After dropping the two precious kids off at school, Huo Luan watched as Chu Lingzhi was also pulled into Nangong Yehen's car. "Young Master Nangong, where are we going?" Chu Lingzhi asked, puzzled. She still had to go to work. Even though she was the boss and had flexible hours, she had appointments with clients and couldn't just leave them hanging. "You'll know when we get there," Nangong Yehen said, driving with his eyes fixed straight ahead. "What kind of answer is that? I want to know if it's a place I'd want to go, if it's somewhere I'm willing to go." "Don't worry, it won't be hell." "..." What kind of talk was that? "Is this car also bulletproof?" After a moment of silence, Chu Lingzhi made small talk. "Mm," Nangong Yehen grunted in response. Chu Lingzhi rolled her eyes. Nangong Yichen was just like him. "What brand of car is this?" She couldn't recognize it. "No brand." "How can it have no brand? Isn't there a brand on the market?" "My cars aren't sold on the market." "Your cars?" Chu Lingzhi was surprised. "You mean, the car you're driving was designed and produced by you?" "Mm." Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's eyes lit up. "Can you make one for me too?" Nangong Yehen turned his head, giving her a calm, deep look. Chu Lingzhi beamed. "Is that a yes?" "Do you know how much one car costs?" Chu Lingzhi shook her head. "No idea." "A hundred million." But to him, that number wasn't even a number. Chu Lingzhi's mouth dropped open in shock. "A hundred million?" She patted the window and touched the seat. "I've actually ridden in a luxury car worth over a hundred million." "This one probably cost around two hundred million." "Damn! Young Master Nangong, you're really rich!" Nangong Yehen frowned, watching her surprised and smug expression, and couldn't help but chuckle softly. What a little character. "Young Master Nangong, just make me one for a hundred million." As long as it could keep her from getting hurt or killed in a crash. Nangong Yehen glanced at her and said coldly, "Are you worth a hundred million?" Chu Lingzhi's head spun with indignation. She glared at him. "Nangong Yehen, so only your life is valuable, and others' lives aren't?" "And my sons' lives are valuable." "Your sons were born by me. Without this valuable mother, could you have two such valuable sons?" Chu Lingzhi sneered, annoyed at being called worthless. She turned sideways, not wanting to look at his irritating face, and stared out the window instead. Enjoying the scenery was better than looking at him. Nangong Yehen turned his head, giving her a deep look, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Little woman, not throwing a tantrum at him anymore? She was right—without her, how could he have two such valuable sons? Any woman in the world could bear children. But not every woman could bear children for him, Nangong Yehen. So his children were extremely precious. Nangong Yehen glanced at her again. Was she going to enjoy a life of being valued for her sons? The car drove into a villa district. Though it wasn't as grand as Nangong Manor, the environment was still quite nice. The car stopped in front of a villa, and a middle-aged woman came to open the door, respectfully inviting them inside. Chu Lingzhi said nothing and followed him into the villa. As soon as they stepped into the luxurious living room, a voice as gentle as a breeze came from upstairs. "Nangong, what brings you here?"