Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

“Oh god,” Xue Ning massages her temples. “My boss is in on it too? What the fuck?”

“Highly likely.” Tianwei says grimly. “Which means that the party responsible for this incident is powerful, organised and most likely relentless.”

“Fuck,” Jingwei clenches his hands. She notices his fingers are shaking slightly. “Okay, now maybe they don’t know we’re onto them. Is there anything we can investigate from the club? Like… the leftover spiked drink?”

“It’ll be all gone by now,” Xue Ning points out. “We always clean up before we close. And it would have evaporated seeing that we’ve been here for hours.”

“Even when one of their own employees gets drugged?” Jingwei asks, choosing to ignore her quip about evaporation. There had to be something left behind – if not the alcohol, perhaps prints on the glass?

“Especially then.” She sighs, wondering if she was fired for that stunt. The only messages she received from the club were anxious messages from Qiu Tong wondering how she was. She had replied before lunch that she was alive.

She really meant that little to everyone else. Even when she could have died, only one person at work bothered to check on her well-being. Her family was far away, and they hadn’t heard about her news – and she wanted to keep it that way.

She felt tears well up in her eyes and hurriedly scrubbed them away in frustration.

“Here,” Jingwei hands her a tissue. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.” She wasn’t. He should stop looking at her like a kicked puppy. He was the one that had people out to end him, for goodness sake.

“Well, I always did know someday, I would piss someone off badly enough they’d want to kill me.” Jingwei muses, a tad melodramatically. Xue Ning scoffed.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Tianwei says dryly, gripping his brother’s shoulder. “At least let Father have that honour. You have to come home now.”

“But what about Xue Ning?” Jingwei protests.

“Are you a doctor? A nurse? What else can you do for her, peel fruit?” Tianwei asks.

“He can’t do that either, the maids did it,” Xue Ning chimes in. Jingwei gives her a betrayed look.

“Ge, you already said someone powerful is after me. They could go after Xue Ning too – for revenge!”

A contemplative look crosses Tianwei’s face.

“While that might be true, staying here is not a long-term solution. I suggest -“

A handphone rings, interrupting him. Tianwei prepares to reject the call, but then pauses.

“Who’s that? Your girlfriend?” Jingwei teases.

“See for yourself.” Tianwei gestures to his handphone screen. Jingwei takes one look and pales immediately.

“Hello, Father,” Tianwei answers the call and then puts it on speaker. Xue Ning tries not to laugh at Jingwei’s obvious panic.

“Tianwei, where is that idiotic brother of yours?” A gravelly voice asks.

Jingwei gives Tianwei a pleading look, shaking his head frantically. It’s hard to not laugh at the sight.

Tianwei nods in response. Jingwei’s relief is short-lived.

“He’s right next to me Father, would you like to speak to him?”