Mu Yu didn't care that Nangong Yehen was present. She looked at Chu Lingzhi with sorrow and cried, "It's not just a role—she's also A Zu's new flame."
Chu Lingzhi's hands paused. "A Zu's new flame?"
Mu Yu nodded. "That woman not only stole my role but also my man. I couldn't stand it..."
"Are you sure A Zu likes her too?" Chu Lingzhi asked, looking at Mu Yu.
Cheng Zu and Mu Yu hadn't been together for just a year or two. Not long ago, Cheng Zu had even said he wanted to marry Mu Yu.
As an outsider, Chu Lingzhi also felt that Cheng Zhu's feelings for Mu Yu were genuine.
Thinking of Cheng Zu's betrayal, Mu Yu cried again, tears streaming down her face like rain on pear blossoms.
"I caught them in bed last week. He knelt and begged for my forgiveness. I never thought today would happen again, wuwu..."
She had originally gone to that woman's house to settle the score, but instead, she ran into Cheng Zu, who had just stepped out of the bathroom.
And that woman, wearing his coat, was covered in hickeys all over her body.
Seeing that scene, Mu Yu was both heartbroken and devastated. She simply couldn't control herself and started hitting.
The two women fought in a tangle. She was initially winning, and the other woman was nearly knocked out by her. Suddenly, Cheng Zu stepped in to separate them and even slapped her, giving the other woman a chance to fight back, which was why she ended up so badly injured.
Yet Cheng Zu forced her to pay compensation, threatening to sue her if she didn't.
If she went to jail, she wouldn't be able to act anymore.
Feeling utterly helpless, Mu Yu had no choice but to turn to Chu Lingzhi.
After hearing her story, Chu Lingzhi inadvertently thought of a man, a trace of bitterness passing through her heart. She let out a deep sigh and smiled wryly. "Men really can't be relied on."
"You're foolish for not keeping your eyes open when choosing a man," Nangong Yehen, who had been silent, suddenly spoke coldly.
Chu Lingzhi thought of how he had been hurt by Ouyang Ruobing, and her gaze toward him became tinged with sympathy.
Nangong Yehen happened to catch that look, and his eyes darkened.
Damn woman, was she sympathizing with him?
He was a formidable, domineering city lord—did he need a woman's sympathy?
Mu Yu stared at Nangong Yehen in silence for several seconds before being frightened by his icy glare and looked away, turning to Chu Lingzhi. What exactly was her relationship with the city lord?
Chu Lingzhi comforted Mu Yu with a few words, then urged her to rest and recover before leaving.
Before she left, Mu Yu asked pitifully, "Lingzhi, is there still hope for my face? Will it be scarred?"
Chu Lingzhi was speechless. The doctor said she had a mild concussion, but she wasn't concerned about her body—only her face.
After leaving the hospital and before getting into the car, Chu Lingzhi looked at Nangong Yehen curiously. "Master Nangong, did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you so eager to accompany me to the hospital to visit my friend?"
Nangong Yehen's eyes darkened. "Get in my car!"
Chu Lingzhi didn't like men who were always ordering people around and exuded danger.
"I have my own car."
"It won't get stolen if you leave it here." Nangong Yehen glanced at the car. Even if it were stolen, it wouldn't cost much.
"I need to drive it back to the company for my assistant. She needs it."
"I'll have my bodyguard drive it back for you."
"Are you saying I'm not going back to the company?"
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow. "Look at what time it is."
Chu Lingzhi checked the time. It was almost four o'clock.
"We'll go pick them up from school together," Nangong Yehen said, his expression slightly awkward as he spoke, and the feeling in his heart was also strange.