"Mom, with Lingzhi by Nangong's side, you can rest assured. She knows medicine." Nangong Yichen said, looking at Ouyang Ruobing.
His words carried a hidden meaning, and Ouyang Ruobing understood.
She felt a slight surprise. Chu Lingzhi knew medicine?
No wonder she had handled Nangong Yehen's wounds so skillfully and calmly earlier, without even a furrow of her brow.
Even professional doctors in a hospital would frown at such a terrifying wound.
Yet she remained so composed, not even a twitch of her brow.
Ouyang Ruobing cast an admiring glance over Chu Lingzhi. No wonder Nangong Yehen only wanted children with her.
The wind blew gently.
It brushed against her face like Chu Junyu's little hand caressing her cheek.
On a normal day, strolling leisurely like this, admiring the flowers in the estate, and enjoying the soft breeze would lift her spirits to match the beautiful scenery.
But now, thinking of Nangong Yehen, Chu Lingzhi couldn't muster any cheer.
"Are you worried about Nangong?" Ouyang Ruobing asked, sensing her heavy heart.
"I feel for him." There was worry, but more than that, a deep ache.
She couldn't quite explain it herself—seeing Nangong Yehen like this made her heart ache for him.
It was like seeing Chu Junyu or Nangong Yichen hurt or sick.
"I feel for him too." Ouyang Ruobing said, her face clouded with sorrow.
Chu Lingzhi looked up and gave her a deep glance.
Ouyang Ruobing, tinged with sadness, was strikingly moving.
She remembered that Ouyang Ruobing had been present when Nangong Yehen had his episode.
Maybe seeing her had triggered him so much that he vomited blood.
Deep down, he still loved her; otherwise, seeing her wouldn't have made him so agitated he bled.
"I understand." Chu Lingzhi smiled faintly.
What woman wouldn't ache for the man she loved in such a state?
"I once thought I was the woman who gave the most for Nangong. But since meeting you, I've been thoroughly outdone." Ouyang Ruobing said with a bitter smile, looking ahead.
Chu Lingzhi was startled: "Outdone in what?"
Ouyang Ruobing gave her a meaningful look. "You've given more for Nangong."
"..." Chu Lingzhi nearly choked on her saliva.
When had she ever given anything for Nangong Yehen?
Her heart? Her true feelings?
Her youth? Her money?
None of it!
"Nangong has plenty of wealthy and powerful women around him, but he lacks someone like you." Ouyang Ruobing said.
"Explain that?" Chu Lingzhi asked.
"You don't know what's been happening outside these past two days. Gong Liye's men are searching everywhere. Any hospital that treats a wounded person has to notify him immediately. If you hadn't been by his side, Gong Liye would have found him long ago."
Chu Lingzhi pursed her lips. Ouyang Ruobing was right.
But that didn't mean Nangong Yehen loved her.
He was too outstanding, too powerful. She was just an ordinary woman, not daring to hope for his true heart or feelings.
Ouyang Ruobing stopped and looked deeply at Chu Lingzhi, speaking sincerely: "Lingzhi, entrusting Nangong to you puts my mind at ease."
Chu Lingzhi looked at Ouyang Ruobing, wanting to say that Master Nangong still liked her.
Just then, Huo Luan's call came through.
"Miss Chu, the master is awake. His condition isn't good, and he's demanding to see you!"
"I'll be right back!"
Chu Lingzhi hung up, and Ouyang Ruobing urgently asked: "Is Nangong awake?"
"Let's hurry back!" Chu Lingzhi, phone in hand, sprinted toward the villa.
Ouyang Ruobing was taller than Chu Lingzhi, but she couldn't run as fast.
In no time, Chu Lingzhi had left her far behind.