The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1667: Chapter 1653

Feng Luo was choked by Chu Ge’s retort, then suddenly coughed violently. She patted her chest and took a moment to recover.

"Chu Ge, do you really think so highly of yourself? Do you think I targeted Ye Liang because of you?"

Feng Luo spread her hands, laughing rather amusingly, "Why do you think I would target a stranger because of you?"

Really like a peacock opening its tail, so self-indulgent.

Chu Ge smiled slightly and said, "Isn’t it true? Ye Liang came to the Beggar Gang because of me. You targeted her because she came with bad intentions, indirectly indicating it’s because of me?"

Feng Luo thought about what Chu Ge said, and surprisingly, she found some truth in his words. She pursed her lips, momentarily unsure of what to say.

Beside them, Luo Jiu looked at Chu Ge puzzled, and asked, "Mr. Chu, did you know from the beginning that Miss Ye Liang was coming for you? Did you know she had bad intentions?"

Chu Ge gently shook his head, "I don’t know if she has bad intentions, but I do know she deceived me. As for the purpose of her deliberate concealment, I don’t know."

"What could it be? It’s definitely because you have something she wants, or perhaps there’s a love and resentment between you two, and she’s here for it."

Feng Luo said teasingly, scanning Chu Ge up and down, clicking her tongue, "I don’t see anything worth coveting on you. First, she sends Little Shunzi to spy on you, and then comes herself. Why? Or do you owe her money?"

"Feng Luo."

Luo Jiu reprimanded sternly, "The more you say, the more outrageous it becomes. Mr. Chu, don’t take her seriously."

Chu Ge shook his head, "It’s alright, what she said makes some sense. However, the real reason Ye Liang came to Shuo State is indeed worth investigating."

Whether it’s because of him or something else, there must be an explanation.

...

The Eighth Space-Time.

The test results for the gold medal came out at eight o’clock in the evening.

Zhou Ang held the newly released experiment result report in one hand and excitedly made a phone call with his other hand trembling slightly, "Zaozao, the result is out!"

A tense voice came through the receiver, "How is the result?"

"It is! It’s real!" Zhou Ang’s voice carried a few undisguised tremors.

All these years, he had been searching, but every time he got a hint, he’d suddenly be struck by a cold reality that dashed his hopes.

So when similar news came, he had learned to face it calmly because that was the only way to avoid disappointment.

But this time was different, this gold medal was real.

"Can we find out which region this gold medal is from?" Wen Zaao curiously asked again, thinking if they could learn the region, they could head straight to the destination.

The sooner they find Yechen King’s tomb, the sooner they can unravel the mystery of their father’s disappearance.

Zhou Ang shook his head in disappointment, "There’s no way to determine that, and even if we could, we can’t conclude the gold medal originated from that place."

Wen Zaao was stunned, then remembered the ancient customs of tribute, gift-giving, and other unexpected methods, instantly feeling deflated again.

"Although we can’t find it, you can ask that person. He’s a Prince, he should know where the royal family members are typically buried."

Zhou Ang reminded.

Wen Zaao clapped in realization, "Right! How did I not think of that!"

She suddenly sat up from the bed, the night outside was already very deep, and she could faintly hear the sound of the wind blowing through the window gaps.

Thinking it was the window not being closed properly, she got out of bed and walked to the window only to realize it was windy outside, with fierce winds arising, distant lightning flashing on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a storm.

She walked out of the bedroom, the living room lights were on, the kitchen clattering with noise. She went to the kitchen door and saw Chu Ge, wearing an apron, cooking.

She paused for a moment, instinctively asked, "When did you learn to cook?"

However, she regretted asking just after she finished.

She saw Chu Ge holding a spatula to handle the porridge, "You picked the wrong one, this is for stir-frying, the ladle is for porridge."

Wen Zaao stepped forward, feeling a headache. Not only did Chu Ge have the apron on backward, but the stir-fry pan was also burnt.

"If you can’t cook, just don’t, it’s only adding burden and trouble for me!"

Wen Zaao couldn’t help but complain, she walked to the sink and saw a messy pile of vegetables soaked in water.

A surge of anger rushed to her head, she turned to glare at Chu Ge, he wasn’t here to help, he was deliberately annoying her!

"Get out!"

Wen Zaao took several deep breaths to suppress her anger, "You go out first, I’ll tidy up."

"It’s almost done..." Chu Ge said matter-of-factly, he was almost finished, and she asked him to leave now?

Wen Zaao’s just suppressed anger flared up again. This is almost done? What’s almost done? The vegetables weren’t cleaned, and the pot was burnt, how is it almost done? If at his speed, they’d be eating late at night.

"Fine, fine, don’t bother cooking, Brother Zhou Ang sent news."

Wen Zaao proactively stepped forward, reaching to untie the apron from Chu Ge. But before she could touch him, Chu Ge suddenly stepped back and warily looked at Wen Zaao, sternly asking, "What are you doing?"

Seeing him in such a defensive stance, Wen Zaao’s anger rose higher, luckily her blood pressure wasn’t high or it would have made her sick!

"I’m helping you loosen the apron, we need to go see Brother Zhou Ang."

Wen Zaao said.

Her words now carried a bit of impatience.

Chu Ge raised his eyebrows, "Didn’t you hear the thunder and wind outside? There’s a typhoon today, it was broadcast on TV, it’s not suitable to go out."

He had heard Wen Zaao’s phone call earlier, what Zhou Ang discovered was already known to him, so it made no difference whether he went out tonight.

Wen Zaao’s lips twitched, "What are you talking about? Typhoon? How come I didn’t know? Are you kidding me!"

She wondered how she didn’t know about the typhoon, such natural disasters are usually forecasted in advance.

Thinking this, Wen Zaao took out her phone and opened the news, seeing a striking blue warning at the top, the typhoon is about to hit their city.

Wen Zaao feeling like she was experiencing one disaster after another.

"Then what should we do now?" Wen Zaao couldn’t help but complain, she glanced at Chu Ge and continued, "This isn’t me trying not to return your gold medal, it’s that I can’t go to retrieve it right now."