The next day, they went downstairs together.
Seeing her, Nangong Yehen immediately put on a dark face.
Chu Lingxi was used to it; he was always that cold.
When they arrived at the dining room, Lin Ling had already prepared breakfast for them.
The breakfast was very light—plain congee and wheat bread.
Just as Chu Lingxi sat down to eat, Nangong Yehen spoke coldly, "Feed me!"
Chu Lingxi and Lin Ling, who was standing respectfully nearby, were startled.
The mighty and imposing City King actually wanted someone to feed him congee?
Chu Lingxi pursed her lips. Childish, throwing a tantrum at her.
Lin Ling, of course, was more than willing to feed Nangong Yehen his congee.
If Nangong Yehen allowed it, she’d even be happy to polish his shoes, let alone feed him.
Seeing Chu Lingxi not moving for a while, she thought Nangong Yehen meant for her to do it.
So she stepped forward cheerfully, her voice so sweet it gave goosebumps, "Young Master Nangong, let me feed you."
Before her hand could touch the bowl of congee, Nangong Yehen suddenly shot her a cold glare, his voice icy, "Get out!"
Lin Ling trembled, her face instantly turning pale, feeling deeply wronged.
Her eyes reddened, she withdrew her hand resentfully and walked out of the dining room with a wounded heart.
Chu Lingxi was also startled by his icy demeanor.
Was it just because she hadn’t let him have his way last night? Did he have to act like that?
Her period had come; how could she let him?
"Young Master Nangong, you shouldn’t be so rude to a girl." She stood up, walked over, and picked up his bowl of congee.
"Let me feed you."
Dealing with a man who was both childish and domineering really made life tough.
Chu Junyu, why do you have to have a father like this?
Picking up the spoon, she scooped up a spoonful of congee and shoved it into his mouth without even blowing on it.
Nangong Yehen’s face turned dark and menacing, glaring at Chu Lingxi as if he wanted to devour her.
The congee came, and he opened his mouth.
"Pfft..."
The congee in his mouth sprayed all over Chu Lingxi’s face.
The heat from the congee grains made her wince. She held the bowl, sitting there stunned.
Could someone tell her what just happened?
"Are you trying to scald me to death?" Nangong Yehen’s already grim face turned even more terrifyingly cold.
He clenched his fists, glaring at her with murderous intent, as if he wanted to strangle her.
"I didn’t know it was that hot." She simply hadn’t expected the congee to be so hot.
Chu Lingxi sighed inwardly, put the bowl down, turned, and went into the kitchen to wash her face.
Nangong Yehen gritted his teeth in fury, losing all appetite.
He stood up and left the dining room.
Just as he reached the living room, he saw Ouyang Ruobing rushing in with a worried look.
He furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze turning cold.
Seeing him, she quickened her pace, stopping in front of Nangong Yehen, her tone tense, her eyes full of concern as she scanned him.
"Yichen said you were injured. Where? Is it serious?"
Nangong Yehen’s face was dark, his voice harsh, "I won’t die."
Hearing this, Ouyang Ruobing’s heart ached, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, as long as you’re okay..."
She had received a call from Nangong Yichen, learned he was injured, and rushed over without another word.
On the way, thinking of him bleeding, her heart ached unbearably.
Why did he always get hurt like this?
Nangong Yehen gave her a cold glance, then walked over to the sofa and sat down.
His coldness made Ouyang Ruobing deeply sad.
She came over, sat beside him, her beautiful face full of concern, "Nangong, I want to see your wound."
Nangong Yehen turned his head to look at her, sneering sarcastically, "And if you see it, will it heal instantly?"