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

Chapter 114 She is just a substitute

Ling Mohui nodded silently and watched Zheng Jiaxuan leave resolutely.

The afternoon sun shone through the leaves as she set out on her journey home alone. On the way, she suddenly decided to check on her own shop.

The shops that she had reorganized were now doing a booming business, and as Ling Mohui inspected them, she felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

However, just as she was about to return to her mansion with satisfaction, she unexpectedly met the mysterious Han Zifeng again on the street, and the thread of fate seemed to begin to subtly intertwine again.

"Mo Hui, what a coincidence?"

Han Zifeng's voice unexpectedly rang out in the bustling street, with a hint of imperceptible surprise.

"It's indeed a coincidence!" Ling Mo responded with a faint smile, but an elusive emotion flashed across her eyes.

"I have to go to the jewelry store, so I can't accompany you!" After she finished speaking, before Han Zifeng's gentle smile could fully unfold, she quickly turned around and lightly stepped into the threshold of an elegantly decorated jewelry store.

He thought to himself that if Han Zifeng was really a member of the royal family, it would be better for him to get away from him as soon as possible, so as not to be caught up in the complicated and unpredictable vortex of the palace and get into trouble, which would be a loss.

Inside the store, a wide variety of jewelry sparkles under the soft lights.

Ling Mohui seemed to be looking around casually, but in fact she was keeping an eye on the movements outside the store. She estimated that Han Zifeng's footsteps had gradually faded away, and then she prepared to leave quietly.

However, as if fate had deliberately planned it, as soon as Ling Mohui stepped out of the store, she bumped head-on into Zhang Xiyue, who had a surprised look on her face.

Their eyes met, and for a moment a subtle sense of tension filled the air.

"Ling Mo is back? Do you still have the leisure time to shop here leisurely?"

There was obvious mockery in Zhang Xiyue's tone, "I heard that your brother is going to marry Ling Zhiyun. I'm afraid your proud days are coming to an end." Her face seemed a little distorted by the sarcasm in her words.

"Zhang Xiyue, even as a married woman, you still can't control your temper."

Ling Mo had no intention of getting entangled with him, and her tone was flat but a little distant.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiyue grabbed Ling Mohui's sleeve, with a fierce look in her eyes: "Even if I'm married, don't dream of getting your cousin's favor in this life. Ling Zhiyun is just a substitute... She's dreaming! None of you can win his heart!"

Ling Mohui gently shook off Zhang Xiyue's hand, her brows revealing impatience: "Have you said enough? You just want to remind me that Fu Yansheng has Zhang Yueying in his heart, right?"

"People's hearts are fickle, and the world is unpredictable. Time can erase all traces. Even the deepest feelings cannot resist the erosion of time, and one day they will vanish into nothing."

Before Zhang Xiyue finished speaking, her eyes widened in surprise, "You... know Zhang Yueying?"

Ling Mohui raised the corner of her mouth slightly, with a hint of disdainful pride: "Not only do I know her, I have also witnessed her elegance with my own eyes."

"Perhaps his initial choice was due to his longing for Zhang Yueying, but please believe that one day, Ling Zhiyun will replace Zhang Yueying's place in his heart. As for you... you will get nothing in the end!" There was unquestionable firmness in her words.

In this emotional entanglement, Zhang Xiyue's appearance seemed to have been part of the script for a long time, and the following conversation was revealing a little-known secret.

"Absolutely impossible! My cousin's love for Zhang Yueying is so deep that you and I cannot fathom it. His heart will always be reserved for me. Ling Zhiyun is just a substitute, and as for you... you are even more insignificant. My cousin will never open his heart to others easily. This is absolutely impossible!"

Ling Mohui's eyes became sharp, as if she had caught some clues in Zhang Xiyue's words.

It turns out that the driving force behind Zhang Yueying's forced marriage far away was actually Zhang Xiyue herself.

She sneered and revealed the truth: "I'm not sure whether Fu Yansheng's heart has changed, but you... it's impossible. You planned the harm to Zhang Yueying yourself."

"No! Ling Mohui, all this is because of you, you vicious woman! If it weren't for you, how could I be forced to leave the Grand Secretary's Mansion, and even seeing him would become a luxury!" Zhang Xiyue's eyes burned with flames of anger, and she wished she could tear the person in front of her to pieces.

Ling Mohui looked at Zhang Xiyue's loss of control with an almost indifferent attitude: "Zhang Xiyue, listen to my advice, your life now is comfortable. If you can be content with what you have, it will be good for both you and me. Otherwise, not to mention Fu Yansheng, you may even lose Zou Boyuan who is by your side!"

After saying this, she pushed Zhang Xiyue away mercilessly, turned around resolutely, and left behind a lonely and proud back.

Zhang Xiyue stared at the figure that was walking away. In addition to jealousy, she was more unwilling: "What I can't get, no one else can get. Zhang Yueying is like this, Ling Zhiyun is like this, and you, Ling Mohui, are also like this!"

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Ling Mohui slowly pushed open the shop door and stepped out lightly. The breeze blew by, bringing a breath of fresh air.

Outside the door, an exquisite carriage had been waiting for a long time. The body of the carriage was shiny black, and the golden patterns sparkled in the sunset. The horse's breathing was long and regular, as if it was looking forward to the beginning of the journey.

With a light shout from the driver, the carriage started slowly and drove towards the bustling Shengtianxing Street District.

The streets are lined with shops and bustling with people, but all these scenes become blurred and distant as the car curtains sway gently.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped moving and a slight commotion broke the silence inside.

Ling Mohui was slightly surprised, then she gently opened the curtain, and saw the tall figure of Han Zifeng in front of her. He stood quietly under the carriage, his face as calm as water, and his eyes seemed to contain some elusive emotions.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Han Zifeng's voice penetrated the dusk and reached Ling Mohui's ears. She couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away the tiny beads of sweat on her forehead due to surprise. She muttered to herself in her heart that this man was so direct when they met, which caught her off guard.

"Hey, Master Han, I just suddenly remembered that I didn't check your arm injury two days ago. Since we met by chance, I wanted to give you acupuncture treatment while I was there."

Ling Mohui quickly adjusted her thoughts and cleverly changed the topic in an attempt to ease the sudden embarrassment.

Han Zifeng didn't make it too difficult when he heard it. He just nodded slightly, then gracefully made an invitation and led Ling Mo back into Shengtianxing.

As the door slowly opened, a faint fragrance wafted towards you. The room was elegantly decorated with flickering candlelight, adding a bit of warmth to this unexpected meeting.

During the treatment, Han Zifeng applied acupuncture meticulously while casually saying, "I'm still waiting for your answer."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Mohui's fingers seemed to be affected by this sudden topic and trembled slightly.