The bodyguards took the maid away. Nangong Yehen's face was dark and gloomy, his gaze icy cold. "I want to see that woman before dark!" "Yes, master!" Nangong Yehen stood up, his expression sinister, and even Huo Luan was startled by this dark murderous aura. He strode upstairs, his tall and imposing figure exuding a deadly presence. In Chu Lingzhi's room, on that soft large bed, she lay quietly, her face pale. Nangong Yehen's slender figure walked in, his gaze coldly fixed on the bloodstains on the floor. It was blood that had flowed from her body, now dried, taking on an eerie appearance. He pressed his lips tightly, clenched his fists, his whole being radiating a chilling gloom. Her blood was so precious; he couldn't bear to let a single drop spill. Yet Lin Ling had caused her to lose so much, nearly leading to life-threatening blood loss. Nangong Yehen stared darkly at the beauty on the bed, his chest filled with rage. Foolish woman—wasn't she formidable when dealing with him? How had she ended up like this when facing another woman? He approached the bed, standing there like a deity, looking down at her. With her eyes closed, she had a sickly beauty. This kind of beauty weighed heavily on his heart. Long eyelashes, pale complexion, serene expression... like a fragile crystal doll. He needed to care for her gently, or she might easily shatter. He caught sight of a gleaming necklace under the bed—one of the gifts he had given her today. It had fallen out in Lin Ling's panic. He bent down and picked up the necklace. It was a platinum sapphire necklace, exquisitely crafted and beautifully designed. Like her face at this moment, so lovely it was hard to let go. Nangong Yehen lowered his gaze, glancing at her neck. She was still wearing the cheap necklace he had put on her and the one she had bought. Suddenly, he remembered her words. She said it wasn't that she didn't like diamond necklaces, but because they were too expensive; wearing them out could easily invite robbery. And since she was so beautiful, both her looks and wealth would be at risk... Suddenly, his gaze turned icy and terrifying, like a thousand-year glacier. With a wave of his hand, the necklace he held flew accurately out the window. These expensive necklaces were far less valuable than her life, her blood. He bent down, reaching out to pull off that necklace. But seeing her pale, bloodless face, his heart tightened, and his long, slender fingers gently touched her cheek. Her skin was as delicate as a baby's, and he dared not touch it too hard, afraid of accidentally breaking it. Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, gazing deeply at her, his voice low. "Your vigilance is too weak. It seems I'll need to train you in the future, to make you stronger." He couldn't always stay by her side; when he wasn't there, she needed to know how to protect herself. This time, it was just Lin Ling. If she encountered someone worse, she might lose her life. ... A black sedan stopped in front of the villa. As the door opened, two small figures darted out. Chu Junyu and Nangong Yichen rushed into the living room like rockets. Ouyang Ruobing, unable to keep up with their pace, stood in front of the car, watching Nangong Yichen's figure, a complex emotion flickering in her beautiful eyes. On the surface, he was cold to Chu Lingzhi, but deep down, he cared about her and was worried about her. Knowing she was injured, he barely spoke the whole way, his tense face full of concern and anxiety. In his heart, he had always had Chu Lingzhi as his mother.