Chu Junyu walked in, speaking excitedly.
"How do you plan to punish her?" Chu Lingzhi asked, looking at Nangong Yehen.
Nangong Yehen gazed deeply at her. "You lie here and rest. I'll go downstairs to take a look."
"Make her repent."
"I'll handle it myself." Nangong Yehen left with Chu Junyu.
Watching their tall and small figures disappear, Chu Lingzhi's expression grew complicated.
Just now, when she leaned on his shoulder, why did it feel like leaning on her grandfather's shoulder?
Now that he was gone, why did her heart feel empty?
Could it really be, as he said, that back then she fell in love with him at first sight?
Then seduced him, and ended up pregnant with his child?
After giving birth, afraid he would take the child, she fled with Chu Junyu?
Otherwise, before she passed out, why did she see herself fleeing in panic with a child in her arms?
Chu Lingzhi sighed. If she truly had fallen for him at first sight back then, even if she felt nothing for him now, living together like this in the future, she would still fall in love with him.
Today, she was already moved by him.
In front of the main entrance of the downstairs living room.
Lin Ling knelt there, trembling, with two bodyguards exuding a murderous aura standing behind her.
The scene made Lin Ling look like a criminal awaiting execution at the guillotine.
Nangong Yehen came downstairs, his expression sinister, his gaze icy, like a dark demon.
Seeing him, Lin Ling trembled even more violently, her face pale, her eyes full of terror.
"Master Nangong, please spare me..."
"You injured my woman. Do you think you still deserve to live in this world?" Nangong Yehen sneered.
Chu Junyu curled his lips. He loved his father's domineering tone.
"I was confused at the time... I know I was wrong... I know I was wrong..."
Confused? What a ridiculous excuse.
Nangong Yehen turned his head and glanced at Huo Luan.
Huo Luan immediately presented a black pistol, speaking respectfully, "Master, all the jewelry has been recovered and is in the living room."
"Hmm." Nangong Yehen toyed with the gun in his hand.
Chu Junyu looked at him in surprise. Was he going to kill Lin Ling for his mother?
"Do you want to leave?" Nangong Yehen looked down at him.
Seeing the gun in his hand, Lin Ling was so terrified her mouth fell open, unable to speak.
She only knew she was about to die. Nangong Yehen was going to kill her—
Chu Junyu glanced at Lin Ling, a hint of coldness flashing in his clear eyes. "No need."
He wasn't afraid of such bloody scenes. He didn't need to leave, and this woman deserved to die.
His mother had barely survived with a mild concussion. If this woman had had a sharp weapon or used more force, would his mother still be alive?
Women like this might beg for mercy now when scared, but they would still commit such acts in the future.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, a glint of approval flashing in his cold eyes. "Truly worthy of being my son, Nangong Yehen."
He raised his arm, aiming the gun at Lin Ling.
"No... no..." Lin Ling stared in terror at the dark muzzle, her whole body trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind.
"Harming even a single hair on my woman means losing all four limbs. You nearly took her life. If I, Nangong Yehen, spared you, how could I live up to my reputation?"
These words were overheard by Chu Lingzhi, who was walking down the stairs.
Chu Lingzhi held the railing, standing there, her heart stirred.
So, he protected her like this.
Bang!
A gunshot snapped her back to reality.
Chu Lingzhi reacted with a start, ignoring her headache, and quickly walked down to rush to Nangong Yehen's side. When she looked, her face changed drastically.