"Master Nangong, you and Huo Luan are both injured. Based on what I know, I've made you food that won't affect wound healing—light and delicious." Chu Lingzhi turned around, facing Nangong Yehen, and said with a smile.
Wearing an apron, she exuded a kind of uniformed allure. Nangong Yehen pressed his lips tightly together.
Suddenly, his brows shot up high. "You can cook?"
What tone was that? What expression was that? What look was that?
Doubting her? A simple meal—how could that stump her?
Chu Lingzhi smiled faintly. "Yes, Master Nangong."
"Bring it to my study when it's done." He tossed out the words coldly, then turned and strode upstairs with a cool, commanding air.
A servant followed, standing at the kitchen door, staring at Nangong Yehen's back with a dazed expression.
Chu Lingzhi noticed and was slightly taken aback. "Lin Ling, what are you staring at Master Nangong for?"
Lin Ling sighed. "If only I could become Master Nangong's woman."
Chu Lingzhi pursed her lips. "The mother of his children is standing right here."
Though she didn't care for Nangong Yehen, everyone in the estate knew that Chu Junyu and Nangong Yichen were Nangong Yehen's biological sons, and she was their biological mother.
The servants and bodyguards here treated her as the mistress. Hearing Lin Ling's words, she felt Lin Ling showed no respect at all.
What if she really was Nangong Yehen's wife? What if she truly loved him? Was this servant saying this in front of her to make her upset?
Lin Ling turned around, looking at Chu Lingzhi with a listless expression. She could clearly see that Chu Lingzhi didn't like Master Nangong.
If she didn't like him, why would she care about other women liking him?
Back in the study, Nangong Yehen dialed a number.
"Investigate immediately who the assassins at Deepwater Racecourse today belong to!"
After hanging up, the man's gaze turned icy cold, his whole body exuding a chilling, awe-inspiring murderous intent, like a demon in the darkness.
Anyone daring to assassinate him faced only one consequence—death!
The phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, his cold, murderous eyes softened slightly.
As soon as he answered, a childish, anxious, and worried voice came through.
"Daddy, you're injured. Is it serious?"
Nangong Yehen curled his lips into a faint smile. "You found out I was hurt that quickly?"
"Mommy just called me and said you guys ran into an assassin ambush at the racecourse."
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
"Daddy, you and Uncle Huo Luan are both hurt, but Mommy isn't. I'm really glad."
Hearing this, Nangong Yehen asked displeasedly, "You only care about your mommy, not your daddy?"
"I care! I care about both! I'm glad because in that dangerous situation, you thought to protect Mommy."
Nangong Yehen was silent for a moment before saying, "She was quick-witted."
"She's quick-witted, you're smart—what a perfect match." Chu Junyu chuckled.
Nangong Yehen's eyes brightened slightly. "You little rascal, I'm injured and you're still in the mood for jokes like that?"
"Daddy, have you found out who did it?"
"Still investigating."
"Oh, Daddy, tonight Little Old Man and I are staying at school to finish our homework before coming home. Have your bodyguard pick us up an hour later."
Nangong Yehen frowned. "Can't you do it at home?"
"The whole class is staying here, and the teacher's watching. It's just an hour later."
Nangong Yehen thought it over. "Fine."