Chu Lingzhi gritted her teeth in fury. Damn that man!
She'd better pray she never regains those memories in this lifetime, or else she would slice him into a thousand pieces and stomp him flat!
She would also kick his balls so hard he'd never dare toy with women or abandon his son again!
Nangong Yehen, who was elegantly seated on a soft chair on the balcony, leisurely savoring his red wine, suddenly let out a huge sneeze without warning.
He nearly lost his composure and spat out the wine that had just slid down his throat.
He furrowed his brow, his gaze coldly fixed ahead.
He felt that someone was cursing him behind his back.
Damn it, he would eliminate everyone who dared to defy him!
Tonight, the moonlight was soft, and the sky was dotted with stars.
In this darkness, Nangong Yehen appeared even more noble, like a fallen Satan descending from the heavens, exuding an aura of danger.
His mind suddenly flashed back to the gloomy expression on Chu Junyu's face when he saw that family of three eating happily.
From the look in his eyes at that moment, it was clear that he too longed for fatherly love.
For the past five years, he had ignored him, but there was a reason.
Not just him, but even Nangong Yichen, who was far away, he rarely asked about or visited.
This was for their safety. The explosion here five years ago happened because the enemy knew that woman had given birth to his two sons here, so they came to blow the place up.
But the enemy never expected that his younger son, due to oxygen deprivation at birth, was immediately sent to the hospital for treatment.
His older son, however, was mistakenly taken away by her, and the bodyguards who hadn't had time to evacuate chased after her—in the end, they all survived.
For these five years, he had lived in a chaotic world, surviving under gunfire, and becoming the king of two cities.
He could now return here to reunite with his son, but he never expected his older son to tell him to his face that he hated him.
The cold, ruthless, and noble Nangong Yehen, who had killed countless people, was now brooding because of his son's words.
Sip after sip of red wine couldn't dispel the gloom in his chest.
But when he thought of that brat arrogantly declaring that in twenty years he would defeat him and take his place,
a faint glimmer flickered in his deep eyes.
His son's features were exactly like his mother's, but his personality was exactly like his.
To be honest, he felt gratified by this.
And that woman had no small part in all of this.
For the first time, he, who regarded women as playthings, quietly thought about a woman.
A woman he couldn't say he liked.
"Master Nangong, the apples you requested." Just then, a maid walked in lightly, carrying a plate of apples.
"Bring them over." The man's low, cold voice rang out.
Hearing this, a smile tugged at the corner of the maid's lips as she followed his lead through the bedroom to the balcony.
His bedroom was filled with a masculine, virile aura that involuntarily stirred one's heart.
The maid placed the apples on the small wooden table beside Nangong Yehen, then stole a glance at him.
In the darkness, under the lamplight, he appeared even more noble and elegant.
His tall frame lounged lazily in the soft chair, and the fingers holding the wine glass were long and jade-like.
His perfectly chiseled, exquisite features were even more captivating, making the maid's heart race wildly.
How could there be such a perfect man in this world?
The cold aura he exuded made the maid dare not linger; she only stole one look before turning and leaving.
In her heart, she thought, if only she could win Master Nangong's favor, how wonderful that would be.