The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 178 - 175: The True Expert

Chapter 178: Chapter 175: The True Expert

As he thought, Ling Chen suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, especially in his chest. He thought it was nothing major after being hit by that woman, but now he felt suffocated as if he was about to lose his breath, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing his face turn red and his breathing difficult, the woman quickly stepped forward and struck out with her palm again. Ling Chen widened his eyes, watching her movements.

Again? Was she trying to kill him?

Just as the thought arose, the woman’s delicate palm had already landed on his body. Instantly, he felt an inexplicable force surge through him, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

As the clotted blood came out, his breathing became much smoother, and his whole body relaxed. However, when he completely relaxed, he immediately felt his head dizzy and lethargy overwhelmed him.

After the fight with Song Qing, where he severely depleted his physical strength, and now being struck twice by this mysterious woman, he felt he could not take it anymore.

In a daze, he leaned back, lying unconscious in the bushes.

...

He did not know how much time had passed, but Ling Chen finally came to.

He rubbed his temples and slowly sat up, realizing he was lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a blanket that carried a faint scent of freshness. He looked around and saw that he was in a wooden cabin with nothing but a bed and a desk chair and no valuable decorations - almost everything was made of wood.

"What place is this?"

As he wondered, the door of the cabin was pushed open from outside. Shortly after, a woman came in holding a bowl of rice porridge.

So it was her.

Ling Chen regained his senses and looked at the woman who had injured him yet had also saved him, his eyes flickering with curiosity.

Such a skillful and stunningly beautiful woman living alone in the deep woods must have an untold story. Generally, he wouldn’t be interested in others, but with such a beauty, he wouldn’t mind delving into her secrets.

At that moment, the woman approached the bed and handed him the bowl of millet porridge, "Eat..."

Ling Chen smiled slightly, knowing she spoke with difficulty. Without waiting for her to finish, he took the porridge with both hands. Driven by immense hunger, he gulped it down greedily, leaving not a single grain at the bottom of the bowl.

The more severe the physical exhaustion, the hungrier he got.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Ling Chen felt a significant relief throughout his body, not feeling as uncomfortable as before.

"Thank you."

The woman took the empty bowl, placed it aside, and then sat dawn in front of the bed. Her clear eyes stared at him unblinkingly, as if she was assessing an interesting object.

Being stared at so unrestrainedly, even Ling Chen with his thick skin felt a bit embarrassed.

He coughed lightly and chuckled, "Beauty, do you really not have a name?"

The woman gently shook her head.

"Then..." Ling Chen glanced at the empty porridge bowl, "I’ll call you Porridge Girl, we need some kind of address."

"Whatever."

"How many years have you lived here?"

Porridge Girl stretched out two fingers, and Ling Chen immediately understood. Twenty years! He clicked his tongue in wonder. This woman had actually lived in this deserted place for twenty years; it must have been hard for her, wondering how she got through these long years. If it were him, living alone in such a desolate place, not to mention twenty years, he’d go mad just after two or three years.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but admire the persistence of the porridge girl.

"Other than you, has no one else been here?"

"There has, my... Master... Master."

"Master?" Ling Chen nodded secretly. He knew it, the porridge girl’s skills were so formidable, it must have been taught by a master, "Doesn’t your master live with you?"

Mentioning her master, the porridge girl’s expression suddenly dimmed, her eyes carrying a touch of faint sorrow.

Seeing this, Ling Chen knew he had touched on her tragic past, and hurriedly apologized: "I’m sorry."

"You..."

The porridge girl was about to speak, but at that moment, she seemed to hear something, suddenly stood up, and turned to look outside the door.

"What happened?"

"There’s... someone."

Ling Chen listened carefully, but it was silent outside, not a sound. He gave a bitter smile, he had always thought his martial arts were not bad, but compared to the porridge girl, he was far weaker.

Watching the porridge girl walk out, Ling Chen immediately threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and followed her out of the wooden cabin.

Stepping out of the cabin, Ling Chen was surprised to find that the cabin was actually built on a large tree. Rather than a wooden house, it seemed more appropriate to call it a treehouse. The treehouse was hidden by lush branches and foliage, making it difficult to spot without careful attention.

At that moment, the porridge girl leaped forward from a branch over five meters high and jumped down. Landing on her feet, she slightly bent her knees and made no sound even though she stepped on dry leaves.

Seeing the height, Ling Chen hesitated briefly, then gave up the idea of jumping down. His condition wasn’t good now, better not to overdo it. Plus, the perspective from the tree branch was good, his gaze could cover the surroundings.

However, in the blink of an eye, the porridge girl had disappeared from his sight, not knowing where she had gone.

During this contemplation, a rustling sound approached from far to near. Ling Chen looked up and saw a middle-aged man walking towards him through the shrubs.

"Song Qing?" Ling Chen’s eyes brightened slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, finding what one sought effortlessly after much effort, he had wanted to find him and here he came on his own.

Thinking this, he grabbed the rope beside the treehouse, preparing to slide down and capture Song Qing.

However, before he could act, Song Qing, who was underneath the treehouse, suddenly stopped and looked around with a wary expression, coldly saying, "Who’s there? Come out!"

Seeing no response, Song Qing slightly furrowed his brow and said: "Ling Chen, I know it’s you, stop sneaking around, come out." Saying that, he picked up a roughly one-meter long tree branch from the ground, tightly gripping it in his hands.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and the sound of wind attacked; Song Qing quickly turned around, stabbing the branch fiercely backwards.

However, just as he moved, Song Qing was shocked, staring dumbfounded at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. She had caught his stabbing branch between two fingers.

"Who are you?"

"Porridge girl, be careful, that guy is a bad person."

Hearing Ling Chen’s voice from the treehouse, Song Qing’s face changed starkly, and he coldly shouted: "So you two are in this together, go to hell!"

With a loud shout, he flicked his wrist, and the branch immediately snapped. Then, holding the broken half of the branch, he thrust forward once again towards the porridge girl.

The porridge girl stood there without any expression, seeming not to take his attack seriously. As the tip of the branch almost reached her, she didn’t move her hands, and Song Qing’s body was suddenly struck hard, flying up from the ground and heavily falling back down.