Nangong Yehen thought of his rare blood type, his gaze toward Chu Lingzhi growing more affectionate.
That's right—marrying her would not only give him two sons but also a daughter in the future.
"Son, that's a good suggestion of yours."
Chu Junyu raised his chin proudly. "Of course! Open your eyes and see who gave birth to me! Dad, not every woman can produce kids as smart and handsome as Little Old Man and me."
Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
This kid, while praising himself, never forgot to flatter her too.
Nangong Yehen nodded, a certain gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Your intelligence is inherited from me, your charm and cuteness from Lingzhi—we're a perfect combination."
Chu Lingzhi's heart skipped a beat when she heard him call her "Lingzhi" so directly.
She had never known that her name, spoken by him, could stir such emotion.
Chu Junyu hugged one of Nangong Yehen's legs. "We're a perfect combination, Dad. Never abandon us, okay?"
Chu Lingzhi found his behavior speechless—clinging to Nangong Yehen's leg, rubbing his little face against it.
This kid, did he have to worship him to the point of hugging his thigh?
"You two stay here and protect him. I'll go find some wild fruit to eat." Chu Lingzhi stood up.
Nangong Yehen suddenly called out to her: "Don't go!"
"I'll stay nearby." Chu Lingzhi knew he was worried about her, so she took the pistol left by Huo Luan with her.
"Don't go more than a hundred meters away from me. Shout loudly if you run into danger."
Chu Lingzhi didn't dare wander far—not because she feared danger herself, but because she worried wild animals might approach Chu Junyu and the others.
She found some wild fruit and wild vegetables nearby, washed them by the stream, and returned.
Chu Lingzhi handed out the wild fruit for them to eat, then set the vegetables aside to take back down the mountain later.
"Mommy, what's that?" Chu Junyu pointed at the wild vegetables curiously.
"Fragrant coriander," Chu Lingzhi replied.
"Herbs?"
"I'll take it back to make soup with wild boar bones—it's perfect for your dad to drink." Chu Lingzhi took a bite of the wild fruit in her hand.
This fruit had tender flesh and plenty of juice. She loved it as a child, and the villagers here called it wild apple.
It looked like an apple, but the texture and taste were like a pear, and the tree resembled camphorwood.
"I can smell its fragrance." Chu Junyu walked over, picked up a stalk, and sniffed it. "So fragrant."
Chu Lingzhi smiled. "The soup it makes is even more unforgettable. It's aromatic and good for the stomach, and it works well for snake bites and internal injuries too."
"Mommy, Dad is lucky to have you," Chu Junyu said, looking at Nangong Yehen.
Nangong Yehen nodded, gazing at Chu Lingzhi with a hint of flirtation. "Hear that? Having me is your good fortune."
"Clearly, having me is your good fortune!" Chu Lingzhi retorted.
"Having me brings you more fortune."
"Stop being so narcissistic. Without me, you'd still be lying in the manor right now."
"I'm still lying down now."
"Don't argue, you two. Having you both is our fortune."
Suddenly, the usually taciturn Nangong Yichen's calm, childish voice rang out. Chu Junyu, who was holding a stalk of fragrant coriander under Nangong Yehen's nose, paused, looked up, and blinked at Nangong Yichen.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, a faint smile playing on his face as he looked at him.
Chu Lingzhi was stunned, staring at him in disbelief, murmuring, "Did those words just come from your mouth, or from Big Baby's?"