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

Chapter 115 I'm in Love with You

"Hiss——" With the slight sound, Han Zifeng frowned slightly, as if he felt the discomfort at that moment.

"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment and didn't control my strength well."

There was a hint of caution in Ling Mohui's tone, her eyes flashing with apology and caution, and she was particularly concerned about Han Zifeng's reaction.

"Ling Mohui, your behavior is very different from your usual self."

Han Zifeng frowned slightly, and a gleam of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

Finally, the acupuncture was over. Seeing this, Ling Mohui breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, gently moved to the rosewood chair beside her and sat down, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, sipping it leisurely: "So, Master Han's visit to the palace to meet the emperor today, is this also very common?"

Hearing this, Han Zifeng was stunned. Obviously he did not expect Ling Mohui to ask this question, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The imperial palace is an important place, not something that ordinary people can set foot in. As a businessman, how could you get the opportunity to meet the emperor?" Ling Mohui asked with a bit of curiosity and temptation.

Han Zifeng raised his lips slightly, revealing a bit of confidence in his laughter: "It's just because I have the title of Royal Merchant."

Ling Mo returned a doubtful look, carefully savoring this identity. Indeed, this explanation seemed reasonable.

"Is it true?" She was still a little unsure.

"How could it be false? Do you think I'm a hidden royal relative?"

After Han Zifeng finished speaking, beads of sweat appeared on his back and there was a hint of barely perceptible nervousness in his tone.

Ling Mo smiled and patted his shoulder, looking as if she had suddenly realized something: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought you were hiding some shocking secret."

"How is that possible?" Han Zifeng chuckled, and his mood seemed to lighten up.

However, Ling Mohui suddenly said seriously: "If you are really a member of the royal family, I should avoid suspicion. The elders in my family are all officials in the court. I need to be careful to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Han Zifeng raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid that the one who should be most worried about this matter is you, Fu Yansheng, right?"

Ling Mohui heard this and waved her hand to indicate that she didn't care: "What does his life or death have to do with me?"

Just then, a sudden exclamation interrupted their conversation.

Ling Mo looked up and saw Fu Yansheng standing in front of the door without her noticing. The tea in his hand accidentally spilled out of shock, and he looked incredulous.

"Didn't you go to the Censorate? Why are you here?" Ling Mohui seemed quite surprised.

Fu Yansheng glanced at Han Zifeng with a joking look on his face, "You are so happy chatting, if I don't interrupt, will you forget that you have a family?"

Ling Mohui regained her composure, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and said calmly, "I promised Manor Master Han that I would help him treat his old arm injury."

Fu Yansheng sat opposite Han Zifeng, exuding a majestic aura that should not be underestimated: "Master Han, Mohui is my wife after all. It is inappropriate for her to treat other men outside. I hope you can find someone else."

Facing Fu Yansheng's strong opposition, Han Zifeng seemed unusually calm, without any sign of oppression in his expression: "I have absolute trust in Mo Hui's medical skills. Apart from her, no one else can make me feel at ease!"

Fu Yansheng's expression suddenly became solemn, and a barely perceptible sternness was revealed between his brows: "If her shallow medical skills were to be made public, wouldn't it be a disgrace to herself and a laughing stock? If Master Han really needs this, I am willing to personally introduce the imperial physician to him to ensure that the medicine can cure the disease."

Hearing this, Ling Mohui raised her eyebrows, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Fu Yansheng directly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "Hey, do you think that everyone in this world is like you, and ignores my medical skills? The fact that Master Han is willing to accept my treatment is a great affirmation of my ability. He himself has never had the slightest doubt, so what right do you have to make decisions for me here on your own?"

"Ling Mohui, you are such a naive guy!" Fu Yansheng's voice trembled slightly with anger, his eyes were fixed on Ling Mohui, but because of his momentary indignation, his words were stuck in his throat and he could hardly continue.

"What exactly is it? Don't use your own narrow vision to speculate about others. Master Han is definitely not the kind of villain who generalizes and only knows how to calculate." Ling Mohui raised a scornful smile at the corner of her mouth and fought back mercilessly.

Hearing this, Fu Yansheng snorted coldly: "You're saying I'm a scoundrel?"

Then, he turned to Han Zifeng abruptly, and questioned him in an unquestionable voice: "Han Zifeng, do you dare to be honest in front of us? You have no feelings for Ling Mohui at all?"

Ling Mohui looked at Han Zifeng calmly and stared at him. Although she felt unhappy about being teased, she also understood that it was just a reflection of his romantic and unrestrained nature.

She thought to herself, if he really has feelings for me, it’s simply unbelievable!

After all, how could Han Zifeng, a man who plays around with the world and never stops for anyone, change just for me?

Han Zifeng slowly raised his eyes, his deep eyes locked onto Ling Mohui, his tone firm and serious: "I do have feelings for her!"

"Han Zifeng, clear your mind of all the random thoughts before you speak. Are you trying to harm me?"

Ling Mohui was filled with anger and asked almost out of control.

She came with good intentions to heal his wounds, but unexpectedly she was plotted against, which made Ling Mohui feel angry and puzzled.

Han Zifeng, on the other hand, showed an indifferent attitude and turned his gaze towards Fu Yansheng: "I am interested in her and I am in love with her, so what can I do about it?"

Ling Mohui was shocked and incredulous when she heard this: "You are really crazy!"

"Ling Mohui, you heard that, didn't you?" Fu Yansheng stood up suddenly and grabbed Ling Mohui's wrist without resistance. "You think people's hearts are too simple. You don't know that people's hearts are hard to predict."

After saying that, Fu Yansheng almost half dragged and half pulled Ling Mohui away from the bustling and noisy Sheng Tianxing.

Night has quietly fallen, and an exquisite carriage is waiting outside the door.

Ling Zhiyun was still standing there. When she saw Fu Yansheng holding Ling Mohui's hand tightly and walking out of the auction house, the smile on her face froze instantly, turning into confusion and astonishment.

"Yan Sheng! We..."

However, before Ling Zhiyun could finish, Fu Yansheng had already pushed Ling Mo back into the carriage, turned to face Ling Zhiyun, and said apologetically: "Zhiyun, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't keep your appointment tonight. Your second sister and I have some things that must be resolved privately."

"Oh, there's no need to change your plans because of me. Can't we talk about it later?"

Ling Mohui didn't want to disrupt the arrangements between Fu Yansheng and Ling Zhiyun because of herself.

"Anjing, get in!" Fu Yansheng's eyes were as sharp as ice. After one glance, Ling Mohui had no choice but to return to the car silently.

"Zhiyun, it's getting late. You should go back first. I will come to find you another day."

As soon as Fu Yansheng finished speaking, he turned around and jumped onto the carriage, ignoring Ling Zhiyun's lost and lonely figure outside the carriage.