The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 164

Chapter 164: Chapter 164

A woman with long hair reaching her waist, willow leaf eyebrows, blazing red lips, a slender and elongated melon-seed face made movements gracefully, yet her softness was interspersed with venomous spikes, daring no one to look her straight in the eye.

This woman repeatedly toyed with a piece of colored glaze in her hands, crescent-shaped, a favored glass ornament called Liu Liyue by the ancient Mongols, of about half a palm’s size, constantly spinning in her grasp. Over time, the object seemed to adopt a human temperament.

In the expansive hall, Liu Liyue sat on the Taishi chair, beside her squatted a young Red Hair who looked still a child, holding a toothpick, scratching on the floor. The floor was made of old-time bluestone slabs, where one could still see ants crawling. The Liu brothers sat in the guest seats, looking at this chilling woman.

"Have you found Zhang Xiayang?"

Her voice stealthily carried a chilling coldness, fitting the icy aura she emitted.

Liu Ping slightly leaned forward, "Not yet. Heard he has fled to Yunnan, and if this info holds true, he probably intends to run off to Vietnam."

"Heard?" Liu Liyue raised her eyebrows, her tone flat, neither warm nor fiery, "If I relied on hearsay, I wouldn’t have approached you. I’ve already eliminated a Chen Pingrui for you. As we agreed beforehand, we divide the Chen family’s assets thirty to seventy. But if you can’t show some results soon, I don’t mind keeping that thirty percent safe for you. Better in my hands than others, right?"

"Hmph, just with you... Ah!"

Liu Hao screamed miserably, falling backward from his chair onto the floor, and a large area of fresh blood flowed from his shoulder, rapidly staining the bluestone slab with a vast crimson.

"Last time someone was hit in the face at the Jade Market, not a fart dared to be released, and you still have the face to live. After all, Liu Laogou was someone with a reputation, not to say a hero, but at the very least the name of a fierce bandit of Sichuan resonated loudly. Unexpectedly in the end, such commendably worthless sons were born, congratulations!"

Liu Liyue looked at the agonized Liu Hao, bearing a smile full of mockery. He only cooperated with the Liu Family for profit—after all they demanded a lot—scolding them was for their own good.

Qin Gui stood up, hands in his pockets, ear droplets, nose ring, ripped jeans, flaunting a casual demeanor, "My aunt is complimenting you, shouldn’t you hurry up and say thank you?"

"Fuck you..."

This time, the blood sprayed out, painting a dark red stain on the red lacquered pillars of the main hall, a spray from a major artery in the neck.

Qin Gui had just killed Liu Ping’s younger brother.

Liu Liyue watched with interest at the blood stain on the pillar and said, "Young Master Liu, I think this man’s death is nothing to mourn, don’t you think?"

"I agree." His voice carried a grinding resentment.

Liu Liyue chuckled, "Young Master Liu, you are meant for greater things, I know today’s events were highly offensive to you, and your hatred towards me is justified, a common human sentiment. But I can assure you unequivocally, this corpse in the hands of those at Fengyue Lake would certainly be worth more than if he were alive. Hehehe."

Dressed in a big red Qipao trailing to the ground, Liu Liyue’s graceful figure sparked not a shred of desire in men, only a chilling tremble. Behind her, the loyal hooligan Qin Gui idly followed, presenting an uncommendable figure, but just looking at these two from the back was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

Beiping City’s suburbs, inside a villa by Fengyue Lake, sat three women, or strictly speaking, five, the additional two being their daughters.

"Eldest sister, you wouldn’t have called us over in the middle of the night just to catch up on old times, would you?"

Two flamboyantly dressed women sat opposite Zheng Xinru, staring at the eldest daughter-in-law of the Chen family. Their faces wore unflappable smiles, but their minds each beat their own drums, unsure of what this formidable woman was planning. Although she was no longer the wife in the strictest sense, her status remained, and moreover, who didn’t know about the childhood love between Chen Pingrui and his wife, a bond that no thin divorce certificate could sever.

Zheng Xinru took a sip of tea, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over her daughter. Chen Yang immediately understood and stood up, turning to her younger sister, "Little sister, let’s go upstairs and play."

Third Mistress Lv Nan smiled and pulled Chen Yue’s shoulder, "Go, play with your sister."

Fourteen-year-old Chen Yue, in the throes of her rebellious phase, couldn’t wait to leave this suffocating environment, happily following Chen Yang upstairs.

Lin Jingran and Lv Nan exchanged glances, knowing Zheng Xinru must have something serious to discuss, otherwise she wouldn’t have summoned them both at the same time. This was Chen Pingrui’s style, yet now in this villa, Chen Pingrui was nowhere to be seen, which felt very wrong.

"Chen Pingrui is dead."

An uproar.

Chen Pingrui dead? What kind of joke was that?

Lin Jingran and Lv Nan were both startled, their first thought being that Zheng Xinru must be joking. However, looking at her solemn and upright demeanor, she clearly wasn’t jesting. Besides, she normally wouldn’t even step half into Chen Pingrui’s house; ten years post-divorce, no one had ever seen the two meet, not even once.

At this moment, the difference between a powerful woman and a mere trophy was evident; Zheng Xinru could maintain her composure as if thunder rumbled within yet her face remained calm like a serene lake, but these two women couldn’t. One was a former Oiran leader, the other a ravishing beauty in her early twenties, how could they possibly stay composed. Without Chen Pingrui, it meant no one would support them, and more terrifying, those who had long coveted them would brazenly swoop in, leaving not even bones behind.

Trophies are not brains, yet in matters concerning themselves, they calculated clearer than anyone.

Seeing neither spoke, Zheng Xinru sighed internally and continued, "Pingrui died from a heart attack due to heart issues. As for the cause of death, you can believe whatever you think, and don’t worry about his funeral arrangements. As per his instructions before death, no funeral is to be held, everything will be simplified and his ashes will be sent directly to the graveyard in a couple of days."

"Can’t we see him one last time?"

"Yes, elder sister, even though we are divorced, but we still... ought to fulfill our emotional obligations."

Emotional obligations? Hmph.

"Jingran, Nan, for now, listen to me as your elder sister. Compared to this, there’s another matter I want to discuss with you, something that Pingrui was most concerned about."

The real issue at hand.

"Zhang Xiayang killed Liu Laogou and then he fled. Now the people from the Liu family are searching the world over to take revenge on Zhang Xiayang, all these are just distractions. If they can’t find Zhang Xiayang, the Liu family will naturally demand justice from the Chen family, and even if Zhang Xiayang is found, how could they possibly let go of a big piece like the Chen family."