"I never do anything without benefit, and I certainly don't fight battles I'm not sure of winning."
"Did you investigate me?" Chu Lingzhi thought back to their encounter in the elevator and stared at him in shock.
Nangong Yehen narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her with amusement. "You're quite clever."
Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat. He really had investigated her?
That meant their meeting in the elevator was deliberately arranged by him?
All to get close to her like this?
With his status, anything he wanted, he could obtain without fail.
Especially women—if he wanted her, he could just come straight to her door, and she wouldn't have the power to resist. Why bother scheming to approach her like this, even offering her five million?
Chu Lingzhi gazed at his flawlessly handsome face, so beautiful he seemed to have stepped out of a painting.
A man this perfect, this close up, felt almost like a dream.
"Why do you insist on me being your mistress?" Chu Lingzhi asked softly.
She thought of Chu Junyu, thought of the memories she had lost.
Her heart tightened painfully. Could those memories be connected to him?
The thought startled Chu Lingzhi, and her rosy cheeks turned pale.
She looked at Nangong Yehen in shock. Had they known each other before?
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You haven't answered my question." Chu Lingzhi forced herself to stay calm.
"Simple. I've seen your file."
Chu Lingzhi's heart clenched. "And then?"
"You graduated with a degree in medicine, skilled in your craft." He tapped her nose lightly. "They say you could even bring the dead back to life."
Chu Lingzhi smiled faintly. "Master Nangong flatters me too much." If she could revive the dead, would she be in such a sorry state?
When she smiled, it was like a hundred flowers blooming—stunning, dazzling, breathtakingly beautiful.
Nangong Yehen's eyes glimmered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he looked at her. "A woman I don't flatter isn't worthy of being my mistress."
Chu Lingzhi's mind wandered, still wondering if they had ever known each other before.
Hearing his words, she replied casually with a light laugh, "Since you flatter me so much, why not just marry me?"
Being a mistress was too degrading.
Nangong Yehen paused, his elegant brows arching high as he looked at Chu Lingzhi with an unfathomable, deep gaze.
Chu Lingzhi had only said it offhandedly; she didn't care about his reaction.
"Heal my wound," Nangong Yehen said in a low voice.
Chu Lingzhi looked into his eyes. "Master Nangong, you're not looking for a female doctor to be your mistress, are you?"
Nangong Yehen smirked. "No need to tell you."
Female doctors were everywhere; he could easily pick one at a hospital.
"..." Chu Lingzhi pursed her lips and said nothing. Fine, don't tell me—I don't care to know the reason anyway.
"Heal my wound."
"You don't even have a wound." How was she supposed to treat him?
"I do." Nangong Yehen pressed his hardness against her.
"..." Chu Lingzhi was speechless. He was being perverted again.
Feeling his heat, she almost wanted to bang her head against the headboard and be done with it.
"Master Nangong, are you a stallion?" Chu Lingzhi asked, looking at him with a hint of disdain.
"Stallion?" Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering in his eyes. "What's a stallion?"
"Someone who's overly virile and sleeps with any woman." Since he didn't even know what a stallion was, she felt even more contempt for him.