"What a pity." "Indeed, a pity. If I find him, I'll make sure he descends into hell." A flicker of malice crossed his face. Nangong Yehen smiled faintly, his demeanor elegant. "The Suspended Pearl is a calamitous treasure. Those who seize it should have anticipated such an outcome." Gong Liye watched Nangong Yehen with a faint, wordless smile, his unfathomable gaze impossible to read. Nangong Yehen met his eyes, his smile deepening. "But those who possess it may not escape hell either." At this, Gong Liye's expression soured slightly. "Young Master Nangong seems to be in good spirits." "All thanks to my maid for keeping me entertained." "Your maid is quite beautiful." That stunning face flashed through Gong Liye's mind, still leaving him captivated. Nangong Yehen smiled faintly. His woman was indeed beautiful, a sight for sore eyes. The two elegant men wore smiles, as if enjoying a lively chat about life. But every word that left their lips was laced with deadly intent. In the room, Chu Lingzhi couldn't help but admire the confrontational undertone of their exchange. After a lavish breakfast, Gong Liye's convoy departed the Nangong Estate in grand style. Nangong Yehen and Huo Luan personally saw them off at the estate's gates. Once the convoy had left, Gong Liye's bodyguard asked resentfully, "Young Master Gong, are we really heading back to K City like this?" "What else?" Gong Liye raised an eyebrow, his gaze cold. He leaned back in his seat, relaxed yet exuding a chilly elegance. "In T City, who else but Nangong Yehen could have the skill to erase all traces?" Gong Liye sneered. "Without evidence, are we supposed to settle here?" Paper can't wrap fire. Sooner or later, Nangong Yehen would show his true colors. He thought darkly to himself: one day, he would make Nangong Yehen a dead man. **** "I've been cooped up in the room for two days—it's suffocating!" Chu Junyu came clattering down the spiral staircase. Nangong Yehen walked in from outside, his tall frame betraying a hint of weakness. "Daddy!" Chu Junyu rushed over, grabbing his hand with concern. "Sit down, let Mommy heal your injuries." Nangong Yehen's brow showed signs of exhaustion. He glanced at Chu Junyu, then looked up at Nangong Yichen, who was slowly descending the stairs. A perfect smile curved his lips. "Two days stuck indoors—must be driving you crazy, huh?" Chu Junyu didn't answer but changed the subject. "Gong Liye's finally gone. Having him around made me feel uneasy all over." Chu Junyu and Nangong Yichen didn't want Gong Liye to know of their existence, so they'd locked themselves in their rooms for the past two days. A man as ambitious as Gong Liye would surely harbor ill intentions if he learned of them. Of course, they both knew that someone as sharp as Gong Liye would eventually find out about them—it was only a matter of time. "Go outside and get some fresh air. Daddy's heading upstairs." Nangong Yehen patted Chu Junyu's head with a smile. "Daddy, is your injury serious? Should we go to the hospital?" Chu Junyu looked up, his clear eyes filled with worry as he gazed at Nangong Yehen. "With your mommy here, does Daddy need another doctor?" Nangong Yehen chuckled. Nangong Yichen came down, his indifferent gaze fixed on Nangong Yehen's face. His complexion wasn't good, and his exhaustion was barely concealed. Nangong Yehen started up the stairs, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and quickly grabbed the railing. He frowned deeply, suppressing the sudden surge of agony in his chest.