They were a stunning couple, truly well-matched. Ouyang Ruobing's noble and elegant demeanor suited Nangong Yehen perfectly. What a pity—from their conversation, she could tell that Ouyang Ruobing had once hurt Nangong Yehen.
Chu Lingzhi snorted inwardly. With that cold, aloof, and dignified air of his, could he really have suffered heartbreak? "Miss Ouyang, you overestimate yourself. In my Nangong Yehen's dictionary, there is no such word as pain." Hmph, that sarcastic tone clearly showed he'd been hurt, yet he wouldn't admit it. Chu Lingzhi pursed her lips, silently despising Nangong Yehen.
"When flowers bloom, I think of you, but I dare not tell myself, my heart holds an umbrella for you..."
Just as she was reveling in the gossip, Chu Lingzhi's ringtone suddenly blared. She reached over, fished her phone out of her bag, and thought, Who's so clueless as to interrupt me now? The caller ID showed Mu Yu.
"Mu Yu..."
The moment the call connected, Mu Yu's abrupt and sorrowful sobbing came through. "Wah..."
Chu Lingzhi tensed up, her voice rising. "Mu Yu, what happened?"
In the next private room, Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow. Chu Lingzhi's voice? Ouyang Ruobing didn't notice the sound, and even if she had heard it clearly, she wouldn't have recognized it as Chu Lingzhi's. She took a sip of tea, gazing at Nangong Yehen with eyes full of tenderness and complexity. His raised brow and sharp, cold features captivated her. Leaving him back then had been out of necessity—
"A fight? You actually got into a fight? Where are you now?" Chu Lingzhi's voice rang out again, louder this time.
Nangong Yehen furrowed his brow, but Ouyang Ruobing thought it was a sign of his displeasure at being with her, and her heart ached once more. "Love Hospital? Got it, I'm on my way now." Chu Lingzhi grabbed her bag and hurried out of the room.
Nangong Yehen turned his head and caught a glimpse of her retreating figure, rushing off in a flurry. Ouyang Ruobing belatedly followed his gaze, only briefly catching a glimpse of that silhouette, unaware it was Chu Lingzhi. But a woman's intuition told her that Nangong Yehen knew that woman...
Suddenly, Nangong Yehen stood up abruptly, without a word of farewell, slipped on his shoes, and left. "Nangong..." Ouyang Ruobing watched him sorrowfully. He moved so swiftly that she couldn't even stop him. As he disappeared into the quiet hallway, Ouyang Ruobing's heart felt as if it had been snipped by scissors, the sharp pain bringing tears to her eyes. The woman who made him leave in such a hurry must be someone he valued. And the woman he valued meant he loved her...
Chu Lingzhi strode quickly toward the exit of the teahouse. Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked her path. If she hadn't stopped in time, she would have collided with him. Looking up, Chu Lingzhi was startled. "What are you doing here?" Wasn't he having tea with Ouyang Ruobing? How—Chu Lingzhi glanced around, wondering if she was seeing things.
Nangong Yehen stood tall and lean before her, his presence oppressive, and she could still catch the faint scent of tobacco on him. "Where are you going?" His voice was icy and chilling.
"The hospital," Chu Lingzhi replied. But inwardly, she grumbled, If you're going to ask a question, just ask—why make your voice so cold? It sent a shiver down her spine.
"Something wrong?" From her phone call earlier, it sounded like someone she knew had been injured in a fight and was hospitalized.