"No need." Nangong Yehen's deep voice sounded from behind her.
"I want to go see their new school," Chu Lingzhi said.
After Chu Junyu and Nangong Yehen were reunited, Nangong Yehen found the school Chu Junyu attended not aristocratic enough. So he handled the transfer procedures, letting him attend the same school as Nangong Yichen.
"Unnecessary." Nangong Yehen replied coldly.
Chu Lingzhi gritted her teeth. The morning sun was so bright—why did this guy have to be so icy?
"Master Nangong, I'm free. Let me drive them there."
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, gazing at her deeply. "In your car?"
"Is that not allowed?" Her car might not be as luxurious as his, but it was still an Audi.
Huoluan pulled the car up in front of them. Nangong Yehen stopped his two sons from getting in and said to Huoluan, "Ram it."
Twenty meters ahead stood a Roman column.
Huoluan understood. He floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow off the string, crashing into the column at lightning speed.
Boom!
A thunderous noise startled the servants working nearby. A few timid ones, seeing the car smash into the pillar and assuming those inside would die, went weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground.
Chu Lingzhi felt the ground tremble. The column cracked, fissures spreading across it. She stared at the car in shock, completely baffled as to why Nangong Yehen had ordered Huoluan to crash into it.
Before she could snap out of it, Nangong Yehen stepped forward, coolly drawing a pistol from his waist and firing at the car's body.
His gun was silenced, so they didn't hear deafening shots, but the sound of bullets hitting the metal still sent chills down their spines, instilling fear.
Chu Lingzhi covered her ears, frowning tightly, her scalp tingling.
Oh no, oh no—had Huoluan offended Nangong Yehen?
First a crash into a pillar, then gunfire. Even if he had nine lives like a cat, he'd be riddled with holes and doomed.
Everything Nangong Yehen did, aside from the estate's bodyguards and the two little ones who remained calm, terrified everyone else.
After a dozen or so shots, Nangong Yehen holstered his gun and waved at the pale-faced Chu Lingzhi. "Come here!"
"I'm not coming!" Chu Lingzhi crouched down, hugging her two sons.
She wasn't going over there—he'd shoot her dead with one bullet.
"Mommy, go ahead," Chu Junyu said, exasperated. When had his mom become such a coward?
"Sweetie, did your daddy drink too much this morning? Is Uncle Huoluan still alive?" Chu Lingzhi asked, worried and tense, staring at the car.
No sooner had she spoken than the car door opened, and Huoluan stepped out.
Not only was he not riddled with holes, but his hair wasn't even mussed.
Chu Lingzhi stared at him in shock. What was going on?
"Mommy, Daddy's car is safe—it won't break or shatter," Chu Junyu explained.
"So, everything he just did was a show for me?"
Chu Junyu nodded with a smile.
Chu Lingzhi felt relieved and reassured. With a car like that taking her babies to school, she had nothing to worry about.
She stood up and walked over.
The front of the car had no damage at all, just a few scratches on the surface. Where the bullets had hit, it looked like finger marks pressed into it, with no cracks visible.
"Great car!" Chu Lingzhi touched it, then gave Nangong Yehen a thumbs-up.
A hint of pride flickered across Nangong Yehen's exquisite face, and the perfect corner of his mouth lifted.
Chu Lingzhi silently mocked him in her mind. How childish.