Chu Junyu looked seriously at Nangong Yehen. "Dad, do you know what's the most important thing for a woman?"
"Money?"
"Youth and love."
"..."
"A woman fears losing her youth the most, and she longs most for a passionate love with the man she adores. But Mom gave up both of these for me. I want to see her happy, to see her smile. It's okay if you don't love her, but you can't let her be frightened, or I'll really dislike you."
Nangong Yehen's deep gaze locked onto Chu Junyu's face—tender and handsome, strikingly resembling Chu Lingzhi's exquisite features.
Yet the elegance in his speech and the nobility he exuded were just like him. He inherited his wisdom and intelligence, and every move he made mirrored him. Watching him walk, Nangong Yehen felt as if he were seeing himself as a child.
His heart softened again. He stepped forward and ruffled his hair. "I won't let her be frightened."
Chu Junyu looked up, beaming adorably. "Dad, I love you so much."
Nangong Yehen's hand trembled, nearly dropping the wine glass.
His gaze was gentle, and he smiled faintly at Chu Junyu. This kid sure had a sweet tongue.
"Bend down, I want to whisper something to you." Chu Junyu crooked his little finger.
Nangong Yehen leaned down, his handsome face close.
Chu Junyu stood on tiptoe and planted a loud smack of a kiss on his cheek.
Nangong Yehen froze for a moment. The feeling of being kissed by his son... was amazing!
Chu Junyu cupped his face with both little hands and rubbed it, laughing. "Dad, don't drink too much. Be good and go to bed early."
"..." Nangong Yehen's mouth twitched violently as he watched the small figure leave the bedroom. How did he feel like he was the son here?
...
Chu Lingzhi was on edge, expecting Nangong Yehen to confront her.
But a whole night passed, and not only did he not confront her, but when she and Chu Junyu went downstairs for breakfast, he was nowhere to be seen.
The servants said he had gone out on business. The entire estate was left with only the servants and ten bodyguards.
Chu Lingzhi took Chu Junyu for a stroll around the estate and found it wasn't just big—it was enormous. Her legs ached from walking, and they still hadn't covered much ground.
They reached the shooting range at the back of the estate, which was vast in area.
Looking at the shooting range, Chu Lingzhi felt a sense of awe.
She took Chu Junyu's hand. "Sweetie, let's go. It's dangerous here."
"This is Dad's turf. There's no danger." Chu Junyu grinned, winking at Chu Lingzhi. "Mom, let's go practice shooting."
...
For several days in a row, Nangong Yehen didn't appear at the estate.
Apart from being waited on by servants, Chu Lingzhi's life didn't change much. She still went out for medical consultations, drove to pick up Chu Junyu from school on time, returned to the estate, and was then attended to by the servants.
On the eighth day, a Saturday, Chu Lingzhi and Chu Junyu finished their afternoon tea and went to the front yard to swing on the swings.
Just then, two black sedans drove up the road leading to the gate. The front one was familiar to Chu Lingzhi—it was Nangong Yehen's personal car.
The one behind was a flashy sports car not sold on the market.
The cars pulled into the garage and stopped. First, Huo Luan got out, then respectfully opened the rear door, and Nangong Yehen's tall figure emerged.
At the same time, the passenger door of the other car opened, and a pair of gleaming black high heels stepped out.