The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife Chapter 5 - 5 5 This is a Misunderstanding

“Really?

Then why do I smell a woman’s perfume on you?” Su Qingyu scoffed, a furious fire concealed within her heart.

She had been diligently working, negotiating business deals, while Ye Shikai was out enjoying himself with other women behind her back.

Even if they were merely a couple in name, this was utterly outrageous.

How could her father possibly marry her off to such a man?

Was he deliberately throwing her into a fiery abyss?

Was she even his biological daughter?

Ye Shikai sensed the frigid aura emanating from Su Qingyu, and he felt a surge of frustration himself.

After all, he was supposedly willing – no, wait, he had actually refused, but now it appeared he couldn't clear his name even if he were to jump into the Yellow River.

For the moment, he found himself at a loss for words.

Noticing Ye Shikai’s look of embarrassment, Su Qingyu let out a cold snort. “There you go, I was right, wasn’t I?

This scoundrel really went out to chase other women.”

Su Qingyu’s gaze was fixed coldly on Ye Shikai, her stare so sharp it could slice him to pieces.

She turned to leave, and Ye Shikai quickly extended his hand to grasp her arm.

The contact felt warm, like smooth jade, sending a jolt through Ye Shikai’s senses.

It had been two days since their marriage; this was the very first time Ye Shikai had experienced any physical contact with Su Qingyu.

“Wife, please, let me explain,” Ye Shikai pleaded anxiously.

Being so profoundly misunderstood by Su Qingyu was a heavy burden, but Su Qingyu offered no response, forcefully shaking off his hand and heading directly back to her private chamber.

With a deep sigh as he returned to his room, Ye Shikai glanced at all the beautiful women present.

Ah, what a vexation beauty brings.

Truly, it's a catastrophe brought on by enchanting women.

Back at his seat, Ye Shikai’s appetite vanished entirely, his mind entirely consumed with thoughts of how to explain to Su Qingyu at home, his brows deeply furrowed in worry.

An Lan, seated beside him, observed Ye Shikai’s pronounced frown and felt a sense of puzzlement.

This fellow was perfectly fine just a moment ago, so why did his face now appear so troubled?

“Ye Shikai, are you alright?

Why do you look so pale?” An Lan inquired with evident concern.

“Yeah, Ye, I hope it’s not because I’m prettier than your wife and you’re now regretting your marriage,” Wanna jested from beside him, and the other women also began to express their concern, noticing Ye Shikai’s peculiar behavior.

Ye Shikai let out a scoff towards the women, internally placing the blame squarely on them.

My wife won’t even speak to me now.

Well, it seems she didn’t pay much attention to me before either.

Ye Shikai fixed his gaze on Wanna, who was still attempting to entice him; this seductive woman was far too perilous.

Everyone, I need to make my exit immediately, because if I can’t resist and end up messing around with you all, my wife will surely skin me alive.

“I suddenly have an urgent matter to attend to; I must depart.” Without allowing An Lan and the others a chance to react, Ye Shikai bolted from the room, hailed a taxi, and made his way back to Lishi Garden.

He approached his front door with a sense of trepidation.

The Netherworld King, who once held human life in utter disdain, now found himself fearing a mere woman.

Indeed, Ye Shikai was growing somewhat weary of his life filled with violence and conflict.

This was also a contributing factor to his agreement with Su Pengzhan’s request to return to the country and enter into marriage.

Furthermore, he was aware that if he continued down this path, his Demon Addiction would escalate, potentially to a point where he could no longer suppress it even with his Inner Strength.

“Creak,” Ye Shikai finally pushed open the front door.

It’s a blessing, not a misfortune.

If it were a misfortune, it could not be avoided.

Besides, it was all a misunderstanding, and Ye Shikai hadn’t actually done anything wrong.

As long as Su Qingyu would listen and he explained things with patience, she should eventually comprehend.

“Wife, you’ve returned.” Ye Shikai had not anticipated that Su Qingyu would already be back; she was seated on the sofa in the living room, engrossed in an art magazine.

When Ye Shikai addressed her, she paid him no mind. “Wife, today’s incident was merely a misunderstanding,” Ye Shikai carefully sat down beside Su Qingyu, scrutinizing her expression.

Damn, this woman is undoubtedly still furious.

