My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage
Chapter 141 - 142: A New Plan

Chapter 141: Chapter 142: A New Plan

After lunch, Lin Fuying, thinking of how Ye Yunting had not planned to divorce her, felt somewhat distracted. She found an excuse to keep Ye Yunting there.

"Prince, if you have nothing to handle this afternoon, why not stay here and rest for a while? Yingying will massage your shoulders and beat your back."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yunting thought briefly and then agreed.

Little did he know, Lin Fuying had other plans.

Using the excuse of personally going to make tea, Lin Fuying whispered to Dong Yue, "Bring out my favorite essential oil."

Dong Yue looked startled.

"Hurry up," Lin Fuying urged, watching Dong Yue run off, a dark gleam flashing across her eyes.

She had been in the War God Residence for quite some time, yet the Prince had not favored her as he had the others. That little bitch Chu Nanli could even bear the Prince’s seed, but despite being his favorite, she hadn’t even gotten her first time, How could she not overthink?

Now, realizing the Prince still harbored feelings for Chu Nanli, she knew she had to capture his heart completely by any means necessary, including using a child to ascend further.

It wasn’t long before Dong Yue returned with the essential oil.

Lin Fuying stayed in the side room, applying some on her neck and collarbone.

It was said that this essential oil on the body drove men irresistible. Alas, its exorbitant price had always deterred her from using it. If not for the desperation Chu Nanli’s presence caused her, she wouldn’t have thought to seek favor under the daylight without better preparation.

Thinking this, Lin Fuying’s hatred for Chu Nanli grew even more.

Entering the chamber, she found Ye Yunting already lying down on the soft couch, fully clothed, holding a bamboo slip, his profile strikingly handsome.

"Prince, Yingying made you wait," Lin Fuying called softly, her heart fluttering.

Ye Yunting looked over at her, his tone gentle, "Not for long."

Lin Fuying walked over, thinking about asking the man to rest his head on her lap after sitting down, then leaning down herself—wouldn’t that position easily lead a man’s thoughts astray?

However, just as she was about to act, Ye Yunting sat up.

"Yingying, you’ve been troubled," he said.

Lin Fuying paused, remembering she had mentioned giving Ye Yunting a massage.

"..."

Lin Fuying, grinding her molars, brewed a cup of tea for Ye Yunting and then began massaging his shoulders.

But as she massaged, her hands gradually reached toward the opening of Ye Yunting’s clothes, yet the man’s demeanor remained unchanged.

Lin Fuying clenched her teeth, about to bend over and offer herself.

As waves of scent invaded his nostrils, Ye Yunting’s mind went back to that day—pinning Chu Nanli against the wall and the medicinal fragrance he smelled.

Immediately, he pushed Lin Fuying away unconsciously.

Lin Fuying was stunned, "Prince?"

"I just remembered there’s an important matter to handle."

With that, he stood up and left.

The room fell deadly silent.

After a long while, Lin Fuying screamed and smashed the teaware on the table.

When Dong Yue ran in, trembling, Lin Fuying still hadn’t regained her composure, and said darkly, "Didn’t I ask you to bribe a maid from Chuxiang Garden? If she still can’t be useful to me, chop off her brother’s fingers and send them to her."

Dong Yue paled, quickly agreeing.

"Yes."

As soon as Dong Yue left, Lin Fuying went to find Bai Wuheng.

Through indirect questioning, she got the answer she wanted.

"If a woman miscarries, she usually resumes her menstrual cycle about a month later."

Back in her own courtyard, Dong Yue had already returned.

"Master, she agreed to help you monitor Chu Nanli."

A cold gleam crossed Lin Fuying’s eyes.

Less than a month had passed since Chu Nanli’s miscarriage, but it was approaching soon.

"Tell her to pay close attention these few days, watch whether Chu Nanli gets her period."