Stunning CEO's Super Expert Bodyguard

"President? Could this beauty be the fiancée Song Yuhan that the old man mentioned, his own betrothed?" Ye Wudao's eyes lit up, and he immediately started to act the gentleman again.

Jackpot, jackpot, I've hit the jackpot this time. I never expected my fiancée to be so beautiful. I remember being totally against it at first, all that nonsense about a childhood betrothal—I'm an orphan, where would such a betrothal come from? It must've been some ugly woman that no one wanted, pawned off on me by the old man. If it wasn't for the old man's incessant tantrums, cries, commotions, and threats of hanging himself in front of me, I would've never agreed to come. Now, all I want is to go back and give that old man a big kiss.

"Beauty, are you... my bride?" Ye Wudao asked with twinkling, mischievous eyes.

"How dare you! To harass our CEO, get lost right now or don't blame me for being rude!"

The security guard, already anxious, felt even more like dying when he heard Ye Wudao call the CEO his bride. It seemed almost impossible to hold onto his job now.

Song Yuhan's face showed a flicker of anger, but she quickly resumed her icy demeanor. After all these years in the CEO position, she had become unshakeable. In the cutthroat business world, she had encountered all sorts of people—those coveting her position could line up the entire Chang'an Street.

Seeing that Ye Wudao was ignoring his warning, the guard remembered how formidable Ye Wudao was, and not daring to confront him alone, hastily called for backup through the intercom.

"You're Song Yuhan, right? My name is Ye Wudao. Ye as in leaf, Wu as in 'having nothing,' and Dao as in 'morality.' When we were children, our families arranged a marriage for us. Don't you remember?"

Seeing that his fiancée was a beauty, Ye Wudao's heart burst with joy, and he had no interest in dealing with a petty security guard.

"Ye Wudao?"

Song Yuhan frowned, feeling the name somewhat familiar. It seemed she had heard it mentioned by her grandfather before, as if there really was a childhood engagement arranged for her.

But in this day and age, Song Yuhan thought her grandfather was only joking back then. She had never taken it seriously over the years, only to be surprised that someone actually came looking for her now.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you, and I don't have a fiancé," Song Yuhan said with a look of disgust. If this beggar really turned out to be her fiancé, it would be laughable indeed.

After saying this, Song Yuhan, wearing her high heels, walked toward the company. But just as she had taken a few steps, suddenly Ye Wudao's voice rang out from behind her.

"You have a red plum blossom birthmark on your left butt cheek."

Song Yuhan stumbled, her ten-inch heels wobbling, and she fell backward. Ye Wudao, with quick reflexes, stepped forward and caught her in his arms, inhaling Song Yuhan's body fragrance and couldn't help but exclaim, "So fragrant."

While Song Yuhan was being held by a man, her heart was already in turmoil. Only her family knew about the birthmark on her left butt cheek—how did this guy know? Could he truly be the one who was arranged to be her childhood fiancé?

Meanwhile, the security team, having heard that the CEO was in trouble, rushed to the scene immediately, but what met their eyes was a guy looking like a beggar holding their CEO in his arms—a scandalous sight. The guards rushed toward him furiously, as if they saw Ye Wudao as their mortal enemy.

Ye Wudao paid no attention to the security guards; instead, he tenderly addressed the Song Yuhan in his arms with concern, "Wife, are you okay? Did you twist your ankle?"

"Let go of me."

Song Yuhan had also come back to her senses by now, with a trace of imperceptible change flickering across her frosty expression, as she immediately pushed Ye Wudao away and stood up on her own.

"You lousy beggar, how dare you molest our CEO! Brothers, beat him to death!" A group of security guards charged at Ye Wudao, wielding rubber batons and shouting aggressively.

Ye Wudao looked at the furious security guards and a disdainful expression appeared on his face. Such a bunch of pathetic losers, thinking they could handle him, were simply daydreaming.

"Stop! Everyone, get back."

Just as Ye Wudao was debating whether to violently take them down or to heed the old man's advice and do it more gentlemanly, Song Yuhan suddenly spoke up.

"You… come with me."

Song Yuhan pointed to Ye Wudao, then turned and walked away, as if she had always been that ice-cold and had never changed.

Ye Wudao happily picked up his rattan chest and followed Song Yuhan on her heels, leaving behind a group of stunned security guards who couldn't understand what had just happened.

"Big Head, do you think… that kid could really be the president's fiancé?" one of the guards whispered hesitantly, poking his companion with the rubber baton.

"Psh! Him? If he's the president's fiancé, I'll eat my rubber baton," scoffed a guard with a head significantly larger than normal.

Meanwhile, Ye Wudao had followed Song Yuhan into the company elevator, and upon seeing that it could ascend automatically, he touched everything curiously like a fascinated baby and mumbled, "Wife, I had no idea this iron cage could go up, this is truly amazing…"

"Shut up!"

Song Yuhan's face darkened; she couldn't believe he had never even seen an elevator before. She wondered if he had just popped out of some backwoods hillbilly area, especially with his eighties-era clothing. Walking with him, even the usually stoic Song Yuhan felt her face burn, especially under the strange gazes of her employees when they saw them together, making her wish she could just die then and there.

All the way, under the strange glances of the employees, Song Yuhan brought Ye Wudao to her CEO office, slammed the door with a clang, turned around, and snarled at him, "Spill it, how much money do you want?"

"Money? I don't want money. Wife, are you giving me money? That's great, the money I brought with me has run out, and I am totally broke now. Last night I even spent the night at the train station," Ye Wudao said cheerfully.

Song Yuhan didn't know whether he truly didn't understand or was pretending not to and almost exploded with anger, "I don't care whether your name is Ye Wudao or 'Infernal Affairs'; I'm warning you, I am not your fiancée, so please stop addressing me as such. Didn't you come here for money? So tell me, how much do you want?"