Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

As such, the four of them got into Jingwei’s Ferrari, after Wei Yan helped put a huge box of Epi-pens into the car boot.

Xue Ning didn’t remember it being such a tight fit at the back when she fell asleep in Jingwei’s car before, but then again, Jingwei was now sitting with her, and he took up a lot of legroom.

“This car of yours really isn’t a family car,” she complained, trying to squeeze in the back. She shoved him more deeply inside the car to make more room for herself, purposely kicking his ankles.

Jingwei yelped, and retaliated by grabbing her and making her sit on his lap, nearly causing her to squeal.

“Nonsense, every car is a family car if you’re sitting in it with me,” Jingwei argued. “You are my family!”

“Nice sentiment, but that doesn’t change the fact there’s no room for two grownups in the back,” Xue Ning retorted as she tried to get comfortable with Jingwei’s ridiculously long legs. To make room, she’d need to chop them off!

“How much did you pay for this car? I think you got scammed.” Xue Ning continued to grumble. How could a car be so poorly designed – if it can’t even comfortably sit four people, it was just a fancier motorbike!

“I’ll get us a bigger car in future,” Jingwei promised. This was his favourite car, but Xue Ning had a point. In the past, he often drove alone. His ‘friends’ had their own cars. Sometimes, he would drive women, but even then, they’d be in the seat next to him – and there hardly was anyone that warranted a second drive in his car, let alone being able to demand more room.

But now things have changed!

Jingwei thought about their future. If they had children, they would need child seats and boosters, and those definitely would take room. Maybe he should get one of those family SUVs, just in case he needed to drive Xue Ning’s family too.

“Is everything alright?” Ming Guang asked politely, even though he could see what was going on in the rearview mirror. “Perhaps we should take another car, or split up, as per my earlier suggestion.”

Could this couple keep their hands off each other even as they bickered?

Ming Guang was starting to doubt that was possible, for Sun Jingwei had held onto his wife’s hand the whole time when he was walking to the carpark.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine,” Xue Ning hastily assured him, but not without a final kick at Jingwei’s shin. Jingwei was now sprawled all over the backseat like a blanket, and she was half-lying on top of him, scowling.

He gave her a smug smile. She pinched his nose and he yelped, tugging her down so she fit snugly against his chest.

For his peace of mind, Ming Guang tried to look for the button to raise the divider between the drivers and passengers.

Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful, because Jingwei’s Ferrari was never meant to have people in the backseat to begin with.

Wei Yan gave him a pitying look – but he was less bothered by the blatant displays of affection than he was. His focus was more on whether Sun Jingwei had good taste in driving music or not!

He clicked on the music player, and an obnoxious pop song began playing from the speakers. Ming Guang’s eyebrow twitched, as a high pitched voice began to squeal Cheer Up Baby repeatedly

“Turn that shit off,” he barked out, and Wei Yan obeyed. He settled for turning on the radio louder to hopefully drown out whatever sounds Mr Sun and his wife would be making in the back seat.

Meanwhile, Xue Ning and Jingwei weren’t complete degenerates with exhibitionist kinks, so they did not paw at each other in the back seat, to the relief of their bodyguards. They finally managed to settle down with little violence, with Jingwei hugging Xue Ning as they lay on the backseat together.

Instead, Xue Ning was staring despondently at the tattered bloody remains of her outfit, heartlessly packed into a plastic bag after she picked it up from the bathroom floor. Such a beautiful outfit, ruined by misfortune and her own carelessness! No amount of dry cleaning was going to salvage this mess!

She mentally prayed for Lady Su Yan to forgive her. She had painstakingly prepared an outfit for her, turning her from an ugly duckling into a swan, and she ruined it in less than a day. Maybe this was a sign that someone like her wasn’t meant for luxury or beautiful clothing.

“Hey, don’t feel bad about the outfit,” Jingwei said, seeing Xue Ning’s crestfallen look as she stared into the bag. He wrapped his arms around her. “The most important thing is that you’re alright.”

“I know,” she said, “but I still feel bad. Lady Su Yan worked hard on it.”

“She’ll understand,” Jingwei said. “Especially after we let her know that you stabbed someone to protect me.”

“I stabbed someone,” Xue Ning echoed, recalling the feel of hot blood spurting on her hands. “Would you still like me if I told you that I don’t feel bad at all?”

“Nah, he deserved it,” Jingwei said coolly. “If he wasn’t already bleeding out and we didn’t need him alive, I would have stabbed him too for touching you without permission.”

“…Good to know,” Xue Ning said, as Jingwei’s bloodthirstiness made a brief reappearance. She remembered the look in his eyes when he grabbed Ya Ren, and how he casually offered to chop off his legs and dick if he bothered her again.

“I’m glad Captain Mu interrupted us though. I don’t want you to become a murderer.”

“Well, I’m a real lady killer.” Jingwei said jokingly. Xue Ning stared at him, unamused, and he fell silent.

“In my defence, I don’t want to be a murderer too? I think?”

“You’d better not,” she threatened. “And after we get cleaned up, you’d better tell me everything about Wu Shang Jing and what happened in the past! No more secrets! I need to know everything!”

“Yes dear,” Jingwei said with a lopsided grin, even as his heart began to beat with dread at the thought of spilling his dirty secrets and his less-than-stellar past. Hopefully Xue Ning would still want to remain by his side afterwards. If not…

That thought was depressing, so he refused to think about it any longer. He didn’t want to sully this moment.

“I will never keep a secret from you again.”