Ouyang Ruobing looked at Nangong Yichen with a complex expression. "Yichen, will you ever love your mommy so much that you forget about me, your mother?"
Nangong Yichen shook his head, his tone firm. "No!"
Seeing the certainty on his handsome face, Ouyang Ruobing felt a surge of emotion.
She crouched down to meet his gaze at eye level.
Taking his little hands in hers, she looked at him with kindness and tenderness. "Yichen, are you worried that I might affect the relationship between your daddy and mommy?"
Nangong Yichen shook his head again. "Not worried!"
If two people's feelings were genuine and deep, no third party could destroy them.
A relationship that could be easily broken wasn't true love.
Ouyang Ruobing smiled, curious. "You have that much faith in me?"
Nangong Yichen gave an elegant, faint smile. "It's not that I have faith in you, Mom. It's that I have faith in Lingzhi."
Ouyang Ruobing paused, a faint pang tugging at her heart like a thread being pulled.
She hadn't expected Nangong Yichen to say that—
Nangong Yichen's clear gaze was like pure water droplets, shimmering with bright light.
He looked at Ouyang Ruobing and said, "Mom, a relationship that can be destroyed isn't real love. If two people are together without true feelings, they won't grow old together."
Ouyang Ruobing was inwardly startled. The words made sense, but coming from Nangong Yichen, it was truly surprising.
He was only a five-year-old child; he couldn't possibly understand the complexities of adult relationships.
"Yichen, do you think your daddy and mommy will grow old together?"
Nangong Yichen blinked, his long, curled eyelashes as fragile and beautiful as cicada wings.
He thought for a moment before answering, "Yes!"
From his understanding of Nangong Yehen, he wouldn't lower himself to care for and watch over a woman.
But he had done that for Chu Lingzhi, and he even wanted to make her stronger. That showed she was different to him.
Chu Lingzhi wasn't like other women who only cared about his fame and status.
A woman like that would be liked by anyone who spent time with her. At the same time, she was easy to envy.
Ouyang Ruobing smiled, though her smile carried a hint of sadness, it was as beautiful as a flower.
"I hope they can grow old together too, and that you and your daddy will be happy."
Nangong Yichen looked at her deeply. "Mom, Nangong and Lingzhi will be happy, and you will be happy too."
"For you, I will definitely be happy." Ouyang Ruobing gently touched his soft, pink cheek.
"Let me go! Please, let me go! Have mercy on me..."
Suddenly, a woman's abrupt cries interrupted them.
Ouyang Ruobing straightened up, and she and Nangong Yichen turned to look.
They saw two bodyguards dragging a woman into the villa. The woman was struggling and shouting nonstop.
Seeing this, they didn't need to guess who she was.
Nangong Yehen was about to deal with the servant who had harmed Chu Lingzhi.
Ouyang Ruobing wanted to stay and see how Nangong Yehen would handle Lin Ling.
But she thought better of it—this was Nangong Yehen's business, and as an outsider, she shouldn't pry.
Just as she was about to say goodbye to Nangong Yichen, he took her hand and looked up at her with a handsome smile. "Mom, let's go take a look."
Let her see what Nangong did for Lingzhi, and she wouldn't look back anymore.
Ouyang Ruobing hesitated for a moment before staying.
"Daddy, the woman who hurt Mommy has been caught."