Chapter 64: Future Plan (3)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mu Tingfeng continued to flip through and found out that at that time, Zhao Youlin was not the only one who was injured. The bodyguards who were instructed to take her in were wounded as well. Some of them suffered more severe injuries than her.

Zhao Youlin only had a few bruises on her arms as a result of the scratches. On the contrary, the bodyguards had bruised muscles and fractured bones.

Mu Tingfeng was very shocked when he found this out. Over the past four years of marriage, despite finding his wife-in-name to be a nuisance, and having lived under the same roof, he had never known she could actually fight. Moreover, she did not seem to be an ordinary fighter either.

As Mu Tingfeng thought it over, the images of the old butler reporting to him about the strings of bizarre incidents that happened ever since Zhao Youlin woke up after slitting her wrist inevitably flashed across his mind.

At that time, he had had enough of Zhao Youlin bothering him, so he had completely ignored her. He thought that was just another tantrum of hers to capture his attention.

However, the incidents that happened for the past few days had caused him to re-examine the woman who was completely different from her old self. Could slitting one’s wrist truly and completely change a person?

As Mu Tingfeng furrowed his eyebrows and was deep in thought, he was totally unaware of how misleading his expression was, and how much it disturbed his personal assistant.

‘Something’s wrong. Indeed, something’s not right! Is the president angry?!’

One had to know that not even a cooperation program that was worth hundreds of millions of dollars caused him to frown even once. Now, he was actually caught up by this, and he was having self-doubts!

“Ahem..” Xia Zhetao faked a cough and immediately grabbed Mu Tingfeng’s attention.

“President Mu, the former Mrs. President seems to want us to bring her home. Do you think we should..”

Before Xia Zhetao finished his words, Mu Tingfeng glared at him and he fell silent.

Mu Tingfeng’s expression darkened. Unbeknownst to him, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable about the word “former” whenever former Mrs. President was mentioned.

After a brief moment of silence, a hint of hesitation darted across Mu Tingfeng’s eyes. He said coldly, “Have someone keep an eye on the apartment.”

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‘That’s all?!’ How Xia Zhetao wished he could say this. However, he swallowed his words at Mu Tingfeng’s cold stare.

‘Fine, since she’s the president’s wife instead of mine, why should I even be so nervous when the president is not anxious at all?’ With that thought in Xia Zhetao’s mind, he agreed to it without any second thoughts.

Just then, little did President Mu know that his hesitation had nearly got someone to steal his ex.

“Oh, Ms. Zhao, what a coincidence it is bumping into you again! Joy, did you follow your mom out again?”

The corners of Zhao Youlin’s lips curled up when she saw the young man appear before her once again. Coincidence? This was indeed quite a coincidence. She wondered how many coincidences they had shared over the past few days.

Ever since they first met in the elevator on that day, the young man had adopted various approaches to run into Zhao Youlin at different times and venues over the past three days.

Accidental meetups happened only once or twice. However, not everyone could easily be fooled if the accidental meetup happened as much as eight times.

“Indeed this is quite a coincidence, Mister Ye. Did you come out to shop for things again? Are you able to finish it all by yourself since you buy so many things daily?” Zhao Youlin swept a glance across the plastic bags in his hand without leaving a trace.

‘Darn! You could at least pretend to look more real. The contents of the plastic bags are the same, not to mention them being the same plastic bags from the same supermarket everytime we meet! How could you always carry the same stuff and walk around with them just to bump into me?!’

“Ms. Zhao, you may call me Yan. We sound like strangers if you call me Mister Ye,” A deeper meaning lay beneath Ye Yan’s words. He kept smiling faintly and said, “Indeed, these things are a bit too much for a single man like me. Ms. Zhao, if you don’t mind, could you help me to get rid of some of them? You could take it as a daily charity. How about that?”

Zhao Youlin fell speechless.