The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 137 - 137 137 Relief

137: Chapter 137: Relief 137: Chapter 137: Relief “Okay,” An Lan nodded, it was time to have a showdown with Su Qingyu.

An Lan’s feelings for Ye Shikai should have been shared with Su Qingyu earlier; it wouldn’t have led to this situation where now the three should sit together and talk.

Ye Shikai got into An Lan’s car.

Cheng Yi had arranged for a new car for Ye Shikai, which he believed would be delivered before the end of work.

Both returned to the company, where Su Qingyu had already returned to the CEO’s office, looking somewhat uneasy and anxious.

“Qingyu, I’m back.” At this moment, the office door was opened, and it was Ye Shikai, followed by An Lan.

Upon hearing Ye Shikai calling her “Qingyu” in front of An Lan, Su Qingyu immediately realized that An Lan knew about their relationship.

“Lanlan, are you okay?” Su Qingyu asked cautiously.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, Qingyu, for worrying you just now.” An Lan’s face was full of apologies.

“Qingyu, Lan already knows…” Ye Shikai was about to speak but was interrupted by An Lan.

“Qingyu, I already know about your marriage.” An Lan said, her gaze meaningful.

Su Qingyu, a clever woman good at reading signs, knew that even if An Lan found out, she wouldn’t have frenziedly left the company.

Especially since Ye Shikai had dashed out to stop her…

Bit by bit, gesture by gesture, endless associations played out in Su Qingyu’s mind…

“That’s right, Qingyu, the person I like is him.” An Lan suddenly blurted out, which was expected by Ye Shikai.

However, Su Qingyu had also anticipated it.

Ye Shikai thought Su Qingyu would be shocked, but she just sighed deeply and said lightly, “I should have guessed.”

An Lan didn’t expect Su Qingyu to respond like that, “Qingyu, you mean…”

“That time you called him to the Peninsula Hotel, you already liked him, didn’t you?” Su Qingyu interrupted An Lan, recalling the instance when An Lan had arranged for Ye Shikai to go to the Peninsula Hotel late at night.

Back then, Su Qingyu was puzzled why An Lan would send Ye Shikai to Yanjing’s most famous Lover Hotel so late.

Even if Ye Shikai didn’t realize it, An Lan couldn’t have been unaware.

Su Qingyu self-mockingly wondered why she hadn’t considered it before; it was because at the time, deep down, she truly didn’t believe An Lan would fancy Ye Shikai.

But let’s not forget that even Luo Shiqi, the queen of Yanjing’s Underworld and a business tycoon, was enamored with this man in front of her.

“Yes, at that time, I already liked him, but what I didn’t expect was that his wife would turn out to be you.” An Lan said.

The three of them clarified everything, including Su Qingyu and Ye Shikai’s marriage origin, An Lan’s feelings for Ye Shikai, and Su Qingyu’s current change of heart.

After a long discussion, each felt a weight lifted, especially Ye Shikai and An Lan.

For An Lan, her admiring feelings for Ye Shikai could finally be let out.

“Qingyu, I’m really sorry…” An Lan suddenly cried, feeling deeply ashamed for falling in love with her best friend’s boyfriend.

“Lanlan, it’s fine if you like him; you don’t owe me any apologies.” Su Qingyu comforted, believing that in matters of the heart, there was no right or wrong.

It was just a matter of falling in love with the wrong person at the right time.

“Now this guy, knowing so many women like him, I don’t know how high his tail is going to wag.” Su Qingyu muttered.

Upon hearing this, An Lan turned her tears into laughter while Ye Shikai’s face was overtaken by an embarrassed look.

Ever since returning to Yanjing, women around him seemed bewitched, one after another falling for him—from Luo Shiqi to Li Mengmeng, could it be that he genuinely was fated to attract romantic luck?

“Qingyu, don’t you blame me?” An Lan asked.

“Of course not, if it wasn’t for this marriage arranged by my dad, we might not have been together at all.” Su Qingyu responded, “At that time, I really disliked him.

However, over time, I found he wasn’t as bad as I imagined.

Until a few days ago, when he unhesitatingly came to rescue me after I was kidnapped, I realized he was someone dependable.” These words deeply touched Ye Shikai; risking his life to save her had been worth it.

“Yes, he unhesitatingly came to rescue me,” An Lan murmured to herself, recalling just a while ago when Ye Shikai, driving his car, had shielded her from an oncoming vehicle, also risking his safety.

“Lanlan, what did you say?” Su Qingyu asked.

An Lan recounted the recent car accident, and Su Qingyu listened tensely, as if she had witnessed the startling moment herself.

However, since she knew Ye Shikai possessed inner strength, she felt more assured about his safety.

A cultivator wasn’t likely to die that easily in a car crash.

“So you played the hero saving the beauty,” Su Qingyu placed her hand on her waist, tweaking it hard, wincing in pain but looking at Ye Shikai with a hint of jealousy, “Hmph, if you had rescued some inappropriate woman, you would have seen how I’d deal with you.”

“Lanlan, are you alright?” Su Qingyu turned to ask An Lan.

“I’m fine.” An Lan replied.

“Wife, I got hurt, why aren’t you saying anything?” Ye Shikai felt slightly aggrieved, showing his abraded arm.

These were injuries from the impact, fortunately superficial.

“It’s your own fault for driving Lanlan away.

You’d be done for if something had happened to Lanlan.” Su Qingyu glared fiercely at him.

Ye Shikai wore a blank expression; it was her who ran away, after all.

Besides, at that moment, Su Qingyu hadn’t stopped her, carrying some of the blame herself.

Watching Ye Shikai’s crestfallen appearance, An Lan couldn’t help but laugh.

The three left the company, planning to have a good meal out.

Unexpectedly, a man suddenly ran out.

“Mr.

Ye, Mr.

Cheng asked me to bring the car over for you, please have a look.” The man said, and Ye Shikai glanced at it—a Lexus, identical to the one he had before, had already parked in the spot.

Indeed, their efficiency was unbeatable.

“Which Mr.

Cheng?

Why did he send you a car?” Su Qingyu coldly asked.