How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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Bind your feet. He was afraid of forcing Jiang Wu too hard, afraid that she would get hurt, afraid that she would really have an emotional breakdown, or that she would be stimulated to have a poisonous attack.
　　Thinking about it later, I might as well kill Mo Yangzhou at that time.
　　Kill him, just kill him, without giving that man an opportunity to take advantage of him and take root in Jiang Wu's life.
　　He just wanted to make Jiang Wu happy, even if the happiness was not given by him.
　　But this also pushed him into a morbid cycle.
　　When Jiang Wu is unhappy, she will go to that man and get comfort from that man. No matter how careful Chu Ling is, she can't stop her from seeing that man.
　　He could only deliberately not think about how those two people got along in private.
　　There will be no closer contact, which is Chu Ling's bottom line.
　　But once, he followed Jiang Wu and saw her parked next to Mo Yangzhou's small house. It was raining that day, and the woman was wearing a light green dress. Even from such a distance, Chu Ling could feel the lightness of her footsteps.
　　After she stepped up the steps, she put away her umbrella and raised her hand to lock the door. After a while, the door was opened, and a girl's face was revealed.
　　They didn't know what they said, but Jiang Wu had a smile on her face. She followed the girl into the house, and the smiling man stood waiting in the house.
　　Then the back door was closed, cutting off Chu Ling's sight. But the thoughts in his mind began to ferment.
　　That little girl is a pearl, he already knows it. Even though there is no memory, even if they don't know each other, the relationship between mother and daughter seems to be natural.
　　They are a happy family inside the door, but who do you think you are outside the door?
　　He recalled that year in Tonghuai, when he was sitting in a carriage on the bridge, watching the two people leaving together.
　　The same is true, only oneself is isolated.
　　Chu Ling's hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened more and more. He never regretted that he had snatched this person away. All he regretted was his arrogance, his underestimation of his feelings, and his wrong judgment of their future.
　　If he had known this, he should have used more secretive methods and been more patient. He should have planned their lives from the beginning.
　　Chu Ling waited until Jiang Wu came out of the house. Then he followed her back to her house.
　　They met outside the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
　　Jiang Wu seemed to be hesitating about something at that time, and Chu Ling could even hear her sighing quietly. It was as painful as it was for her to come back here.
　　"Sir." The maid next to her noticed her first and hurriedly saluted. So Jiang Wu also turned around and looked over.
　　She also quickly saluted: "Sir."
　　She was not very good at hiding her emotions at that time, and Chu Ling could easily see the panic in her eyes.
　　"Where have you been?"
　　When he asked, the woman seemed even more guilty, but she still smiled at him: "It's just... Princess Qingyang got some good tea, and she invited me to taste it. ."
　　Chu Ling didn't say anything, just looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
　　Jiang Wu felt guilty when he saw him. In a panic, she held his arm and asked with a smile: "Did your Excellency just come back from the palace?
　　" I intentionally wanted to branch out from this topic.
　　Chu Ling lowered his head and glanced at her hand holding his arm. I vaguely remembered that when they were still sweet, she was like this too. When she was in a good mood, she would be waiting for her to return home, holding her arm warmly.
　　At this moment, he saw his slightly distorted face in the woman's smiling eyes, so he turned his head and said hum.
　　Jiang Wu didn't notice, and she didn't care about her emotions. She was just glad that she didn't notice, thinking that she had escaped a disaster.
　　Chu Ling heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became a little more sincere.
　　"What a coincidence," she said with a smile without letting go of her hand, "Then let's go home together."
　　Go home.
　　Her casual words smoothed Chu Ling's heart, which was wrinkled with soreness, again.
　　Yes, this is her home. Chu Ling even began to think that at least she regarded this place as her home, and at least she still remembered that he was her real husband.
　　Jiang Wu seemed to have put a harp in his heart, and the strings were playing in her hands, whether to make herself happy or sad, it all depended on her thoughts.
　　Chu Ling took her hand down, and then held the soft and warm little hand before she was about to take it back.
　　Now, it is different from that time. She is now his wife.
　　***
　　It took Chu Ling five years to finally let Beiyao release Chu Yan back.
　　He knew that because of this, Jiang Wu had a deeper misunderstanding of him, but he could not defend himself.
　　He needs to continue to play the role of a heartless man, and he cannot let Jiang Wu become emotional towards him.