The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 638 [One Day When He Takes Off the Mask]

A disguised confession stopped Chu Qingxue. Although it was quite nonsensical, Chu Qingxue was moved.

"Alright, you should go back now. I need to sleep!" Chu Qingxue revealed a tired expression.

Ye Chenfeng, hugging his quilt and pillow, said weakly, "Can’t you give me a chance?"

Chu Qingxue said nothing, only gave him a glare. Ye Chenfeng felt depressed for a moment and was about to leave the room when Chu Qingxue called out, "Wait a moment!"

"Xue’xue, does this mean you’ve agreed?" Ye Chenfeng turned around excitedly.

"I let you in for another reason," Chu Qingxue said with a smile.

Just now, after a struggle in her heart, she decided to speak out.

"What is it?" Ye Chenfeng asked, lifting his head, his eyes full of confusion.

The smile on Chu Qingxue’s face grew even broader. "Have you ever heard of a mysterious person wearing a white prismatic mask and dressed in black?"

"Thump!"

Ye Chenfeng’s heart sank abruptly. Why was Chu Qingxue suddenly asking this question?

"Xue’xue, which movie character are you referring to? I’ll find some time to watch it," Ye Chenfeng asked.

Chu Qingxue’s mouth curved slightly into a smile. "You might think the masked person is a fictional character, but I’m telling you, this person really exists and is close to me."

"Really exists?" Ye Chenfeng was stunned and asked curiously.

Chu Qingxue glanced at Ye Chenfeng and nodded. "Correct. He truly exists in my life. Counting this year, it’s been four years. He has always been by my side, resolving crises whenever I’m in danger. With him around, I feel at ease, perhaps even a bit dependent. Whenever trouble is imminent, I know he will show up. Do you think a girl like me could easily bring the Chu Corporation to this level without any troubles? He’s been silently protecting me all along."

Ye Chenfeng remained silent, looking into Chu Qingxue’s bright eyes.

Chu Qingxue also gazed at him. "I’ve never seen his true face, so I don’t know what he looks like. I only know that his eyes are as melancholic as a lake, hiding many stories."

"Then what does he look like in your mind?" Ye Chenfeng asked.

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingxue was slightly taken aback. After a moment of thought, she said, "In my heart, he is like a hero from legend, always appearing at crucial moments with elegance and coolness, leaving without a trace once his task is done. It’s as if he never appeared. I think he embodies the image of a savior from myths, upholding justice wherever there’s wrongdoing, always present where he’s needed—kind and not seeking fame or fortune..."

"Have you ever thought about what you’d do if one day he took off his mask and stood openly before you, and you found out he’s not what you imagined, or even the complete opposite?" Ye Chenfeng asked.

"I don’t know, but I really want to see his face, to thank him for nearly four years of protection. I also want to know why he’s been guarding me," Chu Qingxue said, her emotions agitated.

"I believe you’ll meet him one day. I also want to thank him for protecting my wife for so many years," Ye Chenfeng said, "Good night, Xue’xue, there’s a press conference tomorrow."

Watching Ye Chenfeng’s departing figure, Chu Qingxue whispered, "Perhaps I’ve already seen his face."

The night passed without a word.

The next day, Ye Chenfeng didn’t attend the press conference. Instead, he leisurely arrived at a bus stop.

He wasn’t there to take a bus out of boredom, but to meet his subordinates. The rendezvous point was at the bus stop.

Leaning against a post with an air of nonchalance, Ye Chenfeng’s clear eyes scanned the surroundings. A cheap cigarette sat between his lips, emitting choking smoke that kept everyone else at a five-meter distance.

Ye Chenfeng stood there contentedly, observing the various aspects of human life, particularly the intriguing hustle of boarding a bus.

He thought about how in Divine Land, the greatest distance between two people was when one managed to get on the bus while the other was stuck outside the door. This sentence perfectly described the crowded bus situation in Divine Land, especially during peak hours, when boarding could make you question your existence.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng’s gaze fixed on a person of medium height with a pointed face and shrewd-looking triangular eyes. The youth’s eyes occasionally flashed with cunning.

The shifty young man first scanned the area, then locked eyes on Ye Chenfeng, who stood out in the crowd.

Approaching Ye Chenfeng mysteriously, the young man whispered, his eyes flickering, "Want an iPhone 6s? Only a thousand bucks!" Simultaneously, he produced a brand-new iPhone 6s.

Ye Chenfeng glanced at it passively but didn’t respond, continuing to puff clouds of smoke.

"Hey, do you want it or not? It’s genuine! You can test it yourself if you don’t believe me!" The guy seemed anxious, having finally encountered someone who looked easy to scam.

"No."

Ye Chenfeng declined bluntly, inwardly amused by such a low-level scam targeting him.

This kind of scam involved showing you a real phone first, then subtly swapping it with a fake or dummy model after taking your money. When you realized it, it would be too late.

After glaring at Ye Chenfeng resentfully, the scammer resumed searching for other prey.

At that moment, a young man wearing tattered clothes with a dirt-streaked face, obscuring his features, walked up. However, his large eyes were full of innocence and curiosity, looking easily deceived.

The scammer’s eyes lit up instantly and he rushed to approach the young man.

As the scammer and the young man began their covert transaction, a crowd of bystanders observed coldly, internally cursing the naive young man, calling him a bumpkin.

Just when everyone thought the naive young man was about to be tricked, a twist occurred. The young man grabbed the scammer’s iPhone 6s and bolted.

The scammer got mugged!

The crowd stood in astonished disarray, never expecting such a turn of events.

"Damn it!"

It took the scammer a while to react before he let out a roar and began chasing like the wind.

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes gleamed mysteriously. He gently touched the cigarette in his mouth and casually flicked it away.

"Spit!"

A tiny ember flew like a bullet, evident in the shrinking pupils of the crowd.

"Bang!"

The scammer, running at full speed, suddenly stumbled and fell, unable to get up again. Clearly, the cigarette butt had knocked him down.

"Freeze!"

Coincidentally, two police motorcycles stopped right beside the fallen scammer. Two officers, one male and one female, dismounted first.