si-mexico Chapter 116: Responsibilities as a Wife
Chapter 116: Responsibilities as a Wife
The carriage started and gradually disappeared into the night. The depressing atmosphere in the carriage was suffocating.
Ling Mohui quietly stuck her head out of the window and breathed in the cool night air.
Past experience taught her that it was not wise to argue with Fu Yansheng when he was emotional, so as to avoid unnecessary harm to herself in the end.
"Ling Mohui, is the scenery outside so attractive to you? Pull your head back immediately!"
Fu Yansheng's voice came from behind, cold and unquestionable.
The voice was so cold that it seemed to penetrate the scalp, like a needle tip made of ice, piercing into the bone marrow, making Ling Mohui shiver involuntarily.
Ling Mohui simply lowered the car curtain. Her angry words were mixed with a bit of the coquettishness unique to young girls. She pouted her lips, and her eyes were shining with a light of unwillingness to admit defeat.
"What do you want? Isn't it just that Han Zifeng has a crush on me? I'm a young, lively and lovely girl, and it's normal for someone to admire and like me!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng gently stretched out his slender fingers, which were like warm white jade and rested on the back of her delicate neck. The force was both irresistible and subtle and gentle, pulling her closer to him.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes flashing with danger, and his deep voice carried a hint of threat, "Next time I find you meeting Han Zifeng in private, don't blame me... take some necessary measures."
"What can you do?" Ling Mo glared back warily, the stubbornness in her eyes was like a small flame, trying to illuminate the tense atmosphere.
Fu Yansheng's gaze slowly slid down, finally stopping on her tender lips. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then he suddenly lowered his head, his movements carrying unspeakable dominance and possessiveness.
Ling Mohui was already prepared. She quickly raised her hands, like a frightened deer, and used her hands to build a defense line, "Fu Yansheng! Please stay away from me!"
"Ling Mohui! We are husband and wife. How many times have you rejected me? Don't you have any sense of responsibility as a wife?" Fu Yansheng's voice was filled with helplessness and frustration.
Ling Mo retreated to a corner of the carriage, her face serious, and she fought back sharply, "What about you? Do you have the self-awareness to be a qualified husband? Your heart is fickle, and you fall in love with everyone you see!"
Just as the dispute between the two men was escalating, the carriage suddenly braked to a stop, and the atmosphere inside the carriage froze.
"Sir!" Mo Yi's hurried voice sounded outside the car, breaking the tension.
"What's wrong again?" Fu Yansheng's voice was filled with impatience, and he was obviously in a bad mood because of being interrupted.
"Sir, we...are already here! Aren't you and the young lady going to get off the car?"
Mo Yi's voice came weakly, with a hint of caution.
There was silence in the car, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.
Mo Yi was feeling anxious, thinking that they would have to continue spending the night in the carriage, when Fu Yansheng suddenly opened the curtain, strode out of the carriage with a cold expression.
Ling Mohui smiled with her eyes curved and leaned her head out, forming a sharp contrast with Fu Yansheng's cold and angry expression, as if the warm spring sun was melting the ice and snow, "Mo Yi! Well done!" She patted Mo Yi's shoulder, jumped out of the car with a smile on her face, hummed a little tune, and returned to the mansion happily.
Mo Yi looked at this scene with confusion on his face. He scratched his head, completely confused.
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The next morning, news came from the mansion that a lot of exquisite mooncake gift boxes had been received.
As the Prime Minister of the dynasty, Fu Yansheng naturally had many people who tried to cling to power by giving gifts, and it was common for him to receive small gifts in order to win favor.
Ling Mohui tasted a few pieces out of curiosity, but found that these ancient mooncakes were too sweet, almost cloying on the tip of her tongue.
"Miss, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. Should we take advantage of this opportunity to launch some mooncakes in our pastry shop? Perhaps we can use this opportunity to increase our income."
Mo Hua has recently been following Ling Mohui in managing the store. Both the accounts and operations are handled in good order, and her suggestions are timely and pertinent.
After hearing this, Ling Mohui's eyes flashed with a gleam.
Her "Huichengzhai" is very famous in the capital. If she could come up with some new and unique mooncake flavors, it would not only attract more customers, but she might also be able to make a fortune by taking advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ling Mohui thought and did it. She spent the whole morning in the small kitchen, concentrating on developing new flavors of mooncakes. From the cool and refreshing ice cream mooncakes to the fragrant and silky cheese mooncakes, to the sweet and sour strawberry mooncakes, each one is refreshing.
After Mo Hua and Mo Qi tried the food, their eyes sparkled with surprise. "Miss, are these all your original creations? They are absolutely wonderful!"
Ling Mo smiled brightly and said generously: "If you like it, I can teach you how to make it myself next time!"
It was not until dusk that an unexpected visitor arrived at the mansion.
"It's Miss Fenchan! If it's inconvenient for you to meet her, I can politely refuse her for you." Moqi suggested considerately.
Ling Mohui shook her head slightly, "No need, Fenchan and I have never really talked to each other. Since she took the initiative to come to me, there is no harm in meeting her."
So Ling Mo returned to the main room and told Mo Qi to bring Fen Chan in.
Although Fenchan was born in the dusty world, her behavior and words did not show any lowliness or inferiority. She had a graceful figure and a noble temperament in her actions. She bowed respectfully and said in a gentle voice, "I pay my respects to the young lady."
"Thank you for coming to visit me, but I have already exempted you from the formality of greeting. Why should you be so polite again?"
Ling Mohui took a sip of tea, her eyes revealing a hint of deep meaning, and she secretly thought that there must be a reason for Fen Chan's visit this time.
When Ling Mohui nodded slightly and motioned for Fenchan to sit down, Fenchan sat down on the exquisitely carved wooden chair without any restraint, her posture revealed a sense of neither servility nor arrogance: "Young Madam has a keen eye, so I will speak frankly."
"Young Madam, have there been any conflicts between you and the Prime Minister recently?" Fen Chan's tone was mixed with concern and caution.
Ling Mohui lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she responded in a murmured voice: "In this case, isn't it just a chance for you to show off? You should work harder to serve him, so why did you come to me instead?"
Fen Chan shook her head gently, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was as soft as the spring breeze: "My Lord is not an ordinary person. I am so ordinary that I am afraid it will be difficult for me to enter his eyes. My Lord's heart has always been on you, Madam."
Ling Mohui raised her eyes slightly when she heard this, a trace of suspicion flashed in her eyes, and she looked directly at Fenchan: "Are you here to plead for him?"
"If your Excellency is feeling depressed, we servants will inevitably suffer as well. Only when your Excellency smiles, can Fenchan and others live in peace, isn't that right?" Fenchan spoke frankly, with a frank look on her face.