The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard-Chapter 1386 - 1399

"Hey, little sister, all alone?"

Mu Bingtong smelled a pungent mix of alcohol and bad breath. She looked up to find a burly big man blocking her way. He had an earring in one ear, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a tattoo on his arm, trapping Mu Bingtong against the sink.

Just from the gold chain around his neck, Mu Bingtong could tell he was a fake tough guy.

"Please step aside."

"Don’t leave, huh?"

"Move!" Mu Bingtong shot a sidelong glance at the disgusting man whose stench of alcohol made her nauseous.

"Oh, feisty, huh? I like that. How about having a few drinks with me? I guarantee you’ll do well in this Haitian Hotel."

"I don’t understand what you’re saying."

Mu Bingtong once more raised her foot to leave, but the man wasn’t happy. He grabbed Mu Bingtong’s shoulder too forcefully, and as a result, stumbled towards her.

In her panic, Mu Bingtong seized the man’s arm and bent it upward. A sharp crack echoed as the bone snapped. Her body sidestepped, and the man, face contorted, crashed into the sink, gripping his broken wrist and howling ’pain’.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Mu Bingtong hugged the wall, attempting to escape. Another man, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked into the restroom, saw the man lying on the sink, and quickly asked, "Brother, what happened?"

The man’s waist was also hit, rendering him speechless from pain. He pointed at Mu Bingtong, who was trying to flee, mumbling incoherently.

Mu Bingtong hurriedly ran out in heels, but stumbled and fell to the floor.

"Tired of living?" The man swaggered over to Mu Bingtong.

He grabbed her arm with one hand, threw her against the wall, and grasped her throat. "New in town, little girl? You should ask around who we are if you want to stay here. Apologize and compensate us for medical expenses, or else..."

The hand around Mu Bingtong’s neck tightened, worsened by the alcohol she had consumed, making her dizzy and breathless. Instinctively, she used her hands to pry away his, to no avail.

Instinctively, Mu Bingtong lifted her leg and kicked him. The man knelt in pain.

Finally breathing fresh air, Mu Bingtong coughed harshly from the irritation.

In her rush to escape, her heel had broken, spraining her ankle. Grimacing, Mu Bingtong rubbed her ankle, leaned on the wall to stand, but fell again.

Enduring lower pain, the man reached to grab Mu Bingtong’s arm, but she slapped him away.

At this moment, darkness enveloped her vision. When she saw clearly again, she was in a warm embrace, covered by a jacket.

Chu Ge’s cold gaze swept over the two men as he carried Mu Bingtong out of the restroom.

Mu Bingtong didn’t dare lift her head or breathe deeply, yet she still felt her powerful heartbeat, pounding as if ready to burst out.

She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Chu Ge. His seductive lips were pursed, face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

If it didn’t matter, why save her?

Mu Bingtong recalled Chu Ge’s past words: not wanting any more entanglements with her! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The erratic beating in her chest slowly calmed.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, Mu Bingtong consoled herself. She knew Chu Ge, when he said those words, meant no more opportunities between them. She wouldn’t harbor illusions about him.

Gently, Mu Bingtong leaned her head on Chu Ge’s shoulder, letting him carry her into the elevator.

Wait! The elevator?!

"Where are you taking me?" Mu Bingtong watched as Chu Ge pressed the button for the eighth floor.

The eighth floor?

"Didn’t your manager inform you a room was booked for us tonight?"

Chu Ge’s gentle voice carried a hint of ambiguity, leaving Mu Bingtong disoriented.

In the pre-booked room, Chu Ge placed her on the bed.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward. Mu Bingtong kept her head down, sitting on the bed’s edge, while Chu Ge stood beside her. His slight movement made her heart skip, and she stammered, "Well... well..."

"Relax, I’m not interested in you."

Chu Ge removed his tie, glancing at Mu Bingtong. Her scantily clad body, much skin exposed, strangely ignited a fire in his heart.

Hearing his words, Mu Bingtong relaxed a bit, yet felt a twinge of bitterness. Not interested in her? Then what was that night all about?

Amusement flickered in Chu Ge’s eyes. He tossed his tie onto the bed, sat on the opposite sofa.

"Was that design yours?" Chu Ge asked.

Mu Bingtong looked up at him. Seeing double, she realized how drunk she really was. "Yes."

Chu Ge fiddled with his wristwatch, pausing at Mu Bingtong’s confirmation. It really was her...

Chu Ge sighed deeply, gazing at Mu Bingtong’s flat abdomen. "How have these years been for you?"

How have these years been?

It was the question he most wanted to ask, yet regretted after speaking. Would it matter if they were good or bad? It no longer concerned him...

"Two years ago in Paris, I saw Fan Jiaqi."

Hesitating, Chu Ge said, staring at Mu Bingtong’s face, discovering she... had fallen asleep...