Chu Lingzhi chuckled upon hearing that. "I thought you'd be like the kids and tell me to handle the wound myself."
She sat down beside him as he squeezed a bit of ointment from a tube and applied it to the wound, then gently rubbed it with his fingertip.
Chu Lingzhi smiled as she watched him. He lowered his gaze, focused and intent, with delicate features and a strong jawline, stirring a ripple in her heart.
"Master Nangong, were you really worried about me just now?" she asked.
Earlier, like Chu Junyu, he had lost his composure. Was he truly afraid she might die?
Nangong Yehen paused, looked up, and shot her a cold glance. "I just don't want my son to end up a pitiful kid without a mother."
"Oh..." Chu Lingzhi's expression dimmed with disappointment. She figured he didn't genuinely care about her. His kindness was all for the sake of their two sons.
"Daddy, just admit it. I can tell you have feelings for Mommy," Chu Junyu said, pulling out a wet wipe and wiping his face.
"Right now, my feeling for her is wanting to strangle her," Nangong Yehen said, glaring at Chu Lingzhi.
"But the fact is, you didn't strangle her. You even gently applied medicine for her."
Hearing that, Nangong Yehen's fingers, which had been softly rubbing the wound, suddenly pressed hard.
"Are you trying to kill me with pain?" Chu Lingzhi yanked her hand back, glaring at him angrily.
"Nangong, you hurt Mommy!" Nangong Yichen immediately stepped forward, wedging himself between them.
He planted his hands on his hips, glaring at Nangong Yehen with a fierce look that said, "Dare to bully my mommy, and I'll fight you."
Chu Lingzhi was touched by his little show of toughness. They were so young yet already knew how to protect her.
When they grew up and had the strength, they would truly shield her.
She thought sweetly to herself—whether Nangong Yehen liked her or not, whether a man who loved her would ever appear—she already had her two sons. They were the ones who would never despise her or leave her.
"I'm disciplining my woman, kid. Step aside," Nangong Yehen said with a teasing scold.
"Your woman is my mommy, and I'm not stepping aside!" Nangong Yichen was determined to stand his ground against Nangong Yehen.
Chu Junyu walked over and pulled Nangong Yichen away. "Little old man, they're flirting. What are you butting in for?"
After pulling Nangong Yichen aside, Chu Junyu approached Chu Lingzhi with an adorably mischievous grin.
"Mommy, you need to show off your charm in front of Daddy and make him surrender at your feet."
"You little rascal, I'll make you surrender to me right now." Nangong Yehen stood up, grabbed Chu Junyu, and spanked him.
Chu Junyu, trapped under Nangong Yehen's arm, yelped in pain and suddenly called out to Chu Lingzhi for help.
Watching the father and son having so much fun, Chu Lingzhi was in high spirits.
She mimicked Chu Junyu's earlier arrogant snort at her and coldly refused to help, saying, "Don't call me to save you. You said you wouldn't talk to me for ten minutes."
"Did I say that?" Chu Junyu played dumb, acting cheeky.
"Not being honest deserves punishment." Nangong Yehen's hand rose and fell, landing two more smacks on Chu Junyu's little bottom.
"Boo hoo..."
Chu Junyu fake-cried, but Chu Lingzhi remained unmoved.
Nangong Yichen watched their interaction, finding it heartwarming. A smile tugged at his lips.
He sat in front of Chu Lingzhi and looked at her hand with concern. "Mommy, does it still hurt?"
Chu Lingzhi patted his face. "It doesn't hurt anymore."