“Wife, please, grant me the chance to explain.”

“Wife, it truly wasn’t my fault.”

“Wife, would you grace me with a smile? You look absolutely stunning when you do.”

Ye Shikai employed every tactic, even resorting to jokes, to capture her attention, thinking to himself, this is all your doing; if you refuse to speak to me today, I will not give up, even if you are as cold as an iceberg, I will melt you.

Finally, under Ye Shikai’s persistent efforts, Su Qingyu put down the magazine she was holding and declared in an angry tone, “Will you ever cease your antics?

Very well, I am eager to witness precisely how you intend to explain this away.”

Seeing that Su Qingyu had finally broken her silence, Ye Shikai’s spirits soared.

Indeed, when one casts aside all shame, they become invincible.

Su Qingyu cast a cold glance at him, and Ye Shikai immediately abandoned his jesting demeanor, earnestly commencing the task of explaining the situation to Su Qingyu.

Upon hearing Ye Shikai’s clarification, Su Qingyu came to the realization that she had once again misunderstood him, yet her expression remained as frigid as ice.

She absolutely could not admit her mistake to him, fearing it would only inflate his already considerable arrogance. Furthermore, Su Qingyu possessed a naturally dominant personality and rarely took the initiative to apologize for her errors.

“Oh, I understand.” Her tone turned icy. Without sparing Ye Shikai another glance, she proceeded directly upstairs to her chamber.

Ye Shikai was taken aback, wondering if that was the end of it, his entire explanation dismissed so curtly? He also remained uncertain whether Su Qingyu had truly forgiven him.

The 'Ice Queen' certainly lived up to her formidable reputation. He had briefly considered going to Su Qingyu’s room to elaborate further, but recalling her explicit prohibition against him entering her private space, he reluctantly retreated to his own quarters.

Restless in his bed, unable to find sleep, he resolved to sit and begin his cultivation practice. The inner strength within his Dantian stirred, flowing through his Meridians. Ye Shikai sensed a significant stabilization of the mysterious energy coursing through him, believing that, for the moment, no further complications would arise.

Far removed from the harsh realities of the battlefield, life in this peaceful city, though somewhat monotonous, was blessedly free from peril. If only he hadn't impulsively sought revenge abroad, his current existence might have been vastly different.

These reflections inevitably brought back memories of that brutal conflict. Had he been more vigilant, more decisive, more powerful, perhaps fewer comrades would have met their untimely demise.

Tears traced paths down his cheeks as the harrowing scenes replayed in his mind. Ye Shikai yearned for a second chance, an opportunity to alter the past, but alas, life does not hinge on possibilities and 'what ifs'.

The following morning, Ye Shikai awoke early, aware that a significant undertaking awaited him that day. Descending the stairs, he found that Nanny Wu had already prepared breakfast. Su Qingyu was seated at the dining table, partaking in her morning meal.

“Son-in-law, you’re awake. Come, join me for breakfast.” “Very well,” Ye Shikai responded, taking a seat at the table and casting a look towards Su Qingyu.

“Wife, today marks the anniversary of my mother's passing. I intend to visit her at the cemetery,” Ye Shikai stated, observing Su Qingyu closely for her reaction.

Upon hearing Ye Shikai's words, Su Qingyu paused, her attention captured. She belatedly recalled that it was indeed the anniversary of Ye Shikai's mother's death. Having just finalized a crucial business deal the previous day, and with an important company meeting scheduled that day, she had necessarily worked late into the night.

Noticing Su Qingyu's somewhat detached demeanor, a flicker of disappointment crossed Ye Shikai's features. “I shall head out then,” he announced, turning to depart.

“Wait. I will accompany you. Just give me a moment to change my attire.” Though her feelings for Ye Shikai were less than warm, Su Qingyu had always harbored deep respect for his parents. His father, in particular, had tragically died while saving Su Pengzhan, a debt that always weighed on Su Qingyu's conscience.

Approximately ten minutes later, Su Qingyu reappeared on the ground floor, clad in a somber black coat. “Very well, let us depart,” she declared, her voice now devoid of its earlier chill, carrying instead a subtle undertone of shared sorrow and concern.

Ye Shikai regarded Su Qingyu, his expression sincere as he voiced his gratitude, “Thank you.”