The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1733: Chapter 1719

Feng Luo slowly stood up. She took two steps forward, then leaned against another pillar, as if her body had no bones.

"What? Could it be that Lady Ye wants to kill me to shut me up?" Feng Luo crossed her arms over her chest, her tone utterly casual, as if she were just chatting about household matters.

Ye Liang narrowed her eyes. "You’re not afraid?"

Feng Luo shrugged. "What would I be afraid of? At least here in this Beggar Gang Old Mansion, even if you punch a hole in the damn sky, there’s nothing to be scared of."

Ye Liang’s tightly clenched hand at her side slowly loosened. She narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a cold smile. "Since you know my secret, I won’t let you walk out of here alive."

The cynical look on Feng Luo’s face made Ye Liang very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Ye Liang had a strange thought. "Did you already know why I sent Little Shunzi here?"

From the moment she came to the Beggar Gang, she’d felt that Feng Luo was not welcoming toward her arrival. At first, she thought it was for some other reason, but later she slowly discovered that Feng Luo’s attitude toward Little Shunzi was also lukewarm.

Especially just now, when she heard her conversation with Little Shunzi, there hadn’t been much surprise on her face; on the contrary, she was very calm. Which meant she had long known her intentions!

Feng Luo shrugged. "So what if I did? So what if I didn’t?"

Ye Liang said nothing. She kept thinking it over, feeling that this idea was somewhat impossible.

If Feng Luo had known long ago, then why had Chu Ge never confronted her? Why had he even brought her to live in the Old Mansion? But if Feng Luo had only just found out, then she was far too calm; this was absolutely not the reaction a fifteen-year-old girl should have.

Unless...

Ye Liang suddenly narrowed her eyes, a dangerous light bursting in their depths—unless Chu Ge knew as well, and Chu Ge had been pretending not to know all along!

Then her situation would be...

Watching the changes on her face, Feng Luo sighed softly. "Not to criticize you, but just one tiny question and you can think for this long. Even if I did know, so what?"

"So what?" Ye Liang’s voice rang out, low and cold. "I’ll kill you!"

Ye Liang practically shot forward in a single stride, her tiger’s mouth clamping around Feng Luo’s throat.

Little Shunzi only felt a sudden gust of wind sweep past him. The speed was so fast it was impossible to track.

By the time he reacted, he saw Ye Liang’s hand at Feng Luo’s throat, pinning her against the pillar. He was so frightened he let out a shrill cry. "Lady Ye, you must not do this!"

They were in the Beggar Gang now. If the Gang Leader and the others found out that Ye Liang wanted to murder Miss Feng Luo, would any of them still have a chance to live!

"Lady Ye, you must not, you must not!"

Little Shunzi hurried forward, looking at Ye Liang with pleading eyes. Even if you don’t want to live, don’t drag me down with you. I still want to live a couple more years!

He didn’t dare say this last sentence out loud.

"Lady Ye, what are you doing? This is the Beggar Gang. Do you really want to murder the Beggar Gang’s young miss in the Old Mansion?"

Little Shunzi was so nervous he didn’t know what to do. He stared at Ye Liang’s hand at Feng Luo’s throat and swallowed hard, terrified that with just a bit more force she’d strangle Feng Luo to death.

Ye Liang’s fingers were very slender, and their temperature was a bit cold, just like the aura around her—so chill that it kept people at a distance.

With Ye Liang’s hand around her throat, there was not the slightest hint of fear in Feng Luo’s eyes. The corners of her lips tugged up faintly as she said with some difficulty, "Looks like you really plan to kill me to shut me up."

The more she acted unafraid, the more a nameless anger rose in Ye Liang’s heart. As an Assassin, she’d never met anyone like Feng Luo who was so utterly unafraid of death.

In her eyes, Feng Luo was just a fifteen-year-old child.

Ye Liang tightened her grip slightly, and Feng Luo’s face began to turn pale from lack of oxygen. "I’ll ask you one more time—what is your choice?"

"Choice?" The corners of Feng Luo’s lips curled with a bit of disdain and sarcasm. "What choice?"

"To stand on the same front with me, or to go tattling!"

Feng Luo wanted to laugh, but right now she wanted even more to gulp down big mouthfuls of air. She lifted her gaze to the sky; the sky was very blue, with several white clouds drifting by.

Her consciousness gradually began to blur. "If I wanted to tattletale, do you think you’d have set foot in our Beggar Gang mansion?"

When Ye Liang heard this, she felt what Feng Luo said sounded somewhat reasonable. If Feng Luo had known long ago that she’d sent Little Shunzi to spy on Chu Ge, and if she’d wanted to inform on her, she would have told Chu Ge already.

Based on what she knew of Chu Ge, Chu Ge would definitely have come to question her, asking why she’d sent someone to monitor him. But Chu Ge had not.

Thinking this, the strength in her hand loosened a little.

It was only that slight loosening that made Feng Luo feel her breathing become a bit smoother. She desperately drew in fresh air, thinking to herself how incredibly fresh the air was.

But she did not relax her guard against Ye Liang. Just now, she’d slipped up and given Ye Liang the chance to seize her throat. Now she’d recovered.

She raised her eyes to look at Ye Liang, and in the instant Ye Liang was stunned, she suddenly lifted one hand to knock away the hand at her neck while her other hand swiftly pressed down on Ye Liang’s arm, twisting it behind her back.

Feng Luo successfully pinned Ye Liang against the pillar. It was just that, since Feng Luo was half a head shorter than Ye Liang, this posture looked a bit awkward.

Luckily, no one cared about such things at the moment. The corners of Feng Luo’s lips curved with a hint of contempt. "Lady Ye, did the person who taught you martial arts never tell you that when facing an enemy, you can’t let your mind wander?"

Ye Liang cursed silently, "Fuck!"

Feng Luo frowned slightly. English? How does Ye Liang know English?

"Who exactly are you?"

Feng Luo tightened her grip, trapping her even more firmly against the pillar.

Ye Liang’s voice was cold. "I am the eldest young miss of the Marquis Ye Mansion. You dare lay a hand on me?"

"You’re not the eldest young miss of the Marquis Ye Mansion," Feng Luo said with certainty.

Off to the side, Little Shunzi watched the two of them go back and forth, his expression uglier than if he were crying. "Miss Feng Luo, she really is the eldest young miss of the Marquis Ye Mansion. She’s not someone you can afford to provoke, not someone you can provoke."

"Really? Since when does the eldest young miss of the Marquis Ye Mansion say the word ’fuck’?"

Feng Luo stared at Ye Liang with a serious gaze, full of deep suspicion. To say Chu Ge had taught her? Chu Ge didn’t seem like someone who could speak English!

Back in the modern world, she’d read plenty of novels, especially a ton of those about time travel.

If Chu Ge could come to this time and space, then it was very possible that Ye Liang had also traveled here from the future!

She’d always wondered how someone so foolish could suddenly become not foolish overnight, and even learn a whole body of martial arts. If she’d also come from the future, then it all made sense!