ebookland Chapter 39 Hickey
Chapter 39 Hickey
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she obviously regarded Fu Yansheng in front of her as an illusion in a dream.
Fu Yansheng was speechless for a moment when faced with Ling Mohui's nonsense and could only respond with silence.
"Fu Yansheng, let me tell you, even if you saved me, I would not be grateful to you. I advise you to divorce me as soon as possible."
Ling Mohui suddenly became serious and spoke in a resolute tone, as if under the influence of alcohol, pouring out everything in her heart.
Fu Yansheng looked at her deeply, his eyes intertwined with coldness and inquiry. He said in a deep voice: "Can you really accept this? Isn't this the goal you want to pursue with all your heart?"
When Ling Mohui heard this, a complex emotion flashed across her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
She straightened her back and met Fu Yansheng's gaze, her tone firm and cold: "Of course I am willing, I am almost smiling, Fu Yansheng, listen carefully, I am no longer the same person I used to be. For me, losing you is worse than losing a little red horse!"
Her words were powerful, and every word revealed her indifference and alienation towards Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng's frown relaxed slightly after hearing Ling Mo's answer, and an elusive emotion flashed in his eyes.
He looked at the woman in front of him who was talking without restraint due to drunkenness and asked, "You got so drunk just for a horse?"
This sentence is both a question and a self-talk, which contains the author's confusion about Ling Mohui's behavior and deep thinking about the subtle changes in their relationship.
In this solemn and majestic mansion of the Grand Secretary, what Ling Mohui felt was not dignity and glory, but endless indifference and oppression.
The carved beams and painted buildings, the golden and magnificent decoration, every detail showed the prominent status of the owner of the mansion, but in her eyes, all this was like an elaborately painted cage, so cold that there was no warmth at all.
Her eyes were filled with undisguised boredom and helplessness. "This place, to me, is just a gorgeous prison."
The name Fu Yansheng was like an invisible thorn, deeply piercing her heart.
She raised her head, her eyes were as firm as torches, and she looked straight at him without hesitation, "Fu Yansheng, in this life, even if I fall in love with a cat or a dog, I will never have any attachment to you!"
Fu Yansheng's face instantly turned as dark as iron, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were flashing with anger.
His clenched fists trembled slightly in his sleeves, and the knuckles turned white due to excessive force, which was a sign that the long-suppressed anger was about to explode.
"Shut up!" he shouted, his voice piercingly cold.
However, Ling Mohui did not back down. Instead, she straightened her back and said, "I won't shut up! I'm drunk and will say all the things I dare not say normally! Let me tell you, Fu Yansheng, in my heart, you are simply an insignificant existence... um..."
Before he could finish his words, a sudden silence enveloped the room.
Ling Mohui was surprised to find that her lips were covered with something soft. It was Fu Yansheng's lips, which were slightly cool.
He kissed her deeply, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and pain into this kiss.
His lips moved gently along her neck, greedily sucking in the faint fragrance emanating from her skin.
Ling Mohui couldn't help but gasp softly, her heart beating like a drum, and her body trembling slightly in the unfamiliar emotions.
However, just as the kiss deepened, Fu Yansheng suddenly opened his eyes.
The fire that had been burning in his eyes was extinguished in an instant, replaced by endless shock and panic.
Ling Mohui, she is Ling Mohui!
How could he possibly desire her so much?
How could he have such feelings for this woman whom he should have treated with indifference?
Fu Yansheng immediately sat up after realizing his own loss of composure. The heat in his eyes instantly cooled down, leaving only a cold rationality.
He was about to leave, but when he turned around, he accidentally knocked over the basin in Mo Hua's hand.
The water splashed everywhere, wetting his clothes and breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.
Mo Hua hadn't noticed anything unusual happening in the room yet. She just knelt down in panic and apologized: "It was all my carelessness. Please don't be angry, sir."
Her voice was trembling, and she was obviously frightened by this sudden change.
Fu Yansheng did not respond. He just coldly brushed off the water drops on the corner of his clothes, then walked away quickly without saying a word, leaving a mess behind him.
Mo Hua looked up and saw that his young lady's collar was disheveled, revealing her snow-white skin, with several distinct kiss marks on her neck.
She took a deep breath, and doubts flooded her mind.
What exactly happened in the room just now?
Miss and uncle... those kiss marks, could it be...
The next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, illuminating Ling Mohui's peaceful sleeping face.
She woke up slowly, sat in front of the bronze mirror and combed her hair, and accidentally discovered several red marks on her neck.
The red mark was as bright as a petal, contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin, making it particularly eye-catching.
"Moqi, what's going on with the red marks on my neck?" Ling Mohui asked in confusion. She lightly touched the marks with her fingers, and a subtle sense of strangeness arose in her heart.
Mo Hua cleverly chose to conceal the truth, and even Mo Qi did not reveal the truth: "The young lady was drunk last night, and she might have scratched herself accidentally."
Her voice was calm as usual, without the slightest fluctuation, as if everything that happened last night had never happened.
"Really?" Ling Mohui was skeptical, but the red marks did not look like scratches. Coupled with the headache and fuzzy memory after the hangover, she could only accept this explanation for the time being: "I guess I was too drunk last night and bumped into something."
"Find me a dress with a higher neckline." Ling Mohui ordered, with a barely perceptible hint of sadness in her eyes.
Although Ling Mohui deliberately changed into a dress with a higher neckline in an attempt to cover up the marks on her neck, as long as she lowered her head slightly, it would be faintly visible at the edge of the neckline.
When she went to pay her respects to Zhang as usual, Zhang's sharp eyes instantly caught the slightest hint of something strange.
Zhang's face was calm, but there was a hint of subtle joy in her eyes. She pretended to be calm and said, "Thank goodness, you were all safe last night. You must be more careful when riding horses in the future. Safety comes first."
While speaking, he seemed to be very concerned, but in fact his emotions were already rippling quietly.
After Ling Mo retreated respectfully, Zhang could no longer suppress her inner excitement and anxiously called for Nanny Liu, who had served her for many years.
At this moment, Zhang's eyes were shining with uncontrollable joy.
"Madam Liu, please go to the most famous medicine shop in the city and get me some yin-nourishing and kidney-tonifying herbs." Zhang's words were full of anticipation and excitement.
When Aunt Liu heard this, she was confused for a moment, "Madam, who are you preparing this medicinal meal for?"
Zhang's lips curled up into a satisfied smile, and she whispered, "Of course it's for Yan Sheng's child. It seems that he has finally come to his senses and knows how to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband."