The woman was elegant and refined, with exquisite features and an extraordinary aura. She smiled at Chu Lingzhi, appearing very well-mannered. Chu Lingzhi's heart ached again. She stood up, looking at the woman. "Have you been taking care of him all these years?" "It's not really taking care of him, just spending more time with him," the woman said with a smile, her voice as pleasant as the melodious sound of a zither. Chu Lingzhi lowered her head, looking at Nangong Yichen. "Thank you for keeping him company." "Nice to meet you. My name is Ouyang Ruobing." Ouyang Ruobing extended her hand, smiling. Chu Lingzhi stared at that fair, slender hand for a few seconds before reaching out to shake it, forcing a faint smile. "My name is Chu Lingzhi." Sensing her sorrow, Ouyang Ruobing gave her a deep look, then crouched down to meet Nangong Yichen's eyes. "Yichen, from now on, listen to your dad and mom. I'm heading back." Nangong Yichen looked at her, his gaze slightly less cold, his tone filled with childish innocence and reluctance. "Mom, come see me tomorrow." Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's heart tightened with bitterness. Ouyang Ruobing gently touched his face and smiled. "Okay, Mom will come see you whenever she can." Chu Lingzhi fixed her eyes on Nangong Yichen's gaze—the way he looked at Ouyang Ruobing was just like how Chu Junshou looked at her. All these years, this little one had probably been seeing Ouyang Ruobing as his mother, hadn't he? Ouyang Ruobing left without saying goodbye to Nangong Yehen. But the observant Chu Lingzhi could sense that the look they exchanged was far from ordinary. Huo Luan called for the servants to bring in Nangong Yichen's luggage. Nangong Yichen gave Chu Lingzhi a cold glance, walked past her, and headed straight for the villa. His indifferent attitude pained Chu Lingzhi. Chu Junshou watched his cool little figure, shrugged, and met Nangong Yehen's gaze with a smile. "Dad, how did you raise a son who's so aloof?" "He's not aloof; he's just showing off," Chu Lingzhi said with a grimace. Nangong Yichen paused mid-step, turned around, his cool demeanor still carrying a hint of cuteness, and looked at Chu Lingzhi as if to say, "Woman, daring to say I'm showing off—you've got some nerve." Seeing his expression, Chu Lingzhi wanted to reach out and pinch his cheeks. How could such an adorable and handsome son end up with such a cold personality? Nangong Yehen glanced at Nangong Yichen, then turned his commanding gaze to Chu Lingzhi. "He's always been cold, speaks little, and dislikes communicating. You're in charge of straightening him out!" "Have you ever been by his side?" Chu Lingzhi glared at Nangong Yehen with resentment. Nangong Yehen remained expressionless. "I'm busy with work, and the circumstances are special." "No matter how busy or special, there's always time, isn't there? Time to hang around women but not to spend with your own son?" Chu Lingzhi's face was full of disdain and sarcasm. Completely ignoring his dark expression and murderous glare, she took Chu Junshou's hand and headed inside. "Son, let's go keep your brother company." ... Chu Lingzhi refused to let the servants organize Nangong Yichen's belongings; she did it herself. The little guy lay on the bed like a little lord, holding a tablet, watching something. Chu Junshou stood by the window, leaning against the wall, eating an apple elegantly while watching Nangong Yichen with amusement. They looked so alike that seeing each other was like looking in a mirror. Nangong Yichen didn't have much luggage—just a few designer outfits, some unopened toys, Transformers, toy cars, a soccer ball...