Then she gripped his massive object and rubbed it up and down, her movements far from gentle, the scene utterly wicked.
Nangong Yehen's brows furrowed sharply. Why was she so rough?
Under her rubbing, the object grew even larger, nearly too big for one hand to hold.
After about two minutes of rubbing, Chu Lingzhi pressed her index and middle fingers together and jabbed him hard in a certain spot.
Huff... It released, the fire extinguished.
Staring blankly at the thing in her hand for a few seconds, Chu Lingzhi snapped back to reality, then calmly wiped it off onto the bedsheet.
The sheet was already dirty anyway; she didn't mind making it a bit messier.
She stood up, smiling at Nangong Yehen.
But Nangong Yehen's face was completely dark, a brewing storm in his deep eyes as he looked at Chu Lingzhi as if he wanted to tear her apart.
Seeing his sinister, icy glare, Chu Lingzhi, startled, fled in panic.
She hurried back to her room and locked the door behind her.
Chu Junyu sat on the bed playing games, and seeing her flustered state, he asked curiously, "Mommy, what are you doing?"
Spotting Chu Junyu's delicate, handsome face, Chu Lingzhi instantly calmed down. "Nothing... nothing much."
She quickly walked into the bathroom and washed her hands with soap.
While scrubbing, she looked at herself in the mirror, her face as red as a ripe apple.
Suddenly, she was terrified that Nangong Yehen would come after her to settle the score...
"Mommy, are your hands really dirty?" Chu Junyu came over, standing at the door watching her.
"Dirty, filthy dirty." She scrubbed again vigorously.
"If you rub that hard, you might hurt your skin," Chu Junyu said, looking at her fair hands with concern.
"I won't hurt my skin."
"Then take your time washing, make sure they're clean." Chu Junyu turned and headed to Nangong Yehen's bedroom.
He saw him sitting on the balcony drinking, while a servant changed the bedsheet.
Changing the sheet in the middle of the night, and Mommy just left from here with such a red face—Chu Junyu didn't need to ask to know what had happened.
He walked over, leaning his small body against the doorframe, smiling elegantly.
"Want a drink?" Nangong Yehen turned, looking at Chu Junyu's innocent face, his heart softening involuntarily.
"No, Mommy doesn't allow it."
Thinking of that woman Chu Lingzhi, Nangong Yehen's expression darkened. "Are you afraid of her?"
Chu Junyu chuckled. "I'm not afraid of her; I love and respect her."
Nangong Yehen pursed his lips, silent, his gaze fixed on that small face.
"Daddy, I know you're not into Mommy right now, but I believe that as time goes on, you'll fall for her." Chu Junyu was very confident, confident in his mommy.
Nangong Yehen snorted coldly. He had long forgotten what love was.
"Did she do something to upset you just now?" Chu Junyu dropped his smile, looking seriously at Nangong Yehen. "I don't like seeing her scared and panicked. When I see her like that, it puts me in a bad mood."
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, gazing deeply at Chu Junyu. This kid cared that much about that woman?
"Mommy has sacrificed a lot for me—five years of her youth, five years of her time. She's not even twenty-four yet, but she's been through things many girls her age haven't. Without me, these five years, she could have bloomed like a flower, gotten the love and happiness she deserved, wouldn't have had to endure the world's coldness, and wouldn't have been kicked out of the Chu family."