Chapter 192

Ling Wu continued rubbing her ankle, not even looking up when she heard this. "I said, looking at you always gives me the feeling that I am your mother."

After saying that, Ling Wu said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, I may have scared you."

The first time she was overwhelmed by the night's howling, her eyes were somewhat misty.

I'm sorry, she probably scared him?

Did I scare him?

There was a knock on the door.

The man's voice was muffled by the door: "Madam, you left your things in the car."

Ye Ti's eyes were calm.

To him, it was just another plaything; it posed no threat whatsoever.

This man was quite fast, though.

He was about to open the door when Ling Wu stopped him, saying, "If nothing unexpected happens, the police have already arrived at Jingyuan. If you don't leave now, you'll miss your chance."

She leaned back on the sofa, holding a rose in her hand and gently smelling it.

When she lowers her eyes slightly, she seems as compassionate and gentle as a deity.

It made his soul tremble.

“When the police arrive, I can send you off this world without lifting a finger.” He said calmly as he walked toward Ling Wu.

“But you haven’t done it, and you’re still talking, which means you don’t know how.” Ling Wu said gently, as if she were really looking at her own child.

That look in his eyes made Ye Ti uncontrollably irritable.

Sensing that something was wrong with his emotions, he glanced at the roses on the table. "You tampered with the roses?"

Lingwu put the roses back into the vase. "I thought you would be very familiar with this bouquet of roses."

Ye Ti then looked closely and realized that he hadn't connected this bouquet of roses with the roses of the little apprentice he had taught.

Flowers watered with nutrients from their own kind can subconsciously evoke feelings of repulsion in humans, causing restlessness and even poisoning.

No wonder he acted impulsively tonight.

What is your relationship with Luo Yue?

"She should be considered his mother."

Ye Ti pursed her lips, "Do you look at everyone and think you're someone else's mother?"

Ling Wu stopped talking, but the knocking on the door continued.

Ye Ti bypassed Ling Wu and walked towards the open window. "If you're willing to join me, I can take you to international fame."

Lingwu turned the photo of herself on the table with her finger, pointing it at Yeti.

The photo above shows her being listed on the rich list.

“There’s a difference between being internationally renowned and being infamous, Mr. Night Cry.”

Ye Ti leaned against the window, unable to determine whether anyone was lying in ambush through the darkness.

But the small, thin piece in his hand was indeed sending him a dangerous signal.

The last time it sent out this signal was when countless dark gun barrels were pointed at his location.

That was the only time he nearly slipped and fell.

"I will come back to find you again." Ye Ti's clear black eyes seemed to be able to deeply engrave Ling Wu's appearance.

He picked up a rose, gently flipped his wrist, and raised it slightly in Lingwu's direction, "Let this be our token."

Without waiting for Ling Wu's reply, he jumped out of the window without the slightest hesitation, showing no fear of the eight-story height.

Lingwu glanced at the early autumn night sky outside the window, where the stars shone brightly.

As the door was kicked open, Jiang Du only had time to see a dark shadow flash by outside the window.

"Madam, are you alright?" He strode forward, his forehead covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his white gloves stained with dust and blood.

Lingwu shook her head, her gaze shifting from the window to Jiang Du's hands.

"It's rare to see you injured after all these years."

Lingwu got up and took out the gauze and alcohol.

Jiang Du's worry was still evident on his face. Upon seeing this, he took a step back and bowed, saying, "Madam, it's too dirty. I'll do it myself."

"Take off your gloves."

"lady……"

Lingwu remained silent, just staring at him. Under her gaze, Jiang Du finally blushed and took off his white gloves.

The man's fingers were very beautiful, with well-proportioned and long knuckles and clear palm lines, but upon closer inspection, there was a scar on his palm.

Even now, despite wearing gloves, the wound is still covered in dust.

Lingwu picked up gauze and alcohol and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand.

Her movements were fluid and elegant, her delicate hands as smooth as fine white jade. Jiang Du's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched, and finally he lowered his eyes, unable to look any longer.

Even as he inwardly despised himself for aspiring to be a god with his ethereal existence, his heart still raced uncontrollably.

Ling Wu moved quickly, and as she finished, she asked, "The old scar on your palm, was it from when you were cut by a shard of porcelain?"

“…Hmm.” Jiang Du seemed a little flustered, his palms feeling as if they were being burned by fire.

That year, when his wife suffered a severe migraine and stepped onto the bed on broken porcelain shards, his hand was injured as a result.

However, he later learned from this experience and did not apply any medicine, deliberately leaving a scar as a reminder to himself.

Every time he touched his wounds, he felt countless regrets, wondering why he hadn't taken better care of his wife back then.

In that case, the lady might not have been injured.

His thoughts were fleeting, and he reverted to his old self as Butler Jiang.

"Madam, I just saw a dark shadow at the window..."

Lingwu nodded, interrupting him and preventing him from continuing to ask questions.

Jiang Du immediately fell silent.

"Put out the bouquet of orange roses that Lanlan brought today, and then you can go back now."

"...Yes, madam."

He didn't ask his wife why she did this; he only knew that doing his job well was one of the reasons he had been able to stay by her side for so many years.

Ling Wu gazed at the boundless night, her eyes utterly calm.

He Tinglan would always send her roses, sometimes white, sometimes pink, sometimes orange, and so on...

But there was no red.

And every time, she would ask him to send an extra bouquet of the extremely beautiful red roses from the He family's back garden.

He Tinglan refused more than once, but each time she would send the extra bouquet as requested, only occasionally adding a reminder:

"You can only place it by the window. Don't remove the outer packaging, don't get too close to it, and definitely don't touch it with your hands. I will come and replace it with a new one."

She had never heard that when He Tinglan gave her roses later, he would also put a sachet on her.

Since then, the unpleasant feeling associated with red roses has disappeared.

After Jiang Du left, Ling Wu sat alone on the sofa, feeling the gentle touch of the night breeze blowing into the living room.

Thirteen years have passed, and time has flown by.

Li Zhenzhen's dream came true in the fifth year. Her medicinal cuisine restaurant opened overseas. Apart from the initial investment from Ling Wu, she managed it herself afterward.

As a result, traditional Chinese medicine has gradually come into the public eye and received key support from the state, solving countless intractable diseases.

Lingwu's migraines have also been cured for more than ten years thanks to Li Zhenzhen's medicinal diet and massage.

When she left the He family, Jiang Du only said one sentence: "Wherever Madam is, Jiang Du will be there."

He then left with her and became her private housekeeper for many years.

In the early years, the Duan family's path to success was not easy.

But once one hurdle is overcome, another becomes much easier. In this way, they gradually climb to the top and completely suppress the He family.

Later, Lady Jiang surpassed Lady He to become second, and Lady He was relegated to third place.

Since then, and it remains so to this day.

He Cheng juggles work and family, but he's still not close to his two children.

The once spirited and ambitious president of the He Group, after more than a decade of mental and physical exhaustion, inevitably showed signs of weariness despite his daily skincare routine.

Although she is much better than her peers, she is far inferior to Jiang Zhi, who has a good routine and exercises regularly.

The two little devils appeared to be one graceful and the other handsome, but the filth behind them was buried deep and unknown to others.

Now that Beibanban has returned and Yeti has come to this country, it is time to end all of this.