That evening, for the first time, he let Chu Lingzhi bathe him. Chu Lingzhi was so moved she was a mess. After helping him bathe and returning to her room, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Chu Junyu stood nearby, utterly speechless. It was just a bath—was crying really necessary?
That night, Chu Lingzhi slept wonderfully. When she woke up, it was already 8:30, and Chu Junyu had long since left for school. After washing up, Chu Lingzhi went downstairs. Before she even reached the living room, she spotted Nangong Yehen sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper from the stairway. His long legs were crossed as he held the paper, his fine, scattered bangs covering his cold, deep-set eyes. Chu Lingzhi paused, standing there watching him. Sitting there so quietly, he exuded elegance and nobility—a man of immense charm. With his exquisite, strong physique, impressive skills, breathtaking beauty, unparalleled grace, and formidable social standing, why had Ouyang Ruobing left him back then? Was it because of his twisted personality?
Suddenly, Nangong Yehen lifted his gaze, looking at her. "Is it fun sneaking a peek like that?" "Who’s sneaking a peek at you? I’m looking at you openly." "Am I handsome?" "Not as handsome as my son." What narcissism. Nangong Yehen curled his lips. "Your son you can look at but not eat." "You’re the same." Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow. "I can let you eat me." At that, Chu Lingzhi couldn’t help recalling what had happened between them at the hotel last time. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she said disdainfully, "Who wants to eat you? So tough and bulky, I couldn’t even bite into it." With that, she headed straight to the dining room, planning to eat breakfast and then go to the company. Nangong Yehen put down the newspaper and stood up, every movement exuding a unique, lazy elegance. As Chu Lingzhi sat down, she saw him enter and was surprised. "You haven’t eaten either?" Nangong Yehen smiled faintly. "I’ll eat with you." The servants brought out their breakfasts and placed them in front of them. Chu Lingzhi smiled. "Since when did Master Nangong become so romantic?" She didn’t want him eating with her at all—with him there, she couldn’t enjoy her meal fully. Nangong Yehen looked at her deeply. "When you behave well." Chu Lingzhi raised an eyebrow, thinking back. Wasn’t her behavior always the same? Suddenly, she gave a light laugh. "Master Nangong, if I behave well, will you like me?" Nangong Yehen’s gaze paused, his eyes deepening as if lost in thought. "Don’t bother considering my question. Even if you liked me, I wouldn’t like you." In a good mood, Chu Lingzhi found the fresh shrimp porridge delicious and buried her head in it, drinking it down nonstop. Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a hint of a smile. "You’ll fall in love with me." "Cough, cough…" Chu Lingzhi suddenly burst into a violent coughing fit, and ungracefully sprayed the porridge from her mouth right into Nangong Yehen’s bowl. At the sight, Nangong Yehen’s refined face darkened completely. "Chu Lingzhi!" "Sorry, I didn’t mean to." Chu Lingzhi quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth. The servant hurried over to take away his breakfast, cleaned the table, and brought him another serving. "Master Nangong, don’t drop such explosive topics on me at the dining table from now on." Chu Lingzhi rubbed her throat; the coughing had choked it and made it sore. Damn it, why did he have to say she’d fall in love with him? Nangong Yehen glared at her with a dark expression, his aura suddenly turning icy. Damn woman!