Fire Luan heard the agonizing scream and arrived just in time.
She happened to hear Chu Lingzhi cursing at Nangong Yehen and telling him to get lost.
Fire Luan halted, breaking out in a cold sweat for Chu Lingzhi. Telling the master to get lost?
Was she tired of living?
She expected Nangong Yehen to lose his temper, but instead, he crouched down and moved Chu Lingzhi's hand away.
Her forehead was smooth and fair, but now it was red, swollen, and raised into a bump from the collision.
"An egg taped to your forehead would look pretty good," Nangong Yehen said with a laugh. He stood up, leaving Chu Lingzhi alone, and walked toward the villa.
As he passed Fire Luan, his tone sounded quite cheerful. "Tell the servants to prepare a midnight snack."
"Yes, Master," Fire Luan replied, her eye twitching involuntarily. The master smiled?
She had really seen him smile just now, and it was a happy smile—neither cold nor dangerous, so beautiful to behold.
Fire Luan looked at Chu Lingzhi with gratitude. For being able to make the master smile from the heart, Miss Chu was truly extraordinary.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and tell the servants to prepare the midnight snack!" Chu Lingzhi was in a terrible mood. Seeing Fire Luan standing there staring at her only made her angrier.
Damn Nangong Yehen, saying something about an egg on her forehead? He was clearly mocking her!
Chu Lingzhi was both furious and in pain. She shot a fierce glare at the pillar, wishing she could treat it like Nangong Yehen and tear it apart.
The bump on her forehead was severely swollen. Chu Lingzhi gently massaged the area around it to ease the pain.
She walked slowly back to the villa and, upon entering the living room, caught the aroma of noodle soup drifting from the dining room.
After running several laps, exchanging blows with Nangong Yehen, and barely eating tonight, the smell of food made her feel hungry.
If she was hungry, she'd get something to eat—no need to starve her stomach.
Passing through the dining room, she saw that jerk Nangong Yehen elegantly eating noodles.
Across from him sat a bowl that hadn't been touched.
It was a full bowl, loaded with eggs, lean meat, shrimp, and vegetables—so rich it made her mouth water.
Nangong Yehen looked up and glanced at her. "Sit down and eat."
Chu Lingzhi was startled. "There's one for me too?"
She thought that bowl was also his; with his tall build, he could easily finish two bowls.
"If you don't eat, I can take care of it."
"I'll eat." She was hungry too.
She walked over and sat down across from him.
The indoor lights were brighter than those outside, making the red, swollen bump on her forehead even more visible.
Nangong Yehen lifted his eyes, staring deeply at the bump for a moment, and said coldly, "Ugly as hell."
Chu Lingzhi rolled her eyes. Being around this man really killed her appetite.
She took a rough bite of the noodles, as if the noodles themselves were that man.
Then she smiled sweetly at him. "Master Nangong, do you care about whether I'm ugly or pretty?"
Nangong Yehen shot her a bored look, lowered his head, and continued eating.
Chu Lingzhi pursed her lips, glancing at him.
He ate at a decent pace, but his manner was elegant, every move exuding a noble air—clearly a young master raised in aristocracy from childhood.
"These noodles are really delicious. I didn't expect you to prepare a portion for me," Chu Lingzhi said, her mood improving after a few bites, her tone returning to normal.
Nangong Yehen snorted coldly. "The servants prepared that for you."
"Without your say-so, how would the servants know I was out running too and needed a midnight snack?" She refused to admit it.