The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 253 - 253 252 Female CEO Visits

253: Chapter 252: Female CEO Visits 253: Chapter 252: Female CEO Visits A strong sense of loss surged in Lin Shiyan’s heart.

Wang Dadong’s seemingly joking words deeply stung her.

She had always thought of herself as a lofty ice-berg Female CEO, seeing herself as a Goddess.

But when she stripped away the aura of the Female CEO, she found herself so worthless, inferior even to a front desk girl.

“Wang Dadong, what do I have to do for you to definitely forgive me?” Lin Shiyan gritted her teeth and said.

“Forgive?

Why should I forgive you?

You haven’t done anything wrong to me,” Wang Dadong said calmly.

“I, I wrongly blamed you, I shouldn’t have doubted you…”

“Oh, is that so?

Well, I forgive you then.

Who hasn’t been doubted before?

I look like a bad guy, it’s normal to be seen as a scoundrel,” Wang Dadong said nonchalantly.

Lin Shiyan knew that the less Wang Dadong cared on the surface, the deeper the hurt actually was for him.

“Besides, I’m just a nobody, how could I dare to blame you, a high and mighty Female CEO?” Wang Dadong said somewhat self-mockingly.

Wang Dadong was a magnanimous person.

He didn’t care much about the small details in life.

Lin Shiyan looked down on him, thinking him slovenly and unambitious, and he didn’t care about that either.

But what he couldn’t bear was that the person he was willing to protect with his life actually doubted him and didn’t trust him.

“I’m going to the restroom.” Lin Shiyan’s eyes started to turn a bit red.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be able to hold back her tears.

Wang Dadong sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke.

Not long after Lin Shiyan entered the restroom, the sound of a door opening could be heard; it should have been Zhou Hui returning.

The door opened, and indeed, it was Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui came back from grocery shopping and saw that Wang Dadong had gotten up, with a cigarette in his mouth.

She immediately became anxious, walked over, and snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

“Brother Wang, you—how did you get up, and you’re smoking too?

Didn’t I tell you, you can’t smoke right now!” she said, glaring at Wang Dadong reproachfully.

“Cough cough, I mean, Little Hui Sister, could you let me smoke just one?

As you know, if I don’t smoke, it feels worse than death,” Wang Dadong swallowed hard as he looked at the cigarette Little Hui Sister had taken.

“No way, if I say you can’t smoke, then you can’t smoke.

You are injured and not yet healed; how can you smoke?

Come on, get inside and lie down!” Zhou Hui said, grabbing Wang Dadong’s arm, trying to help him up.

“You, you’re injured?” At that moment, a surprised voice came from behind.

Zhou Hui turned around and was instantly frozen.

“President Lin, you—how did you come here?

Please, have a seat!”

Seeing Lin Shiyan all of a sudden left Zhou Hui somewhat at a loss.

Such a big shot, who she would rarely even exchange a word with on normal days, had unexpectedly come to her home.

Zhou Hui wanted to bring a chair for Lin Shiyan, but besides an old sofa, there were only two small stools they used for meals at home.

It seemed inappropriate for the high and mighty Female CEO to sit on such a stool.

However, Lin Shiyan didn’t pay attention to Zhou Hui and, with a worried expression, asked, “Wang Dadong, where are you injured?

Is it serious?

How about I take you to the hospital now?”

Wang Dadong responded lightly, “Thanks for the concern, President Lin, but I’m fine.

It’s late now, we’re about to cook.

I guess you wouldn’t like our low-grade food, so we won’t keep you.”

“Who says I wouldn’t like it?

Zhou Hui, can I have dinner at your place tonight?” Lin Shiyan asked, looking at Zhou Hui.

“Of course, of course you can…” The leader wanted to have dinner at her place, and she naturally wouldn’t dare to refuse, “President Lin, I’ll go cook right away.”

As Zhou Hui was about to start cooking, Wang Dadong grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Little Hui Sister, you going to cook might not suit President Lin’s taste, since President Lin insists on staying for dinner, why not let her cook herself!”

“Wang, Brother Wang, how, how can this be…” Zhou Hui was somewhat flustered.

It was unheard of for a host to let their guest, especially a leader, cook for themselves.

“It’s okay, Zhou Hui, let me do the cooking.”

Lin Shiyan smiled, took the vegetable basket from Zhou Hui’s hands, and then walked into the kitchen.

Seeing Lin Shiyan really going to cook, Zhou Hui felt out of place whether she stood or sat.

“I, I should still go help President Lin…”

“Little Hui Sister, it’s rare for President Lin to take the initiative to cook.

Let’s just wait,” Wang Dadong pulled Zhou Hui over and had her sit down on the couch.

Wang Dadong, do you think this little difficulty can stump the CEO?

Lin Shiyan thought to herself.

Although she hadn’t cooked much before, she’d never eaten pork but had seen pigs run.

After mentally recalling for a while, Lin Shiyan started to cook following the steps she had seen Wang Dadong perform when he cooked.

However, what’s easy to remember is hard to do.

When she had watched Wang Dadong chop vegetables before, it was just like a knife performance, but today when she chopped, it felt like every type of vegetable was filled with deep malice towards her.

“Ouch!”

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from the kitchen.

“President Lin, are you okay?” Zhou Hui paled with shock and hurried into the kitchen.

“I, I cut my hand…” The Female CEO had a cut on the index finger of her left hand, bleeding profusely, while her delicate eyebrows furrowed and a face full of grievance.

“President Lin, come on, let me bandage it for you.” Zhou Hui quickly ushered Lin Shiyan out of the kitchen.

“To cut yourself just by chopping vegetables, really useless.” Wang Dadong didn’t show a bit of sympathy after Lin Shiyan cut her hand; instead, he disdainfully commented.

Lin Shiyan hung her head, remaining silent.

Little Hui Sister, with her thoughtful and skillful hands, quickly bandaged Lin Shiyan up.

“President Lin, you just watch TV here for a while, I’ll go cook.”

“Wait.” Once again, Wang Dadong stopped Zhou Hui.

“Little Hui Sister, President Lin isn’t someone who likes to quit halfway.

Let President Lin do it.”

“But President Lin’s hand is cut, it’s bleeding.” Zhou Hui truly couldn’t understand why Wang Dadong insisted on having Lin Shiyan cook, and why the President even listened to him.

“What’s so big about bleeding?

You all bleed so much every month and it’s no big deal,” Wang Dadong rolled his eyes and said.

“Zhou Hui, let me do it!” Lin Shiyan stood up again and stormed into the kitchen, fuming.

After an immense effort, Lin Shiyan somehow managed to finish cooking.

But as a result, she had two more small cuts on her hands, was covered in grease stains, and her snow-white face was also smeared with soot from the bottom of the pot, looking utterly disheveled.

Wang Dadong took a pair of chopsticks and casually stirred in a dish, frowning and said, “What on earth is this you’ve cooked?

Can it be eaten?”

Then he looked at the rice in the electric rice cooker and said, “Is this supposed to be rice?

The rice isn’t even cooked.”

At this point, even Zhou Hui felt that Wang Dadong was being a bit too much.

A high and mighty CEO cooked for you, and you’re still picking it apart.