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

Chapter 180 Throw Him Out

Ling Mohui narrowed her eyes slightly, with a playful smile on her lips: "Sister, you are really in a good mood. Xia Ranran was beaten beyond recognition, and you are still in the mood to appreciate the flowers here. Why don't you go visit your good friend?"

His words were full of insight into and sarcasm about Ling Zhiyun's thoughts.

Ling Zhiyun had a faint smile on her face, but a shrewd look flashed in her eyes: "Congratulations, sister, you have been granted a title, it is really a cause for celebration."

Her tone was as calm as water, without any emotion in her voice.

"No need! I can't accept your congratulations!"

Ling Mohui snorted lightly, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and then she left gracefully, leaving Ling Zhiyun sitting there alone, the petals tightly held in her hands had unknowingly shattered into pieces.

Ling Zhiyun looked at Ling Mohui's back as she walked away, and thought to herself: Ling Mohui, don't be too proud too soon, let's just wait and see!

The sun was setting in the west, the clouds in the sky were like fire, and Fu Yansheng took steady steps and stepped into the threshold of the poetic Bailingxuan.

The breeze blew by, bringing with it a fresh scent of flowers, adding a touch of leisurelyness to this quiet evening.

Ling Mohui was enjoying dinner in the courtyard. There were a few dim candles beside her, illuminating her profile, making her look particularly soft.

Occasionally she looked up at the bright moon in the sky, with a look of detachment and tranquility in her eyes.

The corner of her eye accidentally caught Fu Yansheng's arrival, and she said calmly, "Since you helped me win the honor of the imperial decree this time, I will not expel you tonight, but you should be sensible and leave after dinner."

Fu Yansheng's eyes looked even deeper under the candlelight, and contained a hint of tenderness that was hard to detect. He slowly pulled over a chair and sat down in front of her with an elegant posture: "Is it so difficult to have dinner together?"

Ling Mohui smiled faintly and handed him a plain porcelain bowl: "Eat, and help yourself when you're done!"

Fu Yansheng held the bowl in both hands, his movements appearing respectful and humble, as if he was a practicing monk accepting alms.

"Ling Mohui, can't we just have a few words calmly?"

Fu Yansheng put down the bowl in his hand, his tone gentle, with a hint of desire in his eyes.

"What else can we talk about between us except divorce?"

Ling Mohui's tone was still light, as if she was talking about something insignificant. "When will the divorce you promised be realized?"

"Don't worry, it will be soon."

Fu Yansheng seemed to pick up a peanut nonchalantly while filling his glass with wine. There was an indescribable loneliness in his every move.

"Why are you asking for an imperial decree for me? Don't think that you can erase the past grudges by doing a good deed."

There was a hint of warning in Ling Mo's words, reminding Fu Yansheng not to take chances.

Fu Yansheng sighed softly, his eyes gentle: "There have been a lot of rumors in the capital recently, I just don't want you to be wrongly accused because of this. You don't need to care too much."

Ling Mohui pursed her dry lips and said nothing more, but complex emotions flickered in her eyes.

Fu Yansheng was drinking alone facing the moon. Peanuts and wine became his only companions at the moment. Unconsciously, he was already a little drunk. His hand unconsciously grabbed Ling Mohui's skirt, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness.

"Ling Mohui, I know I owed you too much in the past. Don't I have a chance to start over?"

There was a hint of pleading in his words, and a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Fu Yansheng, if you continue to act like this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Ling Mohui's patience seemed to have reached its limit. Obvious anger appeared on her face. She hurriedly called Mo Hua, Mo Qi and other maids, and after some effort she finally let go of Fu Yansheng's hand.

However, when she lowered her head to check, she found that her skirt had been torn. She frowned involuntarily, and a feeling of helplessness and disgust surged in her heart.

This guy! If Fu Yansheng didn't pick a fight with her one day, he would feel uncomfortable all over, as if he had to stir up some trouble to make life interesting!

"Throw him out!"

Ling Mohui frowned, her tone full of anger, as if she wanted to pour out all her anger.

"Miss, are you really planning to throw your son-in-law out of the mansion without any courtesy?"

The maids looked at each other in disbelief and started talking in low voices.

"Will it be...Will it be not so good? After all..."

The other maid hesitated to speak, obviously worried that this action was too much and would cause unnecessary trouble.

"What's wrong with that? If he's really capable, he can just solve the problem himself. If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility!"

Ling Mo waved her hand back with unquestionable determination, and then Fu Yansheng was respectfully but firmly ushered out of the carefully manicured courtyard by several servants.

She didn't have too many worries in her heart, because she knew that Ling Zhiyun paid close attention to family affairs, and would rush over to take care of things if there was any sign of trouble.

And those loyal people like Yingmo and Mo Yi who were hiding in the dark would never sit idly by and watch their son-in-law lie alone outside the door all night without lending a helping hand.

In fact, Fu Yansheng did spend a sleepless night outside the gate of Bailingxuan, accompanied by the cool autumn breeze.

The morning light was just breaking, the sky was turning pale, and as soon as Ling Mohui opened his eyes, he heard the news that had kept him lying down all night.

"He's still lying outside? Where's Ling Zhiyun? Why is no one taking care of him?"

Ling Mohui's heart tightened and she asked questions rapidly.

"Mrs. Yun went to the temple to pray for the family yesterday evening and will not be back until three days later!"

The maid replied quickly.

"Then...what about Yingmo and Moyi? Didn't they care?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Ling Mohui's tone.

"They happened to be on holiday last night and went out for drinks together!"

The maid's voice became smaller and smaller, and she obviously realized that the situation was not good.

Does this mean that Fu Yansheng really spent the entire night outside the door?

"In fact, the lady was walking in the garden in the morning when she accidentally found him unconscious. She hurriedly sent him back to his room and asked a doctor to come and treat him."

The maid added that the cool breeze of the autumn night was undoubtedly a severe test for Fu Yansheng, who had a weak constitution.

"Never mind him! He was the one who shamelessly refused to leave and even tore my new skirt!"

Ling Mohui was indignant, and it was obvious that she was still upset about Fu Yansheng's behavior.

As soon as the voice fell, a maid hurried in and reported: "Young Madam, the master wants to see you."

"Tell him I'm not feeling well and let me have some rest!"

Ling Mohui had no time to deal with Fu Yansheng. There were still mountains of accounts piling up in her shop, waiting for her review.

Huichengzhai's business was booming during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they are currently planning to open a branch. Ling Mohui is very busy.

After getting up and washing up in the morning, she plunged into her work and did not return home until the sun was high in the sky and at noon.

"Mo Hui!"

As soon as she stepped into the mansion, Ling Mohui ran into Zhang head-on.