allonlinenovel Chapter 127 Return to the General’s Mansion
Chapter 127 Return to the General’s Mansion
Fu Yansheng turned to Ling Mohui in disbelief, and found that the resentment in her eyes seemed to have been replaced by anger, and he felt mixed emotions.
He thought that if she could really forget those painful memories, it might be a relief.
"Mohui, no matter what you become, I will never despise you. Come back with me and let us start over."
Fu Yansheng held Ling Mohui's wrist tightly, fearing that this rare opportunity would pass by in a flash.
Han Zifeng, however, was like an insurmountable barrier, and interrupted coldly, "The doctor said that she needs to rest so that she can recover faster."
Then he said to Ling Mohui gently: "Mohui, let me take care of you, okay?"
Ling Mohui's eyes moved between the two of them, and finally seemed to have made a decision, "Dad! You've been working so hard these past few days, let my own son take care of me."
Han Zifeng was silent, and so was Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng felt mixed emotions, not knowing whether he should be happy or feel aggrieved, but in the end he chose to accept it, because as long as Ling Mo was willing, he was willing to do anything.
"Come on, Mohui!" he called softly.
Ling Mo smiled and patted his head, pretending to be stern and said: "You have no respect for your elders, you should call me daddy!"
Fu Yansheng gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, but on the surface he nodded obediently, "Okay, whatever you say."
As night fell, the sleep-aiding incense was relit in the room, and Ling Mohui soon fell asleep.
Although Fu Yansheng had a complex feeling of gain and loss in his heart, he was unwilling to leave and chose to stay by her bed until the first ray of morning light penetrated the curtains.
The next morning, when Ling Mohui saw Fu Yansheng lying on the bed and woke up in a daze, she blinked and gradually recalled what happened last night.
"Fu Yansheng?" she called softly, suddenly realizing the absurdity of her own behavior last night and couldn't help but laugh at herself.
Oh, why did she treat Fu Yansheng as her son?
What kind of strange dream is this? I should prepare more medicine next time, just in case!
But then she thought that this illusion that almost took her life was not worth trying again.
What's more, the opportunity to make Fu Yansheng lose face is rare, how could he let it go so easily?
Thinking of this, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the story of a new day seemed to be about to begin again.
She decided to continue playing his dad!
Just as Ling Mohui's thoughts were churning in her mind, Fu Yansheng slowly opened his heavy eyelids, as if he had just broken free from a long dream.
"Mohui, are you awake?" Although his voice was soft, it was difficult to hide the fatigue in his tone.
Several consecutive nights of sleeplessness caused a barely perceptible dark shadow to appear in the corners of his eyes, adding a hint of haggardness and weakness to his already handsome face, making his eyes appear even deeper and more blurred.
Ling Mohui quickly rolled her eyes, a sly look flashed across her eyes, and then she gently slapped Fu Yansheng's head with her palm, making a crisp sound: "Come on, call me daddy!"
Fu Yansheng sighed lightly, and that sigh seemed to contain helplessness and a hint of imperceptible doting.
He pursed his lips, as if he was suppressing an emotion that was about to burst out: "Okay, are you hungry? Have some breakfast first, and I'll take you home after that."
Ling Mohui did not refuse. She knew clearly in her mind that she had been staying at Han Zifeng's place in the Mountain Resort for many days. Although she felt like home, it was not a place where she could stay for long.
However, after going through all this, the General's Mansion, which was once as warm as spring, became vague and distant in her heart, no longer the harbor she could rely on at will.
"Please send me back to the General's Mansion. I want to see my parents."
There was unquestionable determination in Ling Mohui's voice and her eyes were shining with longing and yearning for home.
"Father and mother? Mo Hui, do you mean that you don't remember that Han Zifeng is your father?"
Fu Yansheng frowned slightly, with a complex emotion in his eyes, "Are some memories starting to come back?"
Oops! I let it slip by mistake!
Ling Mohui secretly thought that something was wrong, but on the surface she remained calm, with a faint smile on her lips, pretending to be relaxed and saying: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could my father become Han Zifeng? If you make such a joke again, believe it or not, I will ask your grandfather to teach you a lesson!"
Seeing this, Fu Yansheng could only smile helplessly: "Okay, you have breakfast first, I'll come back to pick you up after I finish some things."
With a bit of anxiety and impatience, Fu Yansheng stepped out of the door and went straight to Guo Yueshan's residence.
At the same time, Han Zifeng happened to be in Guo Yueshan's room.
"Doctor Guo, you said Ling Mohui can remember her parents, why can't she remember me?"
There was a hint of loneliness in Han Zifeng's voice. He obviously didn't want to live under a false identity forever.
When Guo Yueshan heard this, he was surprised at first as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and then he couldn't help but sneer out loud. The object of his laughter was clearly Fu Yansheng, who had an embarrassed look on his face.
"Doctor Guo, have you had enough of the jokes?" Fu Yansheng suppressed his anger and reminded coldly.
Guo Yueshan quickly put away his playful expression, coughed lightly, and realized his previous misconduct. He immediately put on a serious expression: "This is actually a good sign. It means that Miss Ling's memory is gradually recovering. She no longer confuses Han Manor Master as her father. It means that her recovery process has begun."
Fu Yansheng clenched his teeth, his voice revealing an urgency that could not be ignored: "How long will it take for her to completely recover her memory?"
Guo Yueshan pondered for a moment and gave a conservative estimate: "No more than half a year. After all, blood is thicker than water. The Prime Minister needs to wait patiently."
Although Fu Yansheng was unwilling, he had no choice but to accept this established reality.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, he took Ling Mo back home.
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The carriage slowly stopped in front of the towering gate of the general's mansion. Inside the mansion, everyone in the Ling family had already heard the news and came out. Ling's father, Ling's mother, as well as Ling Chuyun and his wife, all had a beaming look on their faces, with a mixture of expectation and worry.
"That's great! I knew that our Mo Hui was blessed with good fortune and returned safely!"
Ding's face was filled with relief, and her words were filled with uncontrollable joy and relief.
Ling's mother almost rushed forward and hugged Ling Mohui tightly in her arms, her voice choking with sobs: "You scared me, child... You've suffered, my baby."
Thinking about Ling Mo's return, which was more or less related to Ling Zhiyun, Ling's mother's eyes became complicated and profound when she saw Ling Zhiyun, filled with a mother's unique reproach and love.
"Zhiyun, why don't you thank your second sister quickly? If it weren't for her, how could the matter be resolved so smoothly this time?"
There was a hint of authority in Ding's tone that could not be refuted.