The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard-Chapter 1407 - 1420: The Man from Last Night

After hastily getting dressed, she sneaked a glance at the man who took her for the first time; the silk sheet lay at his waist, revealing a solid, immaculate back. His bronze skin was flawless, causing Xia Youran’s heart to inexplicably tighten. Could this be the man who spent the night with her? Do all ducks have such perfectly unassailable bodies?

Unable to resist curiosity, she stepped forward to see his face clearly, but the person on the bed shifted slightly, scaring her into retreating, kneeling on the ground like a morning frog, her black eyes darting around...

"That was close, that was close." Xia Youran stole another look at the bed, the man merely turned to the side, not waking up.

"Why do I even want to look?" Xia Youran muttered to herself; could she possibly be thinking of coming again?

Xia Youran shook herself out of such a terrible thought; she wasn’t here for a one-night stand!

Shaking her head, she struggled with post-drinking headaches as she gathered her belongings and slowly crawled out of the room... 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The man on the bed woke not long after Xia Youran left; he pinched his brow, reaching to the side casually: hmm? Empty?

He looked at the now-empty side, devoid of any warmth, smirking slightly, stretching as he sat up.

This woman actually didn’t wait for him to wake for a reward, which indeed surprised him.

Apart from the bed’s mess, nothing else was left with traces of last night, the man half-laying by the bed, glancing at the three hundred yuan and the note left on the bedside.

"Hello, Mr. Duck. Here is two hundred yuan for the service, an extra hundred for your good performance."

A big smiley face followed.

Mr. Duck...

His eyes abruptly tightened, and his face darkened as he clenched the note in his hand. She actually thought he was a duck?

Suddenly aware of something, he flung the silk sheet aside, revealing dried blood stains on the sheets, bright as budding roses. Quickly, he dialed a number on his phone.

"Jason, the woman you found last night..." His fingers grazed his seductive lips as if the woman’s scent was still upon them, "She’s rather good, bring her again tonight."

Using such a method to attract his attention, she indeed succeeded. He was eager to see who this woman was, who acted with elegance after indulging under him.

The other end paused for a few seconds, "What woman? That chick didn’t even come, did she? Didn’t you read the text I sent yesterday?"

Didn’t come?

Confusion crossed his face; if she hadn’t come, then who was the woman last night?

The voice on the other end was still speaking: "Ye Chen? Are you listening? Damn it, women are so unreliable. Don’t worry, I’ll find someone to your liking tonight."

Ignoring the rest, Ye Chen hung up and dialed another number, "Find out who entered my room last night."

After hanging up, Ye Chen scrutinized the elegant handwriting on the note, hostility blazing from his deep eyes as they locked onto the word duck...

A moment later, the phone rang.

"Mr. Ye, we’ve found out. The woman who entered your room last night was Xia Youran, twenty-five years old, her father is Xia Guoqiang who declared bankruptcy last month."

The video was transmitted to his personal computer, and Ye Chen watched intently. The woman had a good figure, her looks fresh and innocent, though those black-framed glasses were a nuisance. Recalling her last night, restless thoughts stirred anew.

"Fuck!" Ye Chen uttered in vexation, his body undeniably reacting to the notion that he still desired her.

His thumb brushed lightly across his fingertips, contemplating for a while. Ye Chen’s lips curled into a semblance of a smile, though his dark eyes emitted a fierce hostility, with not a hint of warmth.

Soon, they would meet again.

Faster than Ye Chen had anticipated.

Xia Youran, wearing the uniform of Liang’an Coffee, held the menu, standing before the tables of two foreigners, fluent English flowed like water from her tongue, her voice sweet and her accent precise. Even the foreigners gave her a thumbs up, finally praising her in broken Chinese: "Little girl, your English is good."

As soon as Ye Chen entered, he saw her clean, bright smile. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few loose strands failing to obscure her youthful, pure face—though those black-framed glasses hid her lively eyes.

He paused, couldn’t help but linger for a few more glances. Renowned for his aloof, tyrannical demeanor, Young Master Ye’s face bore a fleeting trace of tenderness.

"Mr. Ye?"

Beside him, his secretary noticed their pause and approached to ask, following Ye Chen’s gaze. By now, Xia Youran had finished taking the foreigners’ coffee orders and was moving to another table, leaving only her slender silhouette.

"Let’s go."

Ye Chen placed one hand into his pocket, each step inviting infatuated glances from the female patrons. His naturally firm physique was further accentuated by a navy suit, appearing even more upright. Without a tie, the top button of his white shirt was undone, revealing a hint of bronze skin.

Xia Youran also noticed Ye Chen; she’d seen the owner cling to him upon his entrance as if he were a golden Buddha. The owner was wearing a tight red fitted dress that day, and Xia Youran had wondered why she was so revealing—now she understood somewhat.

A moment later...

"You Ran, come over." The owner called downstairs, standing at the stairs of the second floor.

Xia Youran was puzzled; she was a part-timer, the second floor was for VIPs, not her domain for service. But hearing the owner call her, she set aside her work and approached to ask, "Owner, what is it?"

Though unaware of the reason, she could tell from the owner’s beaming face that something good was coming her way, though it had nothing to do with her. She nevertheless maintained a sweet smile, touched by slight apprehension.

Naturally timid, Xia Youran rarely dared to speak with the owner about anything unrelated to work. She was wondering why she was summoned when the owner offered her hand, asking, "Do you know Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen? A familiar name...

Right, now it’s plastered in weekly magazines, every issue showcasing that man. A paragon featured in financial news daily, also called Ye Chen...

Could it be the man who just entered?

No wonder he seems familiar; such a big name appearing here, Xia Youran’s heart ripples—not because of anything but her friend Lin Lin, who swoons over magazines featuring Ye Chen daily. If she could get Ye Chen’s autograph or photo, might Lin Lin buy her lunch for a month?