The Cold CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Ren Ziyang opened his eyes, utterly despairing. Just as he expected, the first thing he saw was a beautiful woman in an office-lady outfit, sitting by the bed and scrutinizing him.

"All right, the doctor says your injuries are pretty much healed. Now you can tell me..." The beauty sneered, her eyes full of disdain. "You got those injuries from fighting in some backwater dive, didn't you?"

Fighting in some backwater dive?

Ren Ziyang sighed deeply. "I've told you, you've got the wrong person."

The beauty lazily crossed her legs. Her shapely legs were wrapped in black stockings that glimmered faintly in the sunlight. She smiled. "Are you going to say you don't know me, or her? Hmm? Husband."

She was referring to the little girl standing nearby, clutching a teddy bear. She had a delicately pretty face, but her big eyes darted around mischievously. Anyone could tell at a glance that she was up to no good.