The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 138 - 138 138 Emperor Xuan Scripture

138: Chapter 138 Emperor Xuan Scripture 138: Chapter 138 Emperor Xuan Scripture “I know a friend that you don’t,” Ye Shikai said, seeing the suspicious and jealous look in Su Qingyu’s eyes made him a bit helpless.

Women are always curious, especially when given a perfunctory response like “you don’t know them,” which can easily lead them to wild guesses.

“Be more specific,” Su Qingyu said coldly, giving Ye Shikai’s soft waist a twist.

An Lan couldn’t help but chuckle upon seeing this.

“Alright, it’s one of Luo Shiqi’s subordinates.

I met him at a bar last time.

Someone was giving my friend a hard time, and he stepped in to help,” Ye Shikai explained, and to prevent Su Qingyu from speculating any further, he also said some good words about Cheng Yi.

“Luo Shiqi’s people.” Su Qingyu dragged her words, her emphasis clearly on Luo Shiqi.

It looked like she was jealous.

Su Qingyu used to keep her distance from Luo Shiqi, but now she sees Luo Shiqi as her number one love rival.

Right now, Su Qingyu must think that this car was gifted by Luo Shiqi.

“This car, she gave it to you, right?” Su Qingyu pointed at the Lexus and said coldly.

Ye Shikai’s face fell into lines of worry, fearing that if he admitted it, Su Qingyu would have the security guards smash it.

“Of course not, it was indeed bought with my money,” Ye Shikai said.

“A car worth over a million, when did you become so rich,” An Lan chimed in from the side.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyu immediately frowned.

Ye Shikai saw An Lan secretly smirking; she was doing it on purpose for sure.

“Hubby, I didn’t realize you had such a well-stocked little treasury.

I really thought you had no money, didn’t expect you hid it so well,” Su Qingyu suddenly spoke sweetly to herself, but one could hear the hidden rage in her words.

“Er, it’s all my hard-earned savings from before, just never spent it,” Ye Shikai said with an awkward laugh, while sneakily glaring at An Lan, who stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously.

“Working so hard, let me help you keep it safe,” Su Qingyu said with a naughty smile, her hand unintentionally touching her own waist again.

“Of course, that’s fine, but I’ve almost spent it all, you see…”

“It’s okay, just give me the car keys.”

What, give you the car keys?

That’s like not having a car at all.

Ye Shikai sighed internally; Su Qingyu really had him on a tight leash.

“Alright, Qingyu, his car keys are useless to you.

It’s getting late, let’s hurry up and go grab something to eat,” An Lan interrupted and played peacemaker, and Su Qingyu finally let it go.

After dinner, Su Qingyu and An Lan went shopping, of course, with Ye Shikai being the pack mule.

Watching their pitiful and cheap labor, the two women laughed and ended this torture.

Ye Shikai and Su Qingyu returned home, and to his surprise, Su Ziqing, the little girl, hadn’t come back.

Later, Su Qingyu told Ye Shikai that she went to stay at Su Pengzhan’s place for the night, so he didn’t ask further.

Back in their room, Ye Shikai took a bath and sat on the bed, starting to cultivate.

His Inner Strength circulated around his body.

An ancient scripture slowly appeared in front of him.

Ye Shikai reached out and took the scripture in his hands.

On the cover, the three characters “Emperor Xuan Scripture” were prominently displayed.

He opened the scripture, and inside were ancient texts and a few obscure illustrations.

This scripture was something he found by chance in a cave, and it was this ancient scripture that set him on the path of cultivation.

The cultivation techniques in the “Emperor Xuan Scripture” are divided into eight layers, corresponding to the Eight Diagrams: Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui.

He had only cultivated to the third layer, the Kan Level, and could already become one of the Main Gods.

Each time he advanced a layer, his power would leap qualitatively.

The scripture recorded that one could reach the heavens and become immortal, with a lifespan as long as the heavens and earth, on the last layer.

Although he hadn’t experienced this, he could feel the gap between each layer compared to the previous ones.

Ghost had told him last time that the Sea King Palace’s forces had already been mobilized, and even Poseidon himself was taking action.

Of course, Ye Shikai couldn’t be careless.

Netherworld King Hall’s influence had reached Huaxia, and he could contact them at any time.

He also prepared a trump card, specifically for Poseidon.

“Knock knock knock” At this moment, the door to the room sounded.

Ye Shikai got up to open the door; who else could it be but Su Qingyu?

“Qingyu, you’re here again.”

“What, not too happy to see me?” Su Qingyu said with a smile.

“Want to come sleep in my room?” Just thinking about the last time Su Qingyu actually made him sleep in the bathtub made Ye Shikai somewhat depressed.

“No, it’s just a bit late, I was thinking of resting,” Ye Shikai said.

Su Qingyu huffed and stepped in, “Qingyu, you look a bit off, haven’t been resting well recently?” Ye Shikai took a look at Su Qingyu’s face, his expression slightly serious.

“Yeah, a bit.

There’s been a lot going on at the company, so I’ve been staying up late.” Su Qingyu rubbed her temples.

“Come, lie down, I’ll give you a massage,” Ye Shikai offered.

“You sure about that?” Su Qingyu was skeptical but ultimately kicked off her shoes and lay on the bed.

“Ye Family massage, everyone who tries it knows,” Ye Shikai joked.

For cultivators, getting sick is virtually non-existent because with the presence of Inner Strength, bodily functions are always at their best.

Even running a marathon wouldn’t be a problem in terms of physical fitness.

Ye Shikai warmed up his palms and had Su Qingyu close her eyes, then slowly began massaging her head.

His Inner Strength steadily entered Su Qingyu’s body through her scalp, and her face immediately revealed a look of comfort.

“Didn’t expect your massage to be quite nice.

You’re giving me massages every day from now on,” Su Qingyu said, showing a gratified expression.

“Ah, every day?

What if I get tired?”

“What, you still haven’t finished with the issue of your hidden stash.

And now you want to complain,” Su Qingyu snorted coldly.

“No money, you despise me; have money, you still yell at me…” Ye Shikai muttered.

“What did you say?” Su Qingyu said fiercely.

“Nothing, I was saying, seeing my wife working every day, my heart aches for you,” Ye Shikai promptly corrected himself.