Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

“So I came back, and hated it. Everyone thought they had an idea of who I was, and it was just so tiring to correct them, so I left again for further studies,” Jingwei said, leaning back on his comfortable sofa. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“More importantly, Wu Shang Jing is back from the dead, and out to get revenge on me for ruining him and his entire family. Did you know that in those six months, my family swallowed up all his family’s assets? Absorbed their company and their subsidiaries, took over their properties and holdings? That’s how we got even richer so quickly. We literally took over their market share.”

“No wonder he’s upset,” Xue Ning guessed. “He’ll think that you and your family orchestrated his family’s downfall on purpose, just so you guys could dominate. If I were him, I’d be pissed too.”

“You would?” Jingwei asked cautiously, opening one eye to gaze at Xue Ning. “Does it mean… you think I was stupid and did the wrong thing?”

“Of course not!” Xue Ning exclaimed, smacking his thigh. He jolted at the pain. “You did the right thing! I can’t believe your father and brother didn’t see that! If I meet this Lian Xingzi woman, I’ll thank her for actually giving you good advice. Where is she now? Is she still dating Tianwei?”

“No,” Jingwei replied. “Can you believe they broke up? I thought they were going to get married! Ge liked her so much!”

“I can,” Xue Ning wryly. “What a pity though. But that’s not the main point – if you did anything wrong in this case, it would be not reporting it immediately!”

“Oh,” Jingwei said, feeling his heart sink. That’s it, he thought as he eyed the frown on Xue Ning’s face.

Xue Ning was going to break up with him for good because he was a spineless jellyfish that still shivered at the thought of his ex-best friend coming back from the dead for revenge.

But Xue Ning’s next words weren’t telling Jingwei to scram and never contact her again. Instead she said, “I can’t exactly fault you for that though. If it were me, I wouldn’t know what to do either.”

“Nah,” Jingwei retorted instinctively. “Knowing you, you would have probably just broken all his fingers so he can’t type anymore. Then you would chop off his dick to really hammer the point home. Possibly slam his head on the concrete a few times until he needed medical attention or facial reconstruction. Problem solved.”

Xue Ning’s lips twitched at his graphic descriptions. “You think too highly of my abilities.”

“Nonsense! You definitely would have done it!”

“I’ll have to take down his bodyguard first! Come to think of it, now that we know he’s out for us, we should go for martial arts courses. Need to practise my dick-chopping abilities.” Xue Ning pointed out.

“Sure,” Jingwei said agreeably. “As long as it’s not my dick you’re chopping.”

“Of course not,” she replied, flushing slightly. “Why would I chop something useful that belongs to me?”

“Oh? It’s yours now?” Jingwei murmured smugly, purposely leaning closer to her ear, delighting in the way her face grew redder at his proximity. He curled an arm around her waist to pull her closer, stroking the soft curve. “I’m glad that it made such a good impression on you. Do you want to get to know it better later?”

Xue Ning let out a little squeak in surprise at his forwardness, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t want Jingwei to think that his confession changed anything for them, because it didn’t. It just made her feel bad for the kind boy he used to be, lost and alone and desperate for affection. “Sun Jingwei! Just you wait!”

Their two reluctant onlookers, Ming Guang and Wei Yan, hastily averted their eyes. This was supposed to be a serious issue, so how had this shameless husband and wife pair managed to shift the focus to their bedroom activities instead? Where were their priorities?

“Ahem,” Ming Guang coughed as he stared at a blank spot on the wall. “Now that we know more about the threat, I would advise both of you to get new phones. Or at least, check them for bugs. We will conduct a sweep in the apartment too.”

“Right, you do that . In the meantime, I’ll be taking a relaxing bath with my wife first!” Jingwei said cheerfully, even as Xue Ning startled at the sudden interruption.

She kept forgetting that there were more people living in this house!

‘Next time, I’ll smack Jingwei if he tries to seduce me in public,’ Xue Ning thought to herself. With more people at home, she wasn’t going to be reduced to some ridiculous horny woman who couldn’t let go of her fake husband. She still wanted to become a professional bodyguard!

Meanwhile, Jingwei’s brain was filled with happier thoughts of bathing together with his wife. He got up and leaned over her with an outstretched hand, as though he was a Victorian gentleman escorting a lady to her dance.

“My dearest Xue Ning, would you honor me the right to lavish you in bath bombs and kisses?”

“What’s a bath bomb?” Xue Ning asked, staring up at him suspiciously. “You can’t destroy the bathroom. We have four people living here now – and you take up so much time in the toilet.”

Jingwei blinked, and burst into laughter as he registered her words.

“Wait, you thought it was an actual bomb?”

“How would I know?” Xue Ning pointed out. “I just found out you were a hacker in your youth, and you had a pretty traumatic life story in your teens.”

“I’ll show you, this will change your life,” Jingwei promised excitedly, pulling her from the couch to the bathroom, showing her a variety of rounded spheres, as though he was a puppy showing his owner his favourite toys, his metaphorical tail wagging. “You just put one, or more into the bathwater depending on what you like, and watch the bathwater change colour and smell amazing.”

“Huh? That’s it?” Xue Ning asked. “Then I might as well use food colouring. And soap.”

Jingwei sighed. “I see I have a non-believer in my hands. But not to worry, by the time this bath time is over, you’ll see the light!”