The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1674: Chapter 1659

Wen Zaao realized that Chu Ge was indirectly commenting on her, but given that he’s capable of helping her repair things, she’ll keep track of this account for now!

She got up from the ground, casting a suspicious glance at Chu Ge, "You can really fix it? Are you sure you’re not just bragging?"

Chu Ge raised an eyebrow, "If you think I’m bragging, feel free not to let me help you."

He paused, hands in pockets, displaying an arrogant stance, "The reason I’m willing to help you is because you helped me and took me in. I don’t easily offer help to just anyone."

As he said this, his expression was especially proud, and his handsome face broadcasted the words ’come and beg me.’

Wen Zaao coughed lightly. If Chu Ge can truly help with the repair, begging a little isn’t a big deal. A great person knows when to yield. This minor grievance is nothing!

"Chu Ge, no, Prince."

Wen Zaao approached with a smile, pinching his sleeve, saying, "Prince, please help me with the repair? I was wrong earlier, I was short-sighted and underestimated you."

Although she said this, inwardly she furiously noted down another grievance against Chu Ge—damn you, Chu Ge, you better wait!

Chu Ge gave her an indifferent glance, watching her smile that was harder to look at than crying, clicking his tongue, "Alright, put away your fake smile, it’s too ugly."

"..."

"Give me the diary."

Chu Ge stretched out his hand, Wen Zaao passed the diary to him, her eyes fixed on it, afraid he might damage it even further.

Feeling the decent leather of the diary, Chu Ge smiled, "Seems your father knows his stuff, putting a hidden layer in the diary’s cover, otherwise its cover would have deteriorated long ago."

Wen Zaao was startled, "What did you say? What hidden layer?"

Chu Ge walked to the desk and sat down, carefully opening the damaged part bit by bit before turning to look at her, asking, "You don’t understand the hidden layer?"

Wen Zaao blankly shook her head, then nodded, she of course understood hidden layers, but who would randomly put one in a diary? And she had never discovered it all these years.

Seeing her perplexed look, Chu Ge knew she was still out of it, "Come, I’ll show you the hidden layer."

Wen Zaao stepped forward, only to see Chu Ge directly tearing open the diary’s cover!

"What are you doing!" Wen Zaao yelled angrily, snatching the diary from Chu Ge’s hand, glaring at him furiously, "I asked you to help repair it, not to tear it apart!"

Her voice carried a blend of trembling and anger, her eyes burning red with fury.

Chu Ge looked at her calmly, "Without tearing open the hidden layer, there’s no way to repair the inside effectively."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zaao slowly calmed down, looking down at the diary in her arms, its cover successfully torn open by Chu Ge, revealing a gap inside where she saw a folded paper.

No, it was a letter!

Wen Zaao put the diary on the table, then took out the letter from inside, opening it; she immediately recognized the handwriting—it was her father’s.

It was a letter without a greeting, so it was unclear whom it was written for.

"By the time you see this letter, I won’t be in this world anymore. Do not pursue who killed me; I only wish for my family to live safely.

The main purpose of writing this letter is to serve as a caution for future generations; Yechen King’s Tomb cannot be entered lightly. If a destined person happens to enter Yechen King’s Tomb, I hope they can seal off the channel to different spaces.

Yes, you have read correctly, it’s a Time-Space Tunnel, a tunnel leading to another time and space. At that time, Zhou Laowai and I discovered this tunnel and, by chance, traveled to another time-space where we met a man named Wei Yongxiang.

When we first knew him, he had just established Wufeng Palace. As martial artists, Zhou Laowai and I admired him, but little did we know he was full of ambition.

Upon learning we were not from this time-space, he used his relationship with us to learn the secrets of the Time-Space Tunnel. I later discovered that people from different time-spaces cannot shuttle time-space easily, otherwise it would cause chaos. When I shared this news with Zhou Laowai, Wei Yongxiang happened to overhear it.

I wrote this letter to urge you to lock the Time-Space Gate thoroughly ahead of Wei Yongxiang."

Wen Zaao’s hand trembled, tears already blurred her vision; she couldn’t read the rest, her hand tightly covering her mouth, holding back the urge to cry aloud.

It turns out, her father was harmed by a man named Wei Yongxiang, and Zhou Laowai, Zhou Ang’s father, was an accomplice!

Chu Ge took the letter from her hand to glimpse, noticing an address regarding Wuling Mountain written at the end of the letter.

Minnan Village?

Chu Ge raised an eyebrow, turning to see Wen Zaao, who was weeping uncontrollably on the ground, unsure what comforting words to offer.

He didn’t know how to console people, but a woman crying in front of him did cause a twinge of discomfort in his heart.

He squatted and gently touched the back of her head, softly saying, "My condolences."

Upon hearing these words, Wen Zaao cried even harder; she’d been self-deluding, convincing herself repeatedly that her father wasn’t dead.

Twenty years had passed, as if she’d come to believe the lie that her father was still alive.

But today, this letter, her father’s will, yanked her back into reality!

Suddenly, she felt lost, not knowing what to do like a lone boat adrift in the sea, unsure where to go.

Chu Ge wasn’t sure what to say, so he chose to remain silent, thinking that crying and letting her emotions out might make her feel slightly better.

Wen Zaao didn’t know how long she cried until she realized her legs were numb, then slowly stood up.

She wiped her face, turned to the bathroom to wash her face, and when she returned, Chu Ge had already repaired her diary.

Chu Ge had returned to his room, and she walked to the desk where the diary lay quietly, the letter beside it.

This letter, her father’s will.

A bitter sensation hit her nose again, she sniffed hard, trying to keep herself from crying.

Yet tears unwillingly moistened her eyes.

She sat at the desk, the moonlight outside the window was hazy, the window half ajar, not tightly closed; a gentle breeze blew through the gap, caressing her face, carrying a touch of chill.

For quite a while, she couldn’t shake off the sorrow.