Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[WARNING FOR GORE]

Jingwei blinked in surprise. This person knew who he was - wait, was this person out to kill him in the first place?

He hurriedly pulled off the ski mask. To his disappointment, he didn't recognize the man at all.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Jingwei demanded, peering down at him, making sure he stayed clear of that man's hands. Not like he had the strength to kill him, but one had to be cautious. If he died at the hands of a half-dead man, Xue Ning's father would really think he's a moron!

"Like I'd tell you, because you asked. Are you stupid?" The man wheezed painfully.

"If you don't, you're going to die by bleeding to death." Jingwei said, pointing to the wound on his belly. "Bet you didn't think this would happen eh? Why are you even burning down this restaurant?"

The man stayed firmly silent. Jingwei sighed.

"Fine, I'll have to make my own conclusions then. Let's see… I know! You ate the food here and got diarrhoea, but you couldn't reach the washroom in time! Your bowels gave up and you shat in your pants, in front of your crush, forever ruining your chances. Because of this incident, your reputation was forever destroyed, and no one wanted to hire you. Jobless and loveless, you had no choice but to turn to crime! So you decided to burn this restaurant down as revenge."

"Am I right?" Jingwei asked, his eyes staring down at him. "Or perhaps you -"

"I did not shit my pants! What nonsense are you talking about!" the wannabe arsonist protested as he laid on the floor, staring up at Sun Jingwei's face illuminated by the moonlight. This had to be the weirdest night of his life!

He was supposed to kidnap this man, but why didn't anyone tell him that he had a few screws loose? Either that, or the bloodloss had made him hallucinate the babble of words that escaped his mouth.

"I got it!" Jingwei said proudly, clapping his hands. "You actually got dumped here in this restaurant. Your ex decided that she was in love with me, like all women are. So you want revenge on me and the restaurant. I'm so smart, aren't I? But don't worry, I'm a taken man!"

"You're delusional! Stop talking!" He wheezed. He couldn't stay silent any longer. "Your wife will be taken soon!"

The sheer nonsense that came out of Sun Jingwei's mouth, paired with his handsome face, was doing something to the wannabe arsonist's insides (those that hadn't spilled out anyway).

"My wife will be what?" Jingwei asked, the cheerful look on his face turning venomous in an instant. He twisted the nose of the man, causing him to squeal in pain. "If you refuse to tell me, I'll pull out your fucking intestines! Wait - you know what, I'm going to sing and do that," Jingwei said smugly.

A horrified look took over the arsonist's face. Jingwei's hands pressed down on his already painful belly, and he opened his mouth and began to howl straight into his ears!

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Meanwhile, seeing that Jingwei was perfectly safe (the criminal wasn't, but that wasn't Tai Cheng's problem), Li Tai Cheng hurriedly jogged to the two fallen bodies, ready to grab his knives.

Just as he was about to pull the first one out, a hand shot out to grab his foot, fully intent on dragging him to the floor! Beside the first fallen body, the second man had unsteadily got to his feet, trying his best to punch him.

But unfortunately for them, even the element of surprise wasn't enough. Tai Cheng simply readjusted his weight to land on his other foot, expertly dodging the punch and twisting the man's wrist, coating his own hands with blood.

The injured party screamed in pain as more blood spurted from his wound, clutching his hand. Tai Cheng shoved him, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, the knife digging deeper into his back!

He cried out in pain, unable to get up.

Meanwhile Tai Cheng just wanted to wipe his bloody hands on something that wasn't his T-shirt.

"Feng Yi!" The other man croaked out, upset and outraged.

"Worry more about yourself," Tai Cheng scolded, leaping on the first man's back, causing him to collapse from the unexpected weight!

"Nan Yao!" The other man exclaimed. "Oh my god, you killed him! You murderer!"

"Aish, how annoying," Tai Cheng grumbled. This was just like that stupid zombie movie his kids insisted on watching a decade ago, where the brainless mob tried to rip someone from limb to limb. These punks were humans, but Tai Cheng doubted they had a brain cell to rub in between the both of them.

"Who taught you how to fight? You should be ashamed! And I sure hope those are your fake names. Troublemakers these days really have no common sense. If I were your boss, I'd take a finger for this!" Tai Cheng complained.

"Ahhh, it hurts! It hurts! Get off me!" A palliative whine of pain emerged from Nan Yao as he struggled to get up. It was barely audible, for his face was planted on the concrete.

"Sorry," Tai Cheng apologised, but he didn't move away. "This Uncle hasn't worked out in a while. Forgive these old bones!"

There was a faint gurgling noise from the body in front of him as the man tried his best to throw him off, but Tai Cheng planted himself firmly on his back. He used this chance to wipe the blood on his hands on Nan Yao's clothes first.

"Kids these days should stay in school and not be delinquents," Tai Cheng scolded. "And try to relax, I'm going to pull out my knife now. If you struggle, it will hurt more."

"What the flying fuck? How do you know - AHHHHHH"

Before Nan Yao could even complete his response to that terrifying statement, Tai Cheng smoothly ripped out the knife in one clean movement!