As she stepped into the hallway, Chu Lingzhi pulled out her phone and called her assistant. She gave the address and asked her to bring her medical kit over.
Nangong Yehen walked over, standing straight behind her, his dark, deep gaze sweeping over her. "Are you confident you can cure Uncle Mo?" His voice was low and cold, yet as melodious as a heavenly sound, incredibly pleasant.
Chu Lingzhi turned around, smiling with confidence, her face radiantly beautiful. "I am confident."
Nangong Yehen narrowed his eyes, a dangerous and wicked glint in them. "Woman, if you fail, you know the severity of the consequences."
Chu Lingzhi smiled sweetly. "Would you kill me?"
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, his gaze clear and cold. "Of course not." He wasn't a heinous man, nor would he easily kill a woman.
Chu Lingzhi chuckled and walked past him back inside. The faint scent of her lingered at the tip of his nose, and Nangong Yehen couldn't help but curl his lips in a bewitching smile.
When Old Master Mo saw her enter, his eyes lit up again. Mo Chen clearly noticed that he seemed to have a good impression of Chu Lingzhi. The way he looked at her was quite unusual.
"Old Master Mo, once my assistant brings the medical kit, I'll begin your treatment," Chu Lingzhi said, returning to sit by the bed.
"Good... good..." Old Master Mo looked at Chu Lingzhi with kind eyes, his mood becoming cheerful after calming down. For a patient, maintaining a good mood was most important.
Seeing Old Master Mo looking at her so kindly, Chu Lingzhi felt respect for him. She sat there, chatting with him and telling him jokes.
Nangong Yehen stood at the door, watching her every smile and gesture. Suddenly, he felt that fate had been fair to her, giving her a face of unparalleled beauty that could topple cities.
Abruptly, his deep gaze turned dangerous, sweeping coldly over Mo Chen. That guy was actually looking at Chu Lingzhi with tender affection.
"Mo Chen, come here!"
Mo Chen reluctantly came out. "What is it?"
Nangong Yehen dragged him to the living room. "Have a couple of drinks with me."
Mo Chen raised an eyebrow. "Drinking at this hour?"
Nangong Yehen lounged lazily on the sofa, expressionless. "Get me a bottle of red wine."
Mo Chen waved for a servant to bring the wine, then sat down across from Nangong Yehen, looking rakish. "Nangong, do you really like her?" He pointed a finger toward Old Master Mo's bedroom, smirking teasingly at Nangong Yehen.
Nangong Yehen shot him a cold glare.
A servant brought a bottle of red wine, and Mo Chen poured some for Nangong Yehen. "She has a good figure and face. Her temperament might not match Ruobing's, but she can bear you children."
At that, Nangong Yehen's demeanor turned icy cold. "I don't want to talk about women right now!"
"I'm not interested in anything but women." Mo Chen took a sip of his wine, looking at Nangong Yehen with a roguish air, his peach-blossom eyes exuding a flirtatious charm.
Nangong Yehen curled his lips in a cold smile. "Aren't you interested in the hanging pearl in Gong Liye's hands?"
Mo Chen paused, his hand holding the glass freezing for a moment, then he laughed nonchalantly. "That hanging pearl is precious, but a good woman in front of me shouldn't be missed either." He paused, smiling enigmatically. "I want both the woman and the treasure."
"Your ambition is growing."
Nangong Yehen looked at him with a faint, mocking smile, his clear eyes devoid of any emotion, deep and cold as an ice cellar.