si-mexico Chapter 133 She was wrong, so wrong
Chapter 133 She was wrong, so wrong
Ling Mohui was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.
Fu Yansheng clearly knew that she might have recovered, but he still chose to pretend not to know, and even stood on her side and accused Ling Zhiyun of testing him.
This favoritism and blind trust made Ling Mohui feel mixed emotions.
And Ling Zhiyun seemed to wake up from a long dream at this moment.
It turned out that she was wrong, extremely wrong.
In this emotional entanglement, Fu Yansheng's position was so obviously inclined towards Ling Mohui that the unwavering love she expected seemed to have never really belonged to her.
Fu Yansheng's feelings for Ling Mohui are more than just shallow?
It is a kind of emotion that has already penetrated deep into the soul and is hard to give up, strong and profound!
Ling Zhiyun suppressed the jealousy in her heart, her voice was gentle but couldn't hide the slight trembling: "My husband is right, Zhiyun is indeed too anxious about my sister's illness."
The consideration and understanding she deliberately displayed were like a gentle spring breeze, making people feel a little bit of pity for her.
As soon as Ling Zhiyun finished speaking, a barely perceptible bitterness flashed across her eyes, but she still maintained a smile. How could this attitude not make people feel nervous?
Fu Yansheng's eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything. He stared at Ling Zhiyun quietly, then turned and took Ling Mohui's hand, and left with firm steps, leaving behind a complicated and indescribable figure.
On the way back to Bailingxuan, Fu Yansheng suddenly quickened his pace. He turned around and easily trapped Ling Mohui on the threshold. The distance between them suddenly shortened, and the air seemed to freeze.
"What are you doing? Have you forgotten the distinction between high and low and have no scruples at all?"
There was some panic in Ling Mohui's tone, but more of it was confusion and accusation.
Fu Yansheng reached out and gently lifted her chin. His eyes were like deep pools. His breath gently brushed across Ling Mohui's delicate face. "Today is our big day. Are you willing to let me face the empty bridal chamber alone?"
Ling Mohui raised her voice involuntarily upon hearing this, and asked, "Then why don't you go find Ling Zhiyun? Why are you looking for me?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's movements suddenly became tough, and he hugged Ling Mohui tightly in his arms, his tone full of unquestionable determination: "Ling Mohui, from now on, without my permission, you can't leave my sight for even a step!"
Ling Mohui struggled to break free, her words revealing impatience: "You want to interfere in everything. Do you also need to know when I go to the toilet? Why do you need to report your whereabouts to me?"
Her resistance seemed so weak, like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, unable to be shaken at all.
Fu Yansheng's almost paranoid entanglement is like a sticky piece of taffy, which is both annoying and helpless.
"I'm tired and want to rest. Don't disturb me!" Ling Mohui said almost imperatively.
The doctor's instructions flashed through Fu Yansheng's mind. Knowing that adequate sleep was crucial to Ling Mohui's recovery, he no longer forced it.
"Okay, you rest assured, I'll be here to watch over you."
His tone was gentle as he gently placed her on the bed, his movements showing care and concern that could not be ignored.
Ling Mohui was stunned for a moment. If she had not witnessed his domineering behavior with her own eyes, such a heartwarming scene would have made her heart beat fast.
However, the cracks of the past had already been created, and her soft heart towards Fu Yansheng was no longer easy to regain.
So, Ling Mohui chose to ignore it, closed her eyes and rested, and soon fell asleep due to exhaustion.
After a good night's sleep, when Ling Mo opened her eyes, it was already dawn and Fu Yansheng was nowhere to be found.
She got up, washed, and was about to eat when her maid Moqi presented her with an exquisite invitation, interrupting the morning tranquility.
"Whose family is having another happy event?" Ling Mohui asked herself doubtfully.
There seem to be a lot of weddings in the capital recently, but when she unfolded the invitation, she was stunned!
Yuan Fangfang's name was prominently listed. She was the protagonist of the wedding?
Ling Mohui had mixed feelings. Without time to think about it, she immediately ordered Mo Hua to prepare the carriage and decided to go to the Zhongqin Earl's Mansion to question Yuan Fangfang face to face and solve this sudden mystery.
The Duke Zhongqin's mansion naturally did not dare to neglect the Prime Minister's wife's sudden visit, and everyone was busy giving her a warm welcome.
When Ling Mo returned home, Yuan Fangfang was still in a dream.
"Madam, you are the young lady's closest friend. Please try to persuade her. She has been...sigh..."
The maid's words were evasive and her face was full of worry, but Ling Mohui could tell from her hesitation to speak that Yuan Fangfang had been having difficulties and torment recently. Her heart was in turmoil, filled with concern and anxiety.
Ling Mohui pushed the door open and walked in, "Yuan Fangfang! The sun is shining on your butt, get up quickly!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down on the chair, crossed her hands on her knees, her eyes gentle but with a hint of severity that could not be ignored, and she stared quietly at the lazy figure on the bed.
Yuan Fangfang turned over lazily in her bedding, as if she wanted to stay with Zhou Gong for a while longer, but was finally awakened by Mo Hui's voice.
She slowly turned her head and saw Ling Mohui sitting upright with a blurry look. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Mohui, when did you come? How come I didn't notice it at all?"
Ling Mohui's face didn't show much expression, but her eyes were filled with deep concern. "Tell me, did you stay up late playing cards last night, or did you go out for a drink?"
After hearing this, Yuan Fangfang stretched out her hand to rub her slightly messy hair, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she sat up straight, "Hey, you guessed both right!"
"I heard that you are getting married?" Ling Mo suddenly changed the subject and asked a heavyweight question.
Yuan Fangfang's movements suddenly froze.
After a long silence, she finally nodded slightly and replied softly: "Yes, I want to get married."
"Have you really thought it through? Yuan Fangfang, marriage is not a game you can enter and exit at will. If you decide to marry the one from the Jin family, it means you must completely give up all your fantasies about Mr. Huai. Can you bear such a sacrifice?"
Yuan Fangfang smiled bitterly, with a complicated look in her eyes. "What if I can't figure it out? It's like my life has never been completely controlled by myself. The world is like a chess game, and I can only do my best."
"This world is indeed unpredictable, and not everything can go as planned. But if we can't even control our own hearts, then if you marry him, you will not only ruin yourself, but you may also hurt innocent people. That Mr. Meng will also be to blame."
There was a hint of pain in Ling Mo's words. It was the profound lesson she learned from Fu Yansheng's experience, and she didn't want to see her friend make the same mistake again.
Yuan Fangfang raised her head and her eyes met Ling Mohui's firmly. "Mohui, thank you so much for telling me this. Don't worry, I, Yuan Fangfang, am not the kind of person who drags things out. Since I have decided to marry Jin Chengyuan, I will naturally bury all the past feelings deep in my heart."