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

Chapter 188 Playing Rogue

After a round of complaints, silence gradually returned outside the door, with only the early morning chill lingering in the air.

Nearing noon, Ling Mohui finally got up lazily and decided to go visit Fu Yansheng.

"If you hadn't been injured saving me, I wouldn't bother with your trivial matters!"

Ling Mohui's temper after waking up was still not completely gone, and she walked towards Fu Yansheng's residence muttering to herself all the way.

When she pushed the door open, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Ling Zhiyun was lying on Fu Yansheng's back, sobbing softly, and the hideous wounds on his back were shocking, as if silently telling of the danger of the previous night.

Ling Mo rolled her eyes and stepped forward quickly: "Who told you to touch his wound? If you break the stitches, I'll have to sew them up again!"

"I...I just want to change the ointment for my husband. This ointment will not leave scars. Even the doctor said it is good."

Ling Zhiyun's tone was filled with unquestionable firmness, she held the medicine bottle tightly in both hands, and her eyes were sparkling with pleading.

"What's a few scars on a man? Do you think we should treat him like a treasure? Get out of the way."

Ling Mo waved back, with a hint of helplessness and disgust in her tone.

Ling Zhiyun pursed her lips. Although she was unwilling, she knew that her medical skills were indeed inferior to Ling Mohui, so she could only step aside and watch silently.

Although Fu Yansheng didn't say anything, his eyes always followed Ling Mohui, full of pampering and dependence, as if she was his only support.

Ling Mohui carefully examined the wound, and first evenly applied a layer of golden wound medicine, while applying it, she instructed: "Don't let the wound come into contact with water for the next two days. I will come back to remove your stitches after seven days."

After finishing the job, just when Ling Mo was about to go back to sleep, Fu Yansheng felt itchy here and there, and kept pestering her. Finally, she had to compromise and simply moved to the room next to Fu Yansheng to stay temporarily.

"Damn Fu Yansheng! If he hadn't saved me before, I wouldn't have taken so much care of him!"

Ling Mohui's back and waist ached from two days of careful care, and she complained secretly in her heart.

Returning to her room, she took the scar removal cream from her maid Moqi and applied it patiently and carefully to the scar on her knee. Every movement she made revealed her care and compassion for herself.

Just as she was concentrating on applying the medicine, Mo Yi's voice rang out again: "Young Madam..."

Upon hearing this, Ling Mohui frowned involuntarily, and the headache seemed to be starting to attack her again.

"What else happened?"

Her tone could no longer conceal her fatigue and impatience.

Mo Yi lowered his voice, looking a little uneasy: "Madam, the master said he has a splitting headache. I beg you to go see him."

Ling Mohui's teeth were clattering, and she leaned back on the chair, with a helpless look on her face: "Let him go, it hurts so much, it's all over, and I want some peace and quiet!"

"Madam, the master said that if you don't show up, he will send someone to the general's mansion to tell the general and madam about this."

Mo Yi lowered his head almost to the ground, and his voice was almost a whisper, revealing his embarrassment.

He really dared to threaten me with my elderly and frail parents! Ling Mohui's heart seemed to be pierced by a needle. She straightened up suddenly, her sleeves drawing a decisive arc in the air, took a deep breath of the morning chill and the fragrance of the agarwood in the room, suppressed the anger that was almost boiling in her chest, turned around, and walked out of the door with firm steps, each step making a resolute sound.

Inside the room, Fu Yansheng still looked sick, as if even the sunlight dared not disturb his deep sleep. He lay half dead on the bed, his pale face blending into the sheets, and only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

"According to your physical condition, after two days of rest, you should be able to get out of bed and walk around. Why are you still lying in bed like this?"

Ling Mohui's brows were furrowed, her eyes were filled with incomprehensible confusion and a little displeasure, and there was a hint of blame in her words.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng sighed softly, his voice weak but with a hint of subtle cunning, "My head hurts so much that I feel dizzy the moment I stand up. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Madam to help me."

Although Ling Mohui was dissatisfied when she heard this, she couldn't help but move closer to the edge of the bed. She gently placed her slender fingers on his temple and kneaded it slowly. Her movements were gentle but powerful, trying to relieve his discomfort.

"Does this make you feel better?"

Her voice was soft, with a barely perceptible hint of concern.

Fu Yansheng's mouth corners slightly raised, that smile looked particularly lovable in his sick face, "Yeah, much better!"

He seemed to be enjoying this moment of gentle treatment very much.

However, Ling Mohui's patience is not infinite.

As her fingers rubbed gently, her body gradually became exhausted. Fatigue came over her like a tide. Finally, she could not resist it anymore and leaned aside, dozing off unconsciously.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on Fu Yansheng's bed, and he was quietly waiting beside her. When their eyes met, Ling Mohui sat up abruptly and hurriedly checked her clothes. Seeing that they were intact, the tension in her heart gradually subsided.

Considering Fu Yansheng's current state, it is indeed unlikely that he would do anything beyond the rules.

A new day began. Ling Mo went home and had breakfast after a simple wash. Halfway through her meal, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten the precious hairpin in Fu Yansheng's room.

So she turned back immediately, and before she reached the door, Mo Yi's anxious and slightly worried voice floated into her ears.

"Master, your health has obviously improved a lot. Why do you bother Madam with your illness?"

These words, like fuel adding fuel to a raging fire, instantly ignited the anger in Ling Mohui's heart.

It turned out that Fu Yansheng's delay in recovery was intentional, and his purpose was to play a trick on her!

In anger, she kicked the door open without any hesitation, and what came into her sight was the leisurely figure of Fu Yansheng. He was holding a bowl of medicine while nonchalantly playing with her hairpin, with a look of pride like a child after playing a prank.

When Mo Yi saw this scene, his neck shrank unconsciously, and his voice was full of fear, "Master, I will take my leave first!"

Fu Yansheng's face did not show any fluctuations. He just looked indifferently at Ling Mo who suddenly appeared, "Madam, have you finished your breakfast so soon?"

"Fu Yansheng! Do you think it's fun to tease me like this?"

Ling Mo took a few steps back, her anger still not subsided. She knocked over the medicine bowl in his hand, the medicine splashed everywhere, and the room was filled with the aroma of medicine.

Fu Yansheng, however, still looked calm and composed, with his eyelids slightly lowered and his tone calm, "If not for this, how could Madam be so obedient?"

Ling Mohui sneered and snatched her hairpin mercilessly, "Since you have recovered, there is no need for me to stay!"

Having said that, she left without looking back, and her resolute figure left a hint of coldness in the air.

When they returned to Bailingxuan, the sky was just beginning to turn pale. Mo Hua was surprised to see Ling Mohui's return.