Chuzheng and Xi Jing were chatting, and time flew by when Chuzheng suddenly felt something was amiss. Even if Peng Wenchao were working overtime, he shouldn’t be doing it alone, right?

The people who were with Peng Wenchao just came out; why hasn’t he come out yet? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Go to sleep early, I’m hanging up." Chuzheng said to the person on the other end, didn’t wait for a response, and directly hung up the phone, opened the car door, got out, and headed straight for the floor where Peng Wenchao was.

At this time, all the employees had already gone home, and the entire floor seemed quiet.

Bam—

Something fell in the office far away.

Chuzheng sprinted over in a few steps, and kicked the office door open.

Peng Wenchao was being pressed onto the table, face towards the door, with bloodshot eyes wide open, filled with despair and fear.

The person holding Peng Wenchao was surprised when someone suddenly barged in, and then increased their grip around Peng Wenchao’s neck, trying to kill him.

Chuzheng raised her hand, and her wrist flashed with silver light. The silver thread darted toward the person like a snake and wrapped around the person’s wrist.

Chuzheng’s fingertips slightly clenched and she pulled forward.

The person staggered instantly, forced to release Peng Wenchao.

Peng Wenchao slid to the floor, taking deep breaths of fresh air.

Just a bit more...

Just a bit more and he would have died!

Listening to the sounds of a fight outside, Peng Wenchao immediately crawled under the office desk.

Image?

What is that, is it more important than life?

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound outside, Peng Wenchao swallowed nervously and glanced outside.

Before he could see clearly, an ornament was hurled toward him, causing Peng Wenchao to quickly retract his head.

Crash—

It sounded like something broke the glass, then the fighting sounds vanished, leaving only the whoosh of wind.

Holding his breath, Peng Wenchao didn’t dare to come out.

"Come out."

Only when someone tapped the desk did Peng Wenchao relax a bit at the familiar voice, and crawled out in a sorry state.

The office was pretty much destroyed, and one side of the glass shattered.

That person... wouldn’t have fallen out, right?

With this thought, Peng Wenchao instinctively looked out the window.

The city’s neon lights dazzled in the night, appearing peaceful, with no one aware of what had just occurred here.

Just like many people silently dying in the corners of the city.

"He... he fell out?" Peng Wenchao trembled as he pointed at the window.

"You’re worried about him?"

"..."

Peng Wenchao swallowed, looking at the girl in front of him: "Why did he want to kill me?"

"How should I know? I’m not him."

Wei Yi, that bastard, is different from others. He absolutely won’t fight to the death; once he sees things aren’t going right, he’ll run away immediately.

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Hmm?

Chuzheng looked at Peng Wenchao.

Peng Wenchao was panting, looking at her gratefully.

Chuzheng silently asked: "Did you find what I wanted?"

"In the process, very soon, very soon."

"I can’t save you every time; find yourself a bodyguard." Chuzheng didn’t catch Wei Yi and planned to head back home, the little one was still waiting there.

-

Seeing Peng Wenchao following behind, Chuzheng finally couldn’t help but turn around: "Why are you following me?"

"Safety..."

Peng Wenchao was brought into that Space by Wei Yi, he did not think Wei Yi was an ordinary person.

He didn’t think hiring a bodyguard was safer than following Chuzheng.

"I’m not your bodyguard." Chuzheng’s eyebrows and eyes enshrouded in frost, freezing coldly: "Stop following me."

How could Peng Wenchao listen to Chuzheng?

If he can still think, since Chuzheng needed something from him, she wouldn’t really let him die.

Just like tonight...

So Peng Wenchao shamelessly followed Chuzheng back.

Chuzheng: "..."

If I didn’t need time, I would’ve taken you out earlier.

-

Chuzheng arrived at the door, just when her fingers touched it, it opened from inside. A teenager in loungewear stood in the warm yellow light, looking drowsy.

"Why aren’t you asleep?"

"Wait... waiting for you."

The teenager yawned, his body swaying, like a puppy ready to sleep, exuding some cuteness.

Chuzheng’s eyes deepened as she stepped in. Peng Wenchao wanted to follow, but Chuzheng stretched an arm at the door frame to block him: "What are you doing?"

"I..." Peng Wenchao caught sight of the teenager inside and the small layout, instantly leaving him at a loss for words.

It’s so cramped...

Three people indeed made it crowded.

Peng Wenchao instantly couldn’t voice his intention to stay overnight.

Of course, Chuzheng didn’t give him the chance either, as she directly closed the door.

Peng Wenchao: "..."

Feeling really cold.

-

Chuzheng closed the door, and the teenager wobbled over to her, hugging her directly.

"You’re back." He spoke softly, with a bit of grievance: "I’ve waited for you a long time."

"Didn’t I tell you to sleep first?"

Clinging to her, he murmured: "Don’t want to..."

Chuzheng suddenly felt the little one was fragrant and soft... maybe it was her illusion, but the fragrance was real—with a light milky scent, slightly sweet, very pleasant.

"Afraid?"

"No." The teenager shook his head fiercely.

"Missed me?"

The teenager made a sound, and after a while, nodded: "Yes."

Chuzheng stroked his head and lifted him straight into the bed, lowering her voice: "Sleep quickly."

Xi Jing held onto Chuzheng’s hand and wouldn’t let go, so Chuzheng sat back beside him: "I haven’t washed up yet, you sleep first."

Xi Jing grunted, seeming very sleepy, eyelids drooping, unable to hold on and fell asleep.

Chuzheng withdrew her hand, tucked him in, leaned down to give a gentle forehead touch, and quietly went to freshen up.

After washing up, Chuzheng came out, went to the door, and pulled the curtain aside to glance outside.

Director Peng, dressed sharply, was sitting at the doorway at this time, looking embarrassed and slightly amusing.

Since he was willing to sit there, Chuzheng couldn’t be bothered to care, let down the curtain, and cuddled her sweetly fragrant little one to sleep.

-

The next day.

Xi Jing was the first to wake up, carefully freeing himself from Chuzheng’s embrace, went out to change clothes, and got the money from the box to buy breakfast ingredients.

He opened the door quietly and someone outside fell in.

Startled, Xi Jing covered his mouth, managing not to shout.

Peng Wenchao was awakened too, his eyes reflecting the boy with his mouth covered, and he sat up with a start.

"I, uh... am..."

Peng Wenchao suddenly didn’t know how to introduce himself.

"I know, you came back with her." The boy whispered: "So... why are you sleeping here?"

"Uh..."

"Xi Jing, don’t talk to irrelevant people."

Xi Jing was startled, turning to glance at Chuzheng; she was now sitting up, looking coolly at him.

"Un... understood." Xi Jing stammeringly replied: "I... I’m going to buy things."

"Be careful."

"Mm..."