Wooing my Bodyguard Wife-Chapter 67 Driving Conversations
Jingwei frowned at her words. The Ferrari was still his favourite, but Xue Ning had a point, but . But
"Good point, we'll take the Porsche instead."
"The Porsche?" She asked, wondering which one he was referring to. She didn't have much clue about cars, beyond knowing which ones looked expensive and which ones were most favoured by the rich douchebags that visited her club (BMWs, they were always BMWs).
"This one!" She stared at the car he pointed at. It was cobalt blue. She gave him a deadpan look.
"No. Do you have anything that looks normal? Not rich?" Xue Ning asked. This car would definitely still stand out!
"I could ask our servants to loan us one of their cars, but are you sure about this? We can just use the black BMW. It has enough room for all your stuff, and if someone shoots at us we'd probably survive. Just look at Ge's stunt yesterday."
"Fine, we'll use that then," she said. Anything that could survive a self-inflicted car accident and possible bullets was great in her book.
"Let's go then!" Jingwei hummed a cheerful tune, and they got into the car. Jingwei turned on the radio and hummed an obnoxiously peppy pop song, and when his GPS booted up, he cheerfully said, "My wife's house."
"Very well, Young Master Sun," came the automated voice reply.
Before Xue Ning could strangle him for impudence, the voice that came out of the car distracted her. It didn't sound like the usual voice that came out of a normal GPS system - in fact, it sounded more like Lady Yu!
"Why does your car's GPS voice sound like Lady Yu?" She had to ask.
"Well, I couldn't make it sound like my father, right?" Jingwei replied, which completely missed the point. "If I hear his voice in my ear when driving, I'd crash."
"Rich people," she shook her head. Of course Sun Jingwei had the ability to get someone to configure his GPS to sound like his beloved… servant? Mother figure? Either way, one had to applaud him for his creativity.
"Why not your brother?" She asked.
Jingwei winced. "Not conducive to relaxing. I'll just feel bad that he's working so hard while I'm off having fun most of the time."
"Maybe you should be having less fun then," she pointed out. "And don't think I'll be distracted - why is my address saved as 'my wife's house'? And what did your father mean by me pretending to be your wife?"
"Would you rather I save another woman's address instead?" Jingwei asked cheekily, ignoring her second question. Xue Ning scowled, reminding herself that she couldn't pinch his muscular arm in retaliation, because that might lead to him losing control, causing a traffic accident.
His toned arm was already distracting enough on its own, the muscle definition on his arms further highlighted by the fact his T-shirt had very short sleeves and were straining around his biceps.
Also, she didn't want to have additional skin on skin contact with him. Not that it didn't feel good when they woke up, curled together in a loving embrace - the problem was that it felt too good, and it was all Xue Ning could do to resist the urge to fall into his arms again.
When she was in that dreamlike state between sleep and wakefulness, she felt safe and loved. His touch soothed an ache in her that she didn't even know was present, until it was gone.
It was tantamount to drinking her first sip of water from an oasis after wandering alone in the desert. All Xue Ning wanted was more - the warmth of his skin on hers, the comforting scent, his steady breathing by her ear, and then she had to stop herself from wanting, because Jingwei would definitely indulge her, pamper her, and then she would get used to it, the same way adopted stray cats get used to easy food and care.
Those cats found it hard to adapt once they were left abandoned. She knows; she had fed them before, those poor things that still meowed after her, hoping for cuddles and food.
Xue Ning doesn't want to be those cats that trusted their owners only to be left to fend for themselves when things got tough, nevermind that Sun Jingwei was slowly but surely worming his way into her life like some aggressive fungus.
"Still not your wife," she grumbled to herself, ears red, completely missing the fond look that Jingwei gave her from the driver's seat as she focused on his hands gripping the steering wheel and the easy flex of his arm muscles. "Ridiculous man." f𝐫ee𝘄ℯ𝚋no𝐯𝐞l.c𝘰m
"Excuse me, it's your ridiculous man. I also respond to 'darling', 'dearest', or 'husband'. 'Baby' is also fine too! Along with sweetheart," Jingwei said smugly. "Of course, I am always open to your suggestions, dearest."
"Bastard," was Xue Ning's eloquent suggestion.
"No, that's too vulgar," Jingwei said, laughing.
"I'll say it lovingly," she retorted, "and don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my second question. What is this about me pretending to be your wife and living with you?"
"It's kind of complicated," Jingwei began.
"Uncomplicate it then?" Xue Ning asked.
"Oh wow, why didn't I think of that," Jingwei replied sarcastically, a smile tugging at his lips. "Well, to put it simply, you are pretending to be my wife so that my people targeting me don't think I'm guarded. With both of our skills, I'm sure we'll catch them! Just look at what happened last night!"
"I'll do my best," Xue Ning promised, but even she knew, deep down, things will not be as easy as Jingwei made it sound. Someone had broken into police custody and had Xiumin murdered! Sun Haowei clearly hoped that she would die in the line of duty - it would kill two birds with one stone.
Jingwei fell quiet, as he also remembered the sombre news they just received. But he was determined to be optimistic about things - he was going to live with a woman he definitely adores and possibly could love for the rest of his life!
"Anyway, we will know more when my brother returns from the police station. For now, let's just live together as husband and wife first!" Jingwei declares.
