The Bodyguard King's CEO Wife-Chapter 1248: Exposed

"If Mr. Gu likes, I can talk to the manager here, and in the future, you and Lady Gu can come every day," Zheng Ji said with a smile. Perhaps Ghost didn’t know, but this hotel wasn’t one of the Zheng Family’s properties. To speak frankly, Zheng Ji was indeed their boss.

"How would this be appropriate? Better not," Ghost quickly refused. Such hotels are rare sights for a small hospital nurse and a security guard; even coming once or twice is unusual. If it were every day, Ghost could manage, but Gu Xin might not be able to handle it.

"Mr. Gu, there’s no need to stand on ceremony. Mr. Ye is a good friend of mine; your relationship is quite deep with him, now living here on the East Sea. If I, as the Host, do not fulfill my duty, Mr. Ye would fault me," Zheng Ji nodded and said. Hearing this, Ghost faintly understood his meaning; Zheng Ji knew Ghost’s identity, and knows he is Ye Shikai’s confidant and Brain, under one person, above thousands in Netherworld Palace. To solidify the relationships with Moon God Temple, he naturally wants to foster good relations with Ghost and Selena. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Speaking of "friendship," the term isn’t defined lightly. At the peak of life, those around may not necessarily be true friends, but those who stay by your side during life’s low points are the real friends.

Currently, Zheng Ji and Ye Shikai are merely cooperative partners. Netherworld Palace wants to stabilize its foundation in Yanjing, needing external support from the Zheng Family. The matters inconvenient for the Zheng Family to handle need Netherworld Palace’s intervention. Zheng Ji is indeed a gentleman but also an heir with underlying strategies. If Ye Shikai were alone and without resources, Zheng Ji arguably wouldn’t even bother with him.

"Mr. Ye," Gu Xin murmured. She knew Ye Shikai; when the Netherworld Palace group came to East Sea to find Ghost, he brought gifts to the hospital, but was "turned away" by Gu Xin. Just who is he that even Zheng Ji shows him respect?

"Mr. Zheng, who is this Mr. Ye you speak of?" Gu Xin suddenly interjected. If it concerns Ghost, she asks directly. As expected, Zheng Ji was taken aback, likely not anticipating Gu Xin’s sudden question.

"Ahem, ahem," Ghost coughed lightly. Gu Xin still didn’t know he had recovered his memory, and he didn’t want her to know Ye Shikai’s identity.

"Haha, since Lady Gu asked, naturally I’ll answer. Mr. Ye is an entrepreneur from Yanjing, talented and promising, a notable figure at a young age." Zheng Ji, adept at observing and understanding, instantly fabricated a "fake identity," anyway, it’s not an overstatement to say Ye Shikai is "worth a fortune."

"As for Mr. Gu, he was previously a friend of Mr. Ye. Upon hearing of his accident in East Sea, fortunately his life was spared, Mr. Ye entrusted me to take good care of him before he returned to Yanjing."

"Indeed, indeed," Ghost nodded repeatedly.

"Wait, this means you’ve regained your memory." Gu Xin, indeed not foolish, realized if Ghost hadn’t recovered any memory, he wouldn’t know Ye Shikai or Zheng Ji, nor trust every word Zheng Ji says. But now, Ghost and Zheng Ji clearly know each other, meaning he’s regained his memory, at least partially.

"Yes, I indeed regained my memory," Ghost admitted, not hiding anymore. "I recovered my memory a while ago, although I’m not sure if it’s complete. I’m sorry, Xin’er, I...didn’t tell you."

"Why," Gu Xin questioned, eyes full of doubt. She used to trust Ghost entirely, never revealing such an expression before.

"I feared this experience might affect our relationship, so...I chose to keep it from you," Ghost cautiously admitted. He cared about Gu Xin’s feelings, initially hoping to "pass this hurdle," but Gu Xin wasn’t easily deceived.

"Haha, Lady Gu, he values this connection deeply. As the saying goes, ’Destined to meet again even from a thousand miles,’ I think you shouldn’t blame him too much," Zheng Ji quickly intervened to mediate. Ghost deeply loves Gu Xin, no doubt about it; even after regaining memory, he considers Gu Xin as his "treasured one," even deciding to leave Netherworld Palace, proving enough.

"I was never going to blame him," Gu Xin gently shook her head, which put Ghost at ease. He thought Gu Xin might flare up on the spot.

Even unspoken, Ghost could discern Gu Xin deeply cares about his past experience; after all, it’s an inseparable part of life’s journey. But, it doesn’t mean Gu Xin would waver because of Ghost’s past; even if he once did unspeakable things, as long as now Gu Xin feels his genuine love, that’s sufficient.

"Haha, that’s good, that’s good," Zheng Ji said repeatedly. If Gu Xin truly showed displeasure, Ghost would hold Zheng Ji responsible; in this case, not falling out would be a relief.

"Mr. Zheng, why did you invite us here? Is there something specific?" Unfazed, Gu Xin directly asked, surprising Zheng Ji. Initially, he invited only Ghost, to prevent Gu Xin from knowing; unexpectedly she insisted on coming along, now questioning the purpose, leaving him unsure how to respond.

"Well, it wasn’t anything significant, just casual chatting," Zheng Ji chuckled. He wanted to discuss Netherworld Palace-related matters with Ghost, naturally not something Gu Xin should overhear.

"Alright, excuse us as we have other commitments," Gu Xin said with a sullen face, grabbing Ghost’s wrist and "dragging" him up.

"This..." leaving Zheng Ji dumbfounded, wondering what happened.

"Ahem, Xin’er, what are you doing, in such a hurry?" Ghost quickly freed himself from her grip and signaled Zheng Ji with his eyes.

"Mr. Zheng, let’s make plans on another day," said Gu Xin, without further explanation, simply departing; in East Sea, it’s rare for anyone to show Zheng Ji such disregard, except likely her.

In the taxi.

"Xin’er, what’s going on?"

"Be honest with me. What exactly did you do before?" Gu Xin questioned sternly. Since earlier, she’s been "holding back," boiling like a volcano, now finally erupting as they were alone in the car.

"I told you before, I worked with Mr. Ye in Yanjing..."

"You’re lying. Mr. Ye isn’t a businessperson, right?" Gu Xin raised her voice.