"Alright... alright... next time..."
Although Master Mo was reluctant, since Chu Lingzhi had matters to attend to, he didn't insist. He had so many questions for her, but his speech was slow, and the words he wanted to ask couldn't be clearly spoken through his mouth. Master Mo watched her figure leave the bedroom, a complex look flickering in his clouded eyes. Recalling the great fire from back then, his heart tightened and ached with an indescribable heaviness and bitterness. Some things, if he didn't ask, were better for her...
After leaving Mo Chen's house, Chu Lingzhi intended to get into her assistant's car, but was pulled into Nangong Yehen's vehicle instead. "Young Master Nangong, I could just take my assistant's car back. Why go out of your way to drive me?"
Nangong Yehen's domineering behavior was utterly exasperating. Chu Lingzhi fastened her seatbelt and looked him up and down. "Are you that bored?"
Nangong Yehen's cold gaze swept over her, his icy eyes seeming to say, "Whether I'm bored or not, is that any of your business?"
Show-off.
Chu Lingzhi muttered inwardly, pursed her lips, and looked out the window.
"Moxibustion?" Nangong Yehen started the car, curling his lips as he coldly stared ahead.
Chu Lingzhi frowned and turned back to glance at him. Seeing him focused on driving, she blinked. "Was that you just now?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
"What did you say?" She thought she heard "moxibustion."
"Your file says you studied Western medicine in university. Why do you know so much about traditional Chinese medicine?"
"I combine both."
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, a hint of depth flickering in his eyes.
Chu Lingzhi suddenly remembered something and slapped her thighs, exclaiming, "Oh no!"
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, his face darkening, his deep eyes questioning her with a glance.
"I haven't collected my consultation fee yet." Chu Lingzhi looked at Nangong Yehen, speaking with a pained expression.
When she slapped her thighs and shouted "Oh no," Nangong Yehen's heart tightened, thinking she'd forgotten something important. Hearing her words, he nearly choked on his anger.
"Chu Lingzhi, if you want money, just ask me directly!" Her sudden outbursts were truly annoying.
"You'll pay my consultation fee for Master Mo?"
"Obviously!"
"The fee is ten thousand. Young Master Nangong, remember to give it to me." Chu Lingzhi looked at Nangong Yehen smugly.
Nangong Yehen shot her a disdainful glance. Ten thousand yuan and she's afraid someone won't pay up? Could she have a bit more ambition?
Just then, the phone on the dashboard rang, the screen flashing the name "Bing'er."
Nangong Yehen glanced at it, his face instantly turning grim.
"Is that Miss Ouyang? Why aren't you answering?" Chu Lingzhi asked curiously. Seeing his face as cold as a layer of ice, she pursed her lips. The look they exchanged clearly hid something. Now that the call was coming in and he wasn't answering, Chu Lingzhi was even more certain their relationship was unusual.
"Young Master Nangong, did Miss Ouyang dump you? Is that why you're afraid to answer her call?" Chu Lingzhi smiled, gossiping.
Screech—
Suddenly, a harsh braking sound tore through the air. Chu Lingzhi's body lurched forward violently. Luckily, she had her seatbelt on, or she'd have hit her head.
"You..." Chu Lingzhi turned angrily to glare at Nangong Yehen.
But when she saw his terrifyingly dark face and his cold, demon-like eyes, her words got stuck in her throat. He looked like a vengeful spirit emerging from the darkness, his eyes brewing with intense murderous intent as he stared at her.