Chapter 8: Who Wants Your Worthless Junk!

"That's what he said?"

Inside a speeding black Bugatti, Chu Lingshuang sat in the back seat, her voice cold as ice.

From the driver's seat, Yu Xueyan shot a glance at the rearview mirror, visibly agitated. "Yes, Miss. Where on earth did you find such a specimen? He doesn't even care about money…"

Chu Lingshuang was silent for a moment before she replied frostily, "Picked him up by the roadside."

"Pfft—"

Yu Xueyan's hand slipped, and she nearly sent the car into a ditch.

"Miss, are you out of your mind? You can't just pick up strange men off the street! What if his family finds out?!"

The Chu family might be powerful enough to blot out the sky, but if this man were to die, that could be dealt with. The problem was he was very much alive, and if he suddenly disappeared, his family would turn the world upside down in search!

It was midday. Harsh sunlight flashed through the car windows. Chu Lingshuang's eyes darkened, her voice cold as ever. "They won't find out."

"You…"

Yu Xueyan wanted to protest further, but a glance in the rearview mirror caught the icy chill in Chu Lingshuang's eyes, so sharp it felt as if it could pierce right through her.

She shivered and quickly changed the subject. "Miss, I've finished investigating the incident from last time. It was Zhang Yingying who tampered with your wine glass at the banquet. I've already told the staff to cut off all contracts with the Zhang family. As for Zhang Yingying, how would you like to deal with her?"

She prattled on, but Chu Lingshuang didn't seem to be listening.

Her slender neck was tilted back, head resting against the seat cushion, eyes half-closed as she gazed thoughtfully at the scenery flashing by outside.

She suddenly felt that today's journey home was interminably long. They'd been driving for ages and still hadn't arrived.

Sensing this, Yu Xueyan wisely fell silent and focused on the road.

…

Lin Feng sipped his tea. The warmth soothed his nausea considerably.

Bored, he watched the maids bustling about, then turned to stare out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Beyond it, the bright midday garden basked in sunlight. Other than the maids' hurried footsteps, he could even hear the wind whistling outside.

He thought back over the past fifteen years. Before he reached adulthood, even sleep was a tense affair, haunted by the fear of being cast out at any moment.

He had always lived cautiously, groveling and shrinking back, until his spirit and body were utterly exhausted.

He had never before sat so quietly, simply appreciating the beauty of the world.

The wind-stirred branches and leaves brought comfort to his soul. For a moment, he felt utterly at ease, as if nothing in the outside world had anything to do with him…

If he hadn’t been forced to stay here, perhaps he might have come to like this place.

But his brief peace was soon broken. He saw, not far from the lawn, a black Bugatti rolling up.

The demon was back!

Lin Feng snapped to attention. Just as he opened his mouth, the movement tugged at the wound on his throat, sending a sharp, lingering pain through him.

"Miss is back—hurry!" Aunt Wang, who had been watching the window, called out urgently. The maids immediately moved faster, wrapping up their tasks before the black car even arrived.

Aunt Wang hurried to the main entrance. Noticing Lin Feng still seated on the sofa, she couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, the young lady is back. You should get up and greet her."

Did she think she was some mountain king? Greeting her at the door? Ridiculous!

Lin Feng curled his lip. "Doesn’t she have legs? She can walk, can’t she?"

Aunt Wang could only shake her head helplessly, saying nothing more as she opened the door, a polite smile on her face.

Outside, Chu Lingshuang wore an off-shoulder black dress, the skirt trailing elegantly with every step she took, as if she were treading on lotus petals.

"Welcome home, Miss," Aunt Wang said, stepping aside and asking, "Lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

Chu Lingshuang responded with a cool "Mm," her sharp gaze sweeping the living room until it landed on Lin Feng, still sitting on the sofa.

Noticing her look, Aunt Wang hurried to explain, "Sir was very ill this morning. He probably hasn't recovered yet…" The implication was that she was vouching for Lin Feng.

Chu Lingshuang understood, but did not expose the lie. "See to the meal," she said.

"Yes, yes!" Aunt Wang nodded repeatedly and hurried to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng, intending to seize the moment to drink some water and express his displeasure at Chu Lingshuang’s return, was caught off guard by Aunt Wang's words.

He nearly spat out his water. How did Aunt Wang know he’d been sick all morning upstairs when she hadn’t even gone up? Was the whole villa under surveillance?

If that was the case, every move he made was watched. There were probably hidden eyes everywhere in this place, people he couldn’t even detect. For now, he had no chance to strike back at Chu Lingshuang.

He had no time to ponder further before Chu Lingshuang crossed the room and stopped in front of him.

Her outward beauty was truly breathtaking—if only she weren’t a lunatic.

Lin Feng remained on the sofa, glaring at her in a mix of resentment and helplessness.

He watched as she took a box from her bag and extracted a necklace. At the end of the chain hung a pink gemstone, glimmering in the sunlight with a bell-like structure.

He didn’t recognize the brand, but anything Chu Lingshuang chose would never be cheap or ordinary.

Her gaze drifted to the bandages on his neck. With a mocking curl of her lips, she said, "You’d best take good care of your wound, or you won’t be able to wear this necklace."

"Who wants your stupid trinket?" Lin Feng shot back without hesitation. Did she think he was a dog, being gifted a collar?

What rubbish—he was a grown man and would never wear such a thing!

Amused by his reaction, Chu Lingshuang only grinned, not angry in the slightest. As if he weren’t even human, she remarked, "How adorable."

Lin Feng clenched the cup in his hand in fury and hurled it at her feet.

With a loud crash, the shattering cup echoed through the entire hall.

Aunt Wang rushed over, face pale with worry, and hurriedly began cleaning the tea that had splashed onto Chu Lingshuang’s skirt. "Miss, I’m so sorry. I forgot to clear away the cups…"

A flash of anger crossed Chu Lingshuang’s eyes, but she simply replied coolly, "It’s fine, Aunt Wang. Go serve the food—we can clean up later."

"Yes, yes!" Aunt Wang quickly agreed, but not before she cast a shocked glance at Lin Feng.

It was the first time she’d ever seen anyone dare to treat her young mistress this way.

Even more astonishing, her mistress wasn’t even angry…