The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard-Chapter 1381 - 1394

Looking at her haggard self in the mirror, the unbearable scenes of last night quickly flashed through her mind. A tear slid down the corner of her eye, merging with water droplets and trickling down her cheek, indistinguishable from one another...

She took a deep breath to adjust her mindset. Luckily, there was a draft saved on her computer. After printing another copy of the contract, she washed her face again and turned to leave the restroom.

As she turned, Chu Ge walked by with large strides.

Mu Bingtong’s heart jolted, and she hurried to the wall, not daring to breathe loudly. Only when the footsteps outside gradually faded did she dare to peek out, seeing the empty corridor and exhaling deeply.

Why would he be at the company?

Could it be that the president mentioned the CEO of Chu Group is him?

Mu Bingtong returned to her desk with questions in her mind. As soon as she sat down, Secretary Zhang walked over in her sky-high heels, rapped her fingers on the desk, "The general manager wants you to go to the office."

Mu Bingtong sighed silently; it seemed she couldn’t avoid punishment. As she stood up and passed by Secretary Zhang, she could clearly sense the deep malice in her eyes and the smug look on her face.

Mu Bingtong coldly glanced at her, said nothing, and walked towards the manager’s office.

Mu Bingtong stood in front of Li Yuanshu’s desk with her head bowed, hands clasped, eyes fixed on her toes, waiting for Li Yuanshu’s final judgment on her fate.

Li Yuanshu looked at Mu Bingtong with an inscrutable gaze through his glasses. Now she was his little God of Wealth. He thought of the near future when he would become a partner of Chu Group, money would fall from Heaven every day, and he would wake up laughing from his dreams...

"Come, come, Mu Bingtong, don’t just stand there foolishly, sit down and talk."

Mu Bingtong heard Li Yuanshu’s polite voice, was stunned for a few seconds before sitting down unceremoniously. She knew her superior too well; whenever this happened, it was no more than wanting her to design some templates again. She sighed inwardly — the boss is the boss, but these people, most likely want her to design something and then kick her out!

Mu Bingtong sat down and said nothing, feeling quite uncomfortable. She slightly lowered her head, eyes fixed on the edge of the desk. If they really intended to use her and then discard her, she would not let them!

"Mu Bingtong, as for the mistake you made earlier, I won’t pursue it any further."

Mu Bingtong was surprised by Li Yuanshu’s words and looked at him, not pursuing? Could it be that he’s encountered some thorny issue?

"Ahem..." Li Yuanshu felt a bit uneasy being stared at by Mu Bingtong, as if he had a guilty conscience.

"It’s like this, the Chu Group saw your design plan, was very satisfied, and plans to cooperate with our company. The boss of Chu Group requested to meet the person in charge of the design plan..."

Meet her?

Mu Bingtong recalled the moment she met Chu Ge in the restroom. Was there some information leaked from the design plan? She remembered she didn’t put a name on it, only the company’s name.

Later, whatever Li Yuanshu said, Mu Bingtong didn’t hear clearly; she only heard him say at the end, asking her to join him for dinner the day after tomorrow.

Mu Bingtong took the opportunity to ask for leave when Li Yuanshu was in a good mood. As she returned to her desk to grab her bag, she ignored Secretary Zhang’s smug look and walked out heavily.

She didn’t know how she got home, nor how she immersed herself in the bathtub...

After a muddled shower, she threw herself onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up to find it was already seven in the evening. Mu Bingtong stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city outside shrouded in darkness. The neon lights were already lit, bustling yet unrelated to her. She gazed at the cold, dark bedroom, hugging herself.

Suddenly, she heard clattering noises from the kitchen. Barefoot, she felt her way to the bedside and found a flashlight from the nightstand. It was a flashlight that could serve as a stun baton. She walked along the wall to the bedroom door and carefully opened it, only to have a light from the living room pain her eyes, reflexively closing them. After a few seconds, she adapted to the light and saw the empty living room—no one was there, just a gray coat draped over the sofa. Mu Bingtong breathed a sigh of relief and returned the baton to the bedside.

She put on shoes, tidied her hair a little, and walked towards the kitchen. Standing at the kitchen doorway, leaning lazily against the door, she watched the busy figure inside. The person glanced back, then turned to continue with their work.

"Awake?"

"When did you get here?"

"I’ve been here a while. Jiang Hao called me, saying he couldn’t reach you by phone, so I thought I’d come by if I had nothing else to do. When I got here, I found your fridge pathetic, so I went to the supermarket to buy some things." As they spoke, another dish was plated.

"Don’t just stand there; take the dishes out."

Mu Bingtong then walked forward, carrying the prepared dishes out.

As she walked, she picked a piece of meat with her hand and popped it into her mouth, chewing, "Shen Yaoyao, your cooking skills have improved."

"So you have a feast today." Shen Yaoyao also carried two plates of dishes out.

Mu Bingtong looked at the steaming dishes on the table, feeling warmth in her heart. In this city, besides Shen Yaoyao, it seemed she didn’t know anyone else.

"Jiang Hao might come by later." Shen Yaoyao saw her dazed and tapped her head, then turned around into the kitchen to bring out tonight’s last course of soup.

"Alright, Jiang Hao said we should start eating first. That guy is probably busy chasing girls again, we’ll ignore him." Shen Yaoyao picked up chopsticks, taking a taste and nodding as she ate, "Mm, not bad, should let Jiang Hao have a taste."

Mu Bingtong smiled at her, "You still remember?"

Back in college, Shen Yaoyao made a dish that faced Jiang Hao’s complaints for a long time. Even after all these years, whenever Shen Yaoyao developed a new dish, she’d specifically let Jiang Hao taste it, trying to hear some praise from him, but Jiang Hao never obliged.

"Nonsense, I’m not that petty."

Shen Yaoyao suddenly looked seriously at Mu Bingtong, hesitating to speak.

Mu Bingtong knew she wouldn’t come without a reason, so there must be bad news, "Go ahead, what is it this time?"

Shen Yaoyao hesitated to say it to Mu Bingtong; she weighed it over for a long time. But she couldn’t control her legs, finding herself downstairs at Mu Bingtong’s place.

"If you don’t say it now, I won’t listen in the future."

"Chu Ge is back." Shen Yaoyao said, watching Mu Bingtong’s expression intently.

Mu Bingtong’s chopsticks froze, eyes flashing a hint of panic that Shen Yaoyao caught.

"Look at you, you still care about him?!"

Shen Yaoyao slapped the table, her voice notably rising. Mu Bingtong closed her eyes and covered her ears, letting Shen Yaoyao shout there.