Chapter 1407 - 1424: The Contest Between Grandfather and Grandson

Chapter 1407: Chapter 1424: The Contest Between Grandfather and Grandson

Xiaonuan was tightly embraced by Nangong Yaoling, and her whole heart seemed to be rescued from deep waters and fierce flames. She inhaled his familiar masculine scent, feeling his heartbeat and body temperature, experiencing the tenderness and affection in the way his palm caressed her hair.

Once again, she couldn’t control herself as tears streamed down uncontrollably.

"Nangong Yaoling... Nangong Yaoling... I... I..."

"Say no more... silly girl, I know it all. You silly girl..." Nangong Yaoling murmured with infinite tenderness and heartache. Just now, he saw her struggle, her determination, and in her final decision, she chose him, not revenge.

She gave up revenge; everything was just for him.

He understood her heart, and that was the part that pained him the most.

This silly woman, how could she not make him heartbroken, how could she not make him love her?

Nangong Yaoling slowly released the woman trembling in his arms, lowering his head, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.

But soon another wave of tears wet his fingertips.

Nangong Yaoling was heartbroken, unable to breathe, he cupped her face in his hands and said in a low, gentle voice: "Alright... Xiaonuan, don’t cry anymore. I’m here, with me here, there’s nothing to fear."

All of Xiaonuan’s grievances and helplessness were completely released the moment she saw Nangong Yaoling appear.

She looked into the man’s deep and earnest eyes; her uneasy heart seemed to find a harbor to dock. She wanted to rush into his broad embrace again, just to hold him like that.

However, as she gradually regained her composure and clarity, she looked at him and nodded lightly.

She indicated that she trusted him, she was willing to trust him.

No matter how disadvantageous her position was, as long as he was there, she could hide behind him and be unafraid of anything.

Shaochen stood to the side, watching Xiaonuan and Nangong Yaoling.

His lowered hand formed a fist, his eyes filled with complexity and unease.

Meanwhile, Nangong Zhongli looked at Shaochen, then at Nangong Yaoling.

Her eyes, in an instant, seemed ashen; however, in that ashen gaze, as she stared at Shaochen’s handsome face, certain images flickered in her mind, sparking a few tiny flames, gently flickering, flickering.

She was lying on the ground, one hand gripping the velvet of the carpet tightly.

Nangong Yaoling released Xiaonuan, giving her a gentle smile.

Then he turned around.

In the moment of his turning, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a terrifying, profound chill and... an indescribable complex glow.

His gaze didn’t fall on Nangong Zhongli on the floor, instead, he looked directly at Nangong Jinlie.

"Grandfather... when did you return? Why didn’t you let me know, so I could send someone to pick you up? But, you seem to be in good health."

"Oh, Ling’er, it’s nothing. I’m still quite robust. I returned in a hurry this time, so I didn’t inform you," Nangong Jinlie smiled.

Yet his smile on his face mirrored in his somewhat flickering, uneasy eyes, appearing rather bizarre.

Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that this grandfather-grandchild duo, from childhood to now, had never spoken to each other in such a tone.

"Is that so? Even if you are still quite robust, you shouldn’t be worrying about things for your grandson like this, it would make me seem unfilial; you should trust me to handle my own matters well."