The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1670: Chapter 1656

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Zhou Laowai froze, looking at the Old Palace Master in confusion, "What did you just say?"

"That woman, Old Wen, is crafty, and it seems she has a diary left by Old Wen. I’m worried Old Wen might have left some clues. You must find a way to snatch and destroy that diary!"

The Old Palace Master instructed.

Zhou Laowai hesitated a bit, "Old Palace Master, I don’t remember Old Wen having the habit of keeping a diary?"

"Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean there isn’t one! If that girl learns anything..."

The Old Palace Master didn’t continue, but Zhou Laowai understood clearly what he wanted to say.

Wen Zaao is the only remnant of Old Wen in this world. He feels guilty for Old Wen, and if Wen Zaao faces any mishap, he fears he might end up in the eighteenth level of Hell after he dies.

Of course, he didn’t express these thoughts; he dared not. He remained silent until the Old Palace Master left, only then breathing a slight sigh of relief.

The wind outside grew stronger, driving the rain to fiercely batter the window, creating a frightening sound.

Zhou Laowai stood before the telescope, looking through the glass towards the opposite side, lost in thought.

This night was destined to be unsettling.

Chu Ge had never seen a typhoon before. When he woke up early the next morning, he was startled by the sight of the streets outside, littered with tilted trees and debris.

Today, he was supposed to go with Wen Zaao to the Ancient Artifact Research Institute to collect the gold medal. On the way, he saw many signs along the road had also been blown down, scattered haphazardly.

Wen Zaao noticed the amazement in his eyes and smiled slightly, "Have you never seen such a spectacle before?"

Chu Ge remained silent. He had truly never imagined such a sight, but after years of battlefield experience, how could he be daunted by such a trivial scene?

Soon, he collected his emotions, his handsome face returning to its usual cold demeanor, betraying no hint of joy or anger.

Wen Zaao had intended to tease Chu Ge, but seeing his frosty demeanor, she wisely kept quiet.

Upon arriving at the Ancient Artifact Research Institute, they didn’t need to knock; Uncle Fu was already glaring at them from the entrance.

"Miss Zaozao, you’ve come."

Seeing Wen Zaao, Uncle Fu said with a hearty smile.

He stood at the door, his hands a bit red, and even the tip of his nose was slightly red, indicating he had been standing there for quite some time.

Wen Zaao gave him a sweet smile and said, "Good morning, Uncle Fu. Is Brother Zhou Ang inside?"

"The young master is inside. He’s been waiting for you for quite a while."

He gestured for them to follow, leading Chu Ge and Wen Zaao to Zhou Ang’s office.

Although called an office, it was actually a technology laboratory, not open to the general public.

At the entrance, Uncle Fu stopped Wen Zaao and Chu Ge, smiling as he said, "Please wait a bit in the nearby lounge, the area inside is restricted and cannot be entered casually."

Wen Zaao knew Zhou Ang had many rules; there were areas not to touch, places not to enter. Thus she rarely came by unless necessary, preferring to call Zhou Ang out for meetings.

This time, however, was unavoidable.

"Chu Ge, let’s wait over there."

Wen Zaao pulled Chu Ge to the lounge. Uncle Fu brought them tea, and soon Zhou Ang emerged with the gold medal wrapped in red cloth.

Zhou Ang was not wearing his lab coat but a light grey suit, his features exquisite but lacking the rugged masculinity of Chu Ge, which lent him a slightly feminine aura.

Upon seeing him emerge, Wen Zaao immediately stood up, "Brother Zhou Ang, you’re out."

Zhou Ang gave a faint smile, approaching Chu Ge, "This must be the King Ye Chen you’ve been talking about?"

Chu Ge stood up. Having been in this time space for a while, he had not yet abandoned many of his traditional habits, but he had mastered basic etiquettes.

In modern times, greetings are made with eye-level exchanges, handshakes, and saying hello.

Chu Ge politely extended his hand first, "Hello, pleased to meet you, I’m Chu Ge."

The official tone sounded slightly odd to Zhou Ang’s ears.

He had mentally prepared to greet Chu Ge, Lord Chu, using ancient mannerisms.

Yet, he was preempted by modern courtesy.

Zhou Ang coughed gently, smiling as he said, "Hello, I’m Zhou Ang, please take a seat."

Upon seating, Zhou Ang presented the red cloth-wrapped gold medal to Chu Ge, "Returning it to its rightful owner."

Chu Ge took it, stuffing it into his pocket, without any intention of examining if it was indeed his gold medal.

There was a flicker of surprise in Zhou Ang’s eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, his lips slightly curling up, "I’ve only seen people play the role of ancient princes in dramas. Seeing one live today, it’s apparent that a prince’s aura cannot be matched by modern actors, no matter how well they perform."

Chu Ge smiled, "You flatter me. Modern technology is far beyond what ancient people could imagine."

They exchanged pleasantries, which Wen Zaao found unbearable, watching them with frustration, "What are you two doing? I’m not here to listen to your formalities!"

Zhou Ang raised a hand to his lips, coughing softly, "Sorry, Zaozao, I’ve already explained the gold medal situation to you last night. Did you tell the Prince?"

Wen Zaao looked at him displeased, "Brother Zhou Ang, stop calling him Prince with every sentence. Just call him Chu Ge like I do. Calling him Prince feels awkward; you feel awkward, I feel awkward, he responds awkwardly, everyone is awkward."

Chu Ge shook his head slightly, "I don’t find it awkward."

He’s heard people call him Prince for many years, and now hearing it again, he finds it endearing.

Wen Zaao glared at Chu Ge, her lips twitching.

Zhou Ang looked at Wen Zaao, his gaze exceptionally gentle, "Zaozao."

He took out a piece of paper, spreading it on the table. The paper bore a map copied from an ancient book.

"I spent the night searching through ancient texts to find this map from three thousand years ago. It’s not particularly comprehensive. Mr. Chu, you can take a look and see if it includes your country."

Chu Ge picked up the paper and studied it carefully, then shook his head lightly, "This is not my country."

His tone was filled with certainty.

"Don’t be so hasty; look again, perhaps your country is just a small part shown here? Or maybe this is part of your country’s territory?"

Wen Zaao asked insistently.

Chu Ge was certain, shaking his head, "This is not our country’s map, but rather the map of the barbarians."