The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard-Chapter 1282 - 1295

This is a famous figure in the Capital City, and she is his woman?! Did he actually snatch his woman?!

Am I crazy?! Even if I have money, do I still have the life to spend it?

"Hahaha! It’s Chu Ge’s woman! Unbelievable, right?! I snatched his woman away!!"

Wei Yu, who was pleased with himself, had not yet extended his hand towards that tall and supple bosom when he heard a mocking laugh from outside the door behind him, along with a hard stone rocketing to his side.

It hurt, the pain was in his hand.

Naturally, Wei Yu reflexively withdrew his hand, failing to even touch Mu Bingtong’s chest before he was thoroughly pinned down by the guards rushing in from around the room.

"Unexpected, but the fact that you’re a fool is something I believe I’ll remember well."

He helped Mu Bingtong, who was tied to the chair, and then slowly smiled, "But I also think you aren’t truly stupid, so you should know the consequences of messing with my people, regardless of gender, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards behind him had already raised their daggers, thrusting forcefully towards the necks of the handful of others present.

Not much blood flowed, but that scarlet color still made Chu Ge instinctively cover Mu Bingtong’s wet eyes and then took the towel handed by those under him, wrapping her completely.

"Don’t look; it’s too violent for you."

Chu Ge could feel the slight trembling on Mu Bingtong, knowing that such a scene was truly terrifying for her, and he himself had never witnessed such a scene.

The last person lay dying on the ground, still struggling desperately. He crawled arduously to Chu Ge’s feet and pleaded, "Please, let me go, we didn’t know she was your woman. If we knew she was your woman, even if you gave us ten guts, we wouldn’t have dared touch her."

But Chu Ge directly kicked him away and scoffed coldly, "It’s too late now. Whatever your purpose was, there’s only one outcome today: death!"

His voice sounded like Satan from Purgatory.

Mu Bingtong clung tightly to Chu Ge’s embrace, feeling the anger emanating from Chu Ge’s body, she slowly raised her hand to wrap it around him.

"Let’s go back."

Mu Bingtong’s voice carried a slight tremor.

Chu Ge frowned as he glanced at Mu Bingtong, seeing her face full of fear, then nodded, saying, "Alright, let’s go back."

He picked up Mu Bingtong, carrying her horizontally from the floor, and strode out. As he reached the door, he told the people behind, "Clean up this place, leave no survivors, then take a photo of the scene and show Wei Yu, tell him this is the consequence of provoking me."

Mu Bingtong hooked her arms around Chu Ge’s neck, leaning silently against his chest, her gentle body stirring a deep-seated tenderness within Chu Ge.

Mu Bingtong had always wanted to tell Chu Ge about his recent changes, including the dream she had that day.

"Chu Ge."

In the car, Mu Bingtong couldn’t help but speak.

Chu Ge glanced at him worriedly, "What’s wrong? Don’t worry, I definitely won’t easily forgive Wei Yu."

"No, that’s not what I meant."

Mu Bingtong took a deep look at him, then sighed.

Bewildered, Chu Ge looked at her, "Why so polite with me? If you have something to say, just say it directly."

"Lately, I’ve been having dreams, and the scenes in the dreams feel so real."

Thinking about the dream she had, Mu Bingtong felt as if she’d done something unforgivable to Chu Ge, especially guilty.

Chu Ge looked at her bemusedly, sensing something unsaid in her words.

However, he quickly thought of the recent temporal distortions, considering that she might have dreamed of his self in the same temporal space, he consoled, "Don’t overthink it, everything will pass."

Mu Bingtong raised her eyes to give him an intense gaze, her lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

Frightened for the day, Mu Bingtong went to bed early in the night.

Tonight, she had that dream again.

The dream of marrying someone else.

But this time, the dream was different from the last...

As the stars dotted the sky, the Ling Mansion, lively all day, gradually returned to its usual tranquility.

In the classical and luxurious villa, rose petals, and colorful decorations exuded a lingering romantic vibe, the big red wedding symbols were visible everywhere, under the soft lighting they added a touch of warmth and joy to the room.

Xia Yunxi smiled as she bid farewell to the last group of guests, the shyness on her face faded gradually, overtaken by a trace of exhaustion, she tugged at the red wedding dress that was heavily built, without a single slit, its conservative and dowdy style made the lively and lovely her appear several years older.

Busy with the day’s wedding, she now just wanted to take off the wedding dress, have a nice bath, and rest well.

When she reached the staircase, her good hearing caught the murmur of the servants in the kitchen.

"I heard that the young master’s former lover wasn’t the young mistress?"

"This young mistress seems to have caused the young master’s lover to die for stealing him."

"And I heard the young master’s lover is the young mistress’s sister, they’re twins. Can you believe someone could be so cruel to harm their own sister?"

...

The gossip and tutting sounds of the servants were incessant.

A flicker of a mysterious dark stream flashed in Xia Yunxi’s eyes; she coughed, coolly and indifferently scanned the kitchen doorway, the servants, shocked at the commotion, quickly covered their mouths, bowing their heads avoiding her gaze, standing there, at a loss whether to stay or leave.

Xia Yunxi ignored their idle chatter and continued upstairs, but her hand clenched tightly within her sleeve, slightly trembling.

Returning again to the mansion she once lived in for three years, her emotions were particularly complex, aside from the many photo frames added to the stairwell’s walls, nothing else had changed in decoration.

She paused at the turning of the staircase, her gaze settling on the largest photo frame on the wall, her heart trembled.

The man in the frame wore a jet-black suit, tailored as though especially for him, his posture upright, a clean and fair face with distinct and sharp features, thick eyebrows, a dashing nose, and sexy, perfectly-shaped lips, all exuded nobility and elegance.

His hand was placed around the waist of the woman, gazing tenderly at the beloved in his arms.

And the woman in the frame, her hair was cut short and neat, a porcelain doll-like face, curled and angled brows beneath which were round, bright eyes, as clear as an autumn sky, a cheerful smile beside, shallow dimples adding a touch of sweetness; she nestled in the man’s embrace, radiating full happiness.

At first glance, Xia Yunxi actually looked eight parts alike with the woman in the frame; only her pitch-black long hair was styled up, leaving a faint scar on her smooth, fair forehead. Compared with the youthful charm inherent in the woman in the frame, Xia Yunxi portrayed a blend of sensuality with a trace of innocence, frailty yet imbued with a measure of resolve.