Chapter 162: A Token for Nuonuo

Song Qingtian returned to the elevator and let out a sigh of relief.

That person named Siming was a ruthless and unforgiving individual—she had read about him in novels. He was the one who held the family’s power over life and death, essentially the guardian elder in some ancient clans.

And whenever the new head of the family went out, it was always him who stood guard nearby.

But he never intervened in minor matters; anything he did get involved in must be extremely important.

Song Qingtian’s firm refusal was precisely to make them abandon any thoughts of taking her daughter.

It was said that they only chose girls of exceptionally high status and social standing for their sacrifices.

So picking Nuonuo wasn’t surprising at all.

Still, Song Qingtian would never allow it.

Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear.

She pretended to be very strong, but in reality, she wasn’t strong at all.

Just the way that man named Siming looked at her made her a little worried—what if they really went on a killing spree?

Fortunately, she had made it back.

Song Qingtian stepped out of the elevator.

As soon as she entered the office, she saw Ling Hanyu standing by the window. When the door closed, Ling Hanyu turned around and took a good look at Song Qingtian.

“Come here!”

Song Qingtian was speechless—whom was he calling?

With a nonchalant tone, Song Qingtian said, “I’ve already refused them, so they should leave too.”

“Mm.”

After saying that, Ling Hanyu waved his hand, signaling Song Qingtian to come over.

Song Qingtian’s face darkened—she wasn’t a dog, after all.

She wasn’t going over.

Instead, she walked straight to the sofa, completely ignoring Ling Hanyu.

Ling Hanyu’s expression tightened. “I told you to come over.”

“I’m not going.”

Song Qingtian wasn’t his pet—why on earth should she go over?

Not going, Song Qingtian sat proudly beside her daughter, watching her drop all her guard. She couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief: “Mommy will definitely protect you.”

For Ling Nuonuo, Song Qingtian would do anything.

Ling Hanyu walked over to Song Qingtian and sat down on the wooden coffee table opposite her.

Looking at Song Qingtian, Ling Hanyu gently lifted her chin.

Song Qingtian tilted her head up slightly, her whole face pale and devoid of color.

“Are you scared?”

Ling Hanyu asked her, and Song Qingtian shot him a look like she was staring at an idiot. She pulled her chin away and said, “Haven’t you heard that some people specifically kidnap young children—children of very high status—and the buyers’ purpose is simple: they need these kids’ organs to use for their own children?”

Ling Hanyu didn’t respond. It was just hearsay, after all.

After all, there are all kinds of dark things in this world.

You shouldn’t be surprised if something like this happens.

But when Song Qingtian brought it up, Ling Hanyu was actually taken aback.

“Paranoia?”

Is it that she gets scared of everything at the slightest thing, her mind no longer under control, and she starts imagining all sorts of crazy things?

Song Qingtian felt a bit tired—not physically, but emotionally…

There were just too many things going on, and she’d been exhausted for a long time.

When it came to her daughter, she felt both emotionally drained and deeply frightened.

This time, it was her own carelessness.

“It’s not entirely that—I’m just scared!”

Song Qingtian looked at her daughter’s frail little face and said softly, “Nuonuo is my only one. I won’t let anyone hurt her!”

Ling Hanyu’s face instantly clouded over.

“My only one?”

Then what am I?

He stood up abruptly.

Daughter, daughter—always thinking about her daughter.

He went back to his seat and started working.

Song Qingtian sat on the sofa, holding her daughter close and gently patting her to help her fall asleep. After a while, her daughter drifted off to sleep.

Ling Hanyu had been quite agitated earlier, but seeing Song Qingtian fast asleep, he suddenly calmed down.

Was this woman trying to push him out of her world?

What was there to be afraid of with him around?

Those people dare!

Ling Hanyu got up and went outside to wait for Secretary Yang.

Secretary Yang arrived soon after.

Seeing Ling Hanyu, he hurried over: “All those people have left, but that little boy left something for Madam.”

Ling Hanyu frowned. “What is it?”

“A letter and a knife.”

Ling Hanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in his black pupils.

“Give it to me.”

“The little boy said I must hand it to Madam personally.”

Ling Hanyu’s face grew even colder. “Are you quitting?”

The office door swung open, and Song Qingtian reached out without asking a question, snatching the envelope from Secretary Yang’s hand.

Turning around, Song Qingtian went into the office, opened the envelope, and took out a letter along with a small jade knife.

The knife wasn’t big—it looked more like a pendant.

The letter described one incident: he didn’t know the family rules, but Uncle Nine had just told him he decided to leave and might never bother again. The jade knife was his personal possession, something he always carried with him. If danger struck, it could protect Nuonuo.”

Song Qingtian immediately put the jade knife on Ling Nuonuo, but Ling Hanyu objected: “Take it off!”

“No, don’t take it off! This is to protect Nuonuo. Since it’s a family heirloom, it’ll definitely come in handy.”

“Then you’re still not allowed to wear it.”

Ling Hanyu tried to grab the jade knife in a domineering manner, but Song Qingtian blocked him, shielding her daughter.

End of Chapter 162: A Token for Nuonuo