She looked up, startled, at Nangong Yehen. Could he really have fallen for her? Watching their figures ascend the stairs, Ouyang Ruobing’s expression was sorrowful. She had completely lost hope. From start to finish, Nangong Yehen hadn’t even glanced her way. And his last words pierced her heart like a needle, plunging her into despair. She had clung to a sliver of hope before, but now even that was shattered. So, in his heart, he was already thinking of spending a lifetime with Chu Lingzhi. Nangong Yichen sensed her grief. He lifted his cold, strikingly handsome little face and gazed deeply at her. Ouyang Ruobing lowered her eyes to meet his clear gaze, forcing a faint smile. “You’re right. They’re the ones truly destined for each other.” “Mom, I know Nangong well,” Nangong Yichen said, looking at her intently. Ouyang Ruobing understood his meaning. Even without asking, she knew what he wanted to say. She gently and affectionately stroked his head, smiling. “Mom knows. Mom truly wishes them well.” “Let’s go inside.” “No,” Ouyang Ruobing shook her head with a smile. “Mom is heading home.” “Alright, Mom, goodbye.”
At that moment, the servants were cleaning Chu Lingzhi’s bedroom, wiping away bloodstains and disinfecting. So she had no choice but to go to Nangong Yehen’s bedroom. She sat on the bed, watching him at the desk. He seemed busy, working on his laptop. She didn’t dare disturb him, afraid that if she accidentally provoked him, he’d send a bullet her way. The thought of Lin Ling’s death was still terrifying… Even sitting quietly at the computer like this, his presence was overwhelmingly powerful. Still, he looked more handsome like this than ever before. She hadn’t studied him closely earlier, but now, bored, Chu Lingzhi let her gaze wander from his eyebrows to his lips. So, his features were this exquisitely perfect. Like a masterpiece meticulously carved by an artist, with no flaw to be found. The only flaws were his cruelty, roughness, wildness, and terrible temper. His tapping fingers finally stopped. On the computer screen appeared a pearl that radiated a dazzling, brilliant light in the darkness. He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the pearl. It was the legendary priceless treasure, with a history of a thousand years. Now in the hands of Gong Liye, the king of K City. Rumor had it that since this Suspended Pearl emerged in the world, people had been fighting over it. Passed down for a millennium, the battles it sparked still raged on. Gong Liye had obtained it by killing its previous owner and snatching it from him. Why was this pearl so coveted that some would risk their lives for it? Because it not only emitted a radiant glow but also a unique fragrance. Placed in a living room or bedroom, the entire space would be filled with its scent. Those who had possessed the Suspended Pearl and smelled its aroma felt refreshed, with smooth and rosy complexions. Thus, there was a bizarre legend about the Suspended Pearl: if you slept with its scent for a long time, you would never age. Of course, this claim had never been proven. Because no one had ever owned it for long. Some would get it, barely warm it in their hands, only to be killed by another enemy. Now that it was in Gong Liye’s hands in K City, within the same country, the ambitious Nangong Yehen naturally wanted it. “Come here,” he said, glancing up at Chu Lingzhi.