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

Chapter 197 The human heart is like a mirror

Ling Mohui declined the kindness. Her mind seemed to have drifted far away, a place she didn't want to touch easily.

The divorce news proposed by Fu Yansheng was like an invisible sword hanging over everyone's head, and who would be the one to be "abandoned" became a hot topic on the streets.

Although Jin Chengyuan was curious, he didn't want to delve into it any further because it was Ling Mohui's private matter after all.

As night fell, Ling Mohui walked out of the Meng Mansion and blended into the night.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the dimly lit streets outside the window, a feeling of resistance to returning to Gu's mansion arose spontaneously.

Just as the carriage arrived at the Grand Secretary's mansion, her thoughts were interrupted by the reminder from the maid Mo Hua.

Ling Mohui stepped out of the carriage and entered the familiar mansion. Before she reached her own residence, Bailingxuan, she was attracted by a roar coming from Yunshan Pavilion.

This sudden change made Ling Mohui stop involuntarily and turn back to the source of the sound.

There, she saw Fu Yansheng, who was disheveled and looked messy, and couldn't help wondering, what kind of drama was about to be staged? His face was slightly drunk, but his eyes were unusually clear, like the brightest star in the middle of the night, revealing an extraordinary calmness and alertness.

Ling Zhiyun was only wearing a light cloak with a thin lining. The cold wind blew, and her sleeves fluttered gently, as if they would be swallowed up by the night at any time.

Her delicate little face was full of grievance and stubbornness: "Sir, I am yours now, how can you bear to abandon me in this vast sea of ​​people!"

"Ling Zhiyun, when have you ever become so despicable as to take advantage of my momentary carelessness to restrain yourself?"

Fu Yansheng's eyes were wide open, like burning torches, but the afterglow in the corners of his eyes inadvertently swept across Ling Mohui, who was silently observing from the side with a somewhat amusement look.

Ling Mohui leaned against the window frame, her eyes looking through the numerous obstacles in the courtyard, as if looking for the imperceptible tranquility in the distance.

"Yan Sheng, the word 'like' is too luxurious for me. What I desire is nothing more than a simple and peaceful life, without any troubles, and living quietly."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled bitterly, "It turns out that I can't even give you the most basic sense of security. But Mo Hui, please give me a chance to prove that I can overturn all obstacles in this world for you."

Ling Mohui shook her head gently. Her tone was full of determination. Every word seemed to knock on the cold ground, echoing endlessly. "Change? People's hearts are like mirrors, and the world is like chess. They are unpredictable. What I am afraid of is that after all this trouble has settled, I will no longer be myself, and you will no longer be the you standing in front of me at this moment."

Fu Yansheng took a few steps forward. Although his steps were light, they were filled with determination that could not be ignored. His eyes were blazing with unprecedented perseverance. "Then, let us change together, whether for the better or for the worse. As long as we rely on each other, there is nothing in this world that we need to fear."

Ling Mohui forced a smile, but the smile did not touch her deep eyes, which were full of complicated emotions. "Between you and me, what separates us is not only misunderstandings and confusions, but also the unforgettable and unavoidable past. The complicated relationship between you and Zhiyun is like an abyss that is difficult to cross easily."

Fu Yansheng sighed softly, his voice low and hoarse, "If it wasn't for the trick of fate, how could I be in such a predicament. Mo Hui, can you believe that in my heart, you are more important than anything in this world?"

Ling Mo turned her back to Fu Yansheng. Although her words were cold, each one of them was weighty. "I am willing to believe in tangible facts, not empty promises. Actions speak louder than words. If you really have feelings for me, prove it to me with your actions."

Fu Yansheng was silent for a moment, and finally slowly opened his mouth, "Okay, I will show you with my actions. But before that, at least allow me to stay by your side as a friend. Compared to being thousands of miles apart and never seeing each other, this is a great comfort."

Ling Mohui did not respond verbally, but just stood there quietly. The night wind blew past, and her clothes fluttered gently. It seemed that her mood also fluctuated with it, swaying in the cool breeze, unable to find a home.

Fu Yansheng did not get a clear answer, but he did not choose to leave. He just stood there, as if he wanted to use his unremitting waiting to melt the long-condensed ice in Ling Mohui's heart bit by bit.

This conversation filled the entire space with an indescribable atmosphere of tension. The future of the two people was just like the boundless night, deep and full of unknowns.

And the trajectory of this emotion seems to change quietly with each of their collisions and concessions.

From beginning to end, Ling Mohui remained sober and rational, and her heart never caused any ripples for Fu Yansheng.

Perhaps compared to his deep affection, Ling Mohui felt more the heaviness and restraint from him, which made her always have an urge to escape.

For her, it was simply a luxury and an impossible fantasy for her to spend her life with Fu Yansheng.

Fu Yansheng's hand on her shoulder trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with reluctance and pain: "Ling Mohui, you once fell in love with me, why can't you turn around and give me a chance to start over!"

"The past should be left in the past. People should always look forward. Frequently looking back will only imprison oneself in the memories of the past."

Ling Mo replied, pushing Fu Yansheng away. Her tone was as cold as ice, leaving no room for maneuver.

After Fu Yansheng left, the maid Mo Hua brought hot water into the room and helped Ling Mo prepare to wash.

"Miss, the uncle seems to be sincere this time. He looked so sad just now. It doesn't seem like he was pretending."

The ink painting speaks softly and is full of concern.

Ling Mohui smiled faintly, with a complicated light flashing in her eyes: "You softened your heart so quickly? You are really easily fooled by a man's love words."

There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, but it could not hide the complex emotions in her heart.

Ling Mohui couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart, and the past scenes kept replaying in her mind. Those cold words, those indifference and disdain were like fine needles, piercing her heart fiercely.

"How did he treat me in the beginning?"

She murmured to herself, her eyes flashing with tenacity that could not be ignored, "Those cold eyes, those harsh words, just because of a little tenderness now, do you want me to throw away all my self-esteem and follow him like before? Can't you have a little backbone!"

These words are full of adherence to self-dignity and are also a complaint against unfair treatment in the past.