initiative, perhaps the entire mansion would have forgotten her existence.

When Ling Mohui stepped into this quiet courtyard, she happened to see Fen Chan immersed in the sound of the guqin. Her slender fingers danced on the guqin, and every note revealed a tranquility and indifference that transcended the world.

Seeing Ling Mohui's sudden visit, Fen Chan's eyes flashed with surprise, which was then replaced by a gentle smile.

"Oh, Madam, what brings you to this remote little corner of mine?"

Ling Mohui was not polite and sat down on a wooden chair beside her. She waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about me. Continue playing the piano. Don't let such a beautiful melody be interrupted by me."

Fenchan smiled even more deeply, her fingers put the strings again, and the music flowed like a gurgling stream, endlessly in her ears.

At the end of the song, Fen Chan stood up gracefully and bowed slightly to Ling Mohui, her good manners evident in her every move.

At this moment, Ling Mohui gently held Fen Chan's hand as she was about to salute. Her movements were smooth and natural, full of inexplicable tenderness and strength.

Fen Chan was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed across her cheek, and she subconsciously tried to break free, but Ling Mohui's hand became tighter and tighter like an iron clamp, and there was unquestionable tenderness and persistence flashing in her eyes.

Fenchan's eyes moved, and she asked jokingly but seriously: "Young Madam, what does this mean?"

Ling Mohui spoke gently, and gently stroked the thick calluses on the back of Fenchan's hands with her fingers: "What kind of life has created these calluses?"

Fen Chan remained calm and replied, "I was born in a humble family. My family has been farmers for generations. Later, we encountered misfortune and our family fell into poverty. I was sold to a brothel. To be honest, Fen Chan was once an ordinary farm girl in the fields."

"You don't have to hide anything from me. My brother is quite famous in the martial arts community. Those callus marks are not formed by farm labor. They are clearly the evidence of long-term bow and arrow shooting."

Ling Mohui's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if they could penetrate Fen Chan's disguise and get to the core of the truth.

The corners of Fenchan's mouth curled up slightly, but that smile seemed to hide a bit of bitterness and helplessness. After a moment of silence, she smiled lightly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice: "Madam's observation is meticulous, which is really admirable."

Ling Mohui's brows were furrowed tightly, forming a subtle but deep groove, with doubt and questioning light flashing in her eyes: "That arrow was so accurate and deadly, wasn't it shot by you?"

Fen Chan pursed her lips, her movements were subtle but revealed her inner struggle. Her eyes swept over Ling Mohui indifferently, almost indifferently, but her tone was unusually calm: "Madam, why would you have such an association? Do you think all this has something to do with me?"

"It's just a guess based on the current situation!"

There was unquestionable determination in Ling Mo's words.

Fen Chan sighed softly, and that breath seemed to be mixed with the heaviness and helplessness of the past, and she slowly said: "Madam, have you ever heard of the name of Miss Manyun? That stunning beauty in Ziyan Tower, who in the capital doesn't know her?"

Ling Mohui lowered her eyes, as if she was sketching the shadow of that person in her mind, but she uttered an answer that she had already known for a long time: "The top performer of Zi Yan Lou, naturally everyone knows her."

"Man Yun, she is not only the famous courtesan, but also my closest sister in this world. However, fate played a trick on her, and she unfortunately met with Lu Fei's murderous hands and died."

When Fenchan said this, her tone was filled with sadness and anger.

Ling Mo raised her eyebrows, her eyes were sharp, and her words went straight to the point: "So, you planned all this, using Fu Yansheng's hand, just to avenge Manyun and get back the revenge?"

Fen Chan chuckled and said, "Madam's position in Prime Minister Fu's heart is extremely important. Your influence is just as I expected. It did not disappoint me."