Lin Ling lay motionless on the ground. Her eyes were wide open, filled with terror. A bullet had struck her head, blood oozing from the wound, trickling slowly down. The spot where she was shot was exactly where Chu Lingzhi had been injured.
Ouyang Ruobing watched Nangong Yehen with a complicated expression. From her angle, she could only see his silhouette. When he raised his arm and aimed the gun at Lin Ling, he looked like an invincible god of death—cold and merciless. For Chu Lingzhi, he didn’t hesitate to kill—
“Nangong Yehen, you…” Chu Lingzhi looked up, stunned, staring at him.
Nangong Yehen withdrew the hand holding the gun and instead wrapped it around her waist. He lowered his head, frowning. “Didn’t I tell you to lie down and rest up there?”
“Why did you kill her?” Chu Lingzhi’s gaze wandered over his handsome face. He was terrifying like this, inspiring fear in anyone who saw him.
Nangong Yehen’s expression was impassive. “She deserved to die.”
“She only hurt me over some jewelry. That’s not a reason to kill her.”
“Whether she lives or dies is for me to decide!”
So domineering, so cool! Chu Junyu silently admired his father in his heart.
“You treat human life like dirt!” Chu Lingzhi said displeasedly. She glanced at Lin Ling. Her death was horrifying. She turned her face slightly, unable to look again.
To Nangong Yehen, this gesture made her seem like a frightened little woman burrowing into his arms. He looked down at her. Her long, curled lashes set off her slightly pale face, making her look even more beautiful and fragile than a porcelain doll. His heart stirred involuntarily. He pulled her closer and curled his lips. “Some people’s lives are more important in my eyes.”
“Like me and Yichen!” Chu Junyu raised his hand and jumped in front of them. With one smile and one sentence, he instantly dispelled the bloody, eerie atmosphere. He looked up, grinning at Chu Lingzhi. “Mommy, as long as we’re important in Daddy’s heart, that’s enough. Don’t worry about the others.”
Nangong Yehen smiled faintly and reached out to ruffle Chu Junyu’s hair. “Clever son.”
Chu Junyu beamed even more brightly and handsomely at the praise. Then he turned and, mimicking Nangong Yehen’s usual manner, waved at Huo Luan and the other bodyguards. “Drag her away, clean up the scene, and remember to disinfect.”
“Yes, Young Master!” Huo Luan obeyed promptly, leading the bodyguards to clean up the scene.
“…” Chu Lingzhi looked at Chu Junyu with a strange expression. “Chu Junyu, do you know what you’re doing?”
Chu Junyu spread his hands. “Telling them to clean up the scene.”
“Is that something you should be doing?” Chu Lingzhi scolded him with a glare.
“Mommy, didn’t I tell you? When I grow up, I want to be the City King.” Chu Junyu grinned at Nangong Yehen. “I need to practice Daddy’s kind of presence now.”
“You’re not fit to be the City King!”
“If I’m not fit, who is?”
“Yichen has more presence than you!”
Chu Junyu’s expression immediately shifted to one of exaggerated grievance. “I knew you favored the little old man.”
“This is a matter between us men. Go upstairs and rest.” Nangong Yehen put away his gun and turned, pulling her along.
Chu Lingzhi pulled away from his embrace. “I can walk on my own. I’m not an old woman.”
Nangong Yehen’s eyes flickered, and he smiled. “I hope that decades from now, I’ll be able to help you, an old woman, walk like this.”
Chu Lingzhi’s heart softened at his words, as if the most tender part of her had been gently touched by a warm hand.