Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

“More importantly Xue Ning, do you want to sleep in my bed?” Jingwei asked, “Or do you want to -” Before he could continue, Xue Ning’s hand had immediately hit his stomach with a loud smack.

“Oi! Don’t be so shameless! I haven’t even seen your entire house and you want me in your bed already?! What the hell?” Xue Ning yelled, preparing to deliver another blow.

Jingwei hastily held up his hands in surrender. “It’s just an innocent suggestion!” He said, but his face was anything but innocent, with the way he mischievously waggled his eyebrows. “Ouch don’t hit me!”

“Give me a good reason not to then,” she growled warningly.

“Easy – let me ask you a question, aren’t you supposed to be my bodyguard?”

“Technically yes…?” She replied warily, sensing a trap.

“How are you going to protect me if you don’t sleep in my room? What if an assassin climbs through the window and stabs me in my sleep?”

“You live on the 20th floor?” She pointed out, brandishing her hand to the tall windows that showed the peaceful scenery of gentle rolling hills, sprawling residential buildings and even the skyscrapers further away. “How do you think an assassin is going to get up here? Fly?”

“Jet packs are a thing,” he insisted, smiling, “but I was thinking more of the lift we just took.”

“There is a security guard on duty, making sure that only residents can enter. Are your tenants assassins?” Xue Ning replied, less amused.

“They could be?” Jingwei scratched his chin. “I’ve never really talked to them. Who knows? They might want to hurt the poor, fragile, innocent, me!”

Xue Ning scoffed. Sun Jingwei had used three descriptors for himself, and all of them were inaccurate.

“Besides, my room is big enough for both of us to sleep separately. Unless of course… you’re already assuming you’re sleeping in my bed with me.” Jingwei said with a knowing smirk.

“You – “

“I understand,” Jingwei continued, a hand on his heart. “After all, who could resist cuddling with me at night? You certainly didn’t. I am a warm comfortable pillow for anyone to hug.”

Xue Ning blushed as she recalled how she apparently clung onto him like an octopus even when she was asleep. In her defence, it was like he said. He was a warm comfortable pillow that also happened to smell really good, even through the groggy haze of sleep.

“So what? All the more reason to not share a bed with you,” she exclaimed, victoriously pouncing on the point he raised. “I need to be alert and awake to keep you safe, not cuddling with you in any capacity whatsoever.”

Jingwei stilled as he heard her rebuttal.

“We can still share a room!” He insisted. “You haven’t seen it yet right? It’s definitely big enough for both of us to share. Come here and take a look!”

She narrowed her eyes.

“Just a look, I swear! Besides, you may want to sleep in my room after seeing it! I can even move into the guest room if you want!”

Xue Ning stilled her fist, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Jingwei. Jingwei made sure to look as innocent and as well-meaning as possible, as harmless as a newborn baby, even though deep down he wanted nothing more than Xue Ning to agree to nightly cuddling.

He had purposely asked the question in a way so that he could leave himself with some wiggle room! He didn’t want to start their first day of being roommates with his own murder – he would end up a ghost, and the sickly pallor of being a spirit would make him look hideous.

But despite the possible risk of getting punched in the stomach for his audacious request, he couldn’t not try.

There was a miniscule, one-in-a-million chance that Xue Ning could have said yes. So how could he not take that gamble?

When it came to love, it was nothing ventured, nothing gained!

“Pervert,” Xue Ning hissed anyway, snatching her own suitcase from his hands in a displeased huff. Jingwei gave her a beseeching glance, but was quick enough to move out of her way. His toes had barely avoided getting run over by the squeaky wheels of her suitcase.

Xue Ning was determined to ignore Jingwei, but it was hard, when he was following her eagerly at her heels, looking like a puppy that knew it did something wrong but was still hoping for praise.

“I’m serious! And I wasn’t lying about the size of my room either.”

He opened a door, and the sight of his room proved his point. Even with a huge king-sized bed in the middle, there was still so much room for Xue Ning to wander into. There were four fluffy pillows strewn all over his bed. The blankets were bunched at the side and his sheets were rumpled.

“You don’t make your bed?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. They had that in common.

Jingwei merely gave her a sheepish shrug. “Never got that habit. I didn’t see the point, why make it when I’m going to sleep in it again anyway?”

He grinned at her. “Of course, if you agree to sleep in my bed, I’ll make it five times a day if you want!”

“Nevermind,” she shoved him, and proceeded to check out the attached bathroom.

While it looked similar to the one used in the Sun family mansion with its polished marble tops, elaborate tap designs and stained glass mosaic tiles, there was something ridiculous that surely had to be Sun Jingwei’s personal addition.

There was a 20-inch TV mounted on the wall facing the bathtub.

“I purposely designed it so that I could watch movies while enjoying my bath or when showering.” Jingwei said, delighted at the gobsmacked look on Xue Ning’s face. “You can try it too! Take a bath and pick a movie. It’s linked to the main movie catalogue.”

“Maybe next time,” Xue Ning said, choking with a red face as she looked at an innocent bottle at the side of the bathtub.

The word LUBRICANT was clearly visible.

Next to her, Jingwei could only give an awkward laugh.