Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

In less than 15 minutes, Xue Ning had successfully packed her clothes and toiletries back into her luggage, and she tried to restore the room back into a relatively pristine condition. It was a bit awkward to have two male strangers move into a room she had been sleeping in for a week, so she took more care in making sure that she didn’t leave things like spare sanitary pads lying around.

“I’m done, you guys can move in now,” Xue Ning said, after she was satisfied with how the room looked.

“And you can move into my room!” Jingwei added cheerfully. “I placed an order for a hair dryer, just for you. It’ll arrive tomorrow!”

Xue Ning’s heart warmed. He remembered their past conversations. “Thanks.”

Unpacking was also quick, Jingwei was overly eager in helping her move into his room. He shoved his Armani silk shirts aside to make room for her own cheap cotton clothes, and he all but emptied one of his underwear drawers just to give her space to put her own.

Still, she shooed him away when he wanted to peer over her head to see what she brought.

(If they continued to sleep together in future, he would have many more chances to see them anyway! He’d better not make some comment about how unsexy they were – she’d kill him.)

For the bathroom, he helped her display her meagre toiletries right in the centre so no one could miss them.

Her box of sanitary pads was placed in the corner of the bathroom, and she pointedly did not look at the lube bottle still standing innocuously next to the bathtub. Now that she had seen Jingwei’s cock, it was hard to not imagine him pleasuring himself in the bathroom.

Jingwei grinned at her reddening face, as though he could tell what she was thinking.

“Xue Ning, we should celebrate you moving into my room,” Jingwei said, giving her a warm back hug as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, discreetly trying to lead her to the huge, soft, welcoming bed in the middle of his room.

Apparently he wasn’t discreet enough, for Xue Ning merely smacked his arm and pulled away.

“What celebration? Don’t forget, you’re supposed to tell me what happened between you and Zhou Yu. And the whole mess with Wu Shang Jing.” Xue Ning demanded hotly. “I may have defended you just now, but if I find out you’re hiding important information from me – I’ll skin you alive!”

Jingwei gave her one last squeeze and then let go. “In that case, we’d better go to the living room. If you skin me here, you won’t be able to sleep with all the blood splatters. I need to tell Ming Guang and Wei Yan too anyway.”

“Fine,” Xue Ning said, narrowing her eyes at his easy acquiescence, his carefree cheerfulness slowly leaking away. She was not going to like whatever came out of his mouth.

The four of them gathered in the living room.

“I’m sure all of you have many questions.” Jingwei began.

Ming Guang gave him an unimpressed look. “Yes, for a start, what did you do to your car? It refused to let me out.”

“Oh, I created a programme that allowed me to access my car’s mainframe from my phone. I simply implemented a few key commands so that you won’t be able to unlock the door without me cancelling the command.” Jingwei replied.

Everyone stared at him blankly. Xue Ning blinked a few times, but still the words did not compute. It was as though Jingwei began to speak in French.

“Sure,” Xue Ning said flatly. “And I’m actually a great trapeze artist in a circus.”

“You are? That’s great!” Jingwei replied encouragingly.

“No I’m not!”

Ming Guang looked even more upset. “Mr Sun, we’re trying to ensure your safety. Kindly refrain from telling tall tales!”

“I’m telling the truth!” Jingwei exclaimed.

Three pairs of disbelieving eyes greeted his statement.

Jingwei sighed. “Guys, I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m actually a pretty good hacker. Well, I was anyway. I’ve been out of practice for a while.”

“WHAT?” It wasn’t clear who exclaimed first, but Xue Ning was sure that her voice was the loudest.

“Jingwei, the words in the sentence you spoke made sense separately, but somehow, when they are joined together, they don’t make sense.” Xue Ning continued, crossing her arms and shaking her head. If Jingwei had told her he used to be a male porn star, or a male stripper, or that he used to steal cars, she would have believed it more easily.

How could she possibly wrap around the idea that Sun Jingwei was a hacker? A verified computer genius?

When she met him, he was a lech that nearly got drugged because he was distracted by a woman’s breasts? Shouldn’t hackers be more… intelligent?

“I assure you, I’m not kidding.” Jingwei said, putting his hand out to swear his sincerity. “I was planning to let that part of my past die, but then Wu Shang Jing reappeared and he’s out to destroy my entire family. I think it’s high time I told all of you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still wrapping my mind around the fact that you are a hacker,” Xue Ning said. “This is completely unexpected. If you told me you had an illegitimate son, I would have believed you more easily.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” Jingwei replied, half-frowning. “I always make sure to use protection!”

“Can we please go back to the subject in question?” Wei Yan asked. “Mr Sun, this is hard for us to believe. Is there a way you can prove it?”

Jingwei gave another world-weary sigh. “Xue Ning, do you remember the time you took a ride in my BMW? And then you heard Lady Yu’s wife coming out from the GPS?”

Wei Yan and Ming Guang discreetly looked at each other. Hopefully Sun Jingwei was talking about normal car rides, and not dirtier riding.

Xue Ning frowned as she faintly recalled such an incident. They were on her way to her home to pack her things.

“Yes? So you’re telling me that was your doing?”

“Of course!” Jingwei said proudly. “I’ve only been using my skills when it comes to upgrading my cars.”