Chapter 178: The Fierce Boss in the Day Becomes Clingy at Night (5)

Chapter 178: The Fierce Boss in the Day Becomes Clingy at Night (5)

Song Chuyi didn't want to comfort Yu Yu, whose mind was filled with nothing but naughtiness.

He patted his shoulder and couldn't help coughing again.

Dan Yu looked up at him, his eyes filled with obvious concern, and his large hand gently patted Song Chuyi's back.

"Wife, wife."

"Pat, pat."

"No naughtiness."

"Concerned for my wife."

My wife is so obedient and soft, I love her so much.

But my wife's health is so poor, it breaks my heart.

A sob escaped Dan Yu's lips; Song Chuyi hadn't even been troubled by his condition, yet he had started crying first.

Large tears fell onto Song Chuyi's collarbone, quickly soaking the area.

"Sniff, sniff, wife."

He buried his head in Song Chuyi's neck, rubbing against it.

"Concerned for my wife, sniff, sniff."

Song Chuyi: ……

To be honest, he really wasn't quite used to this crying bad guy.

But this feeling was pretty strange.

Song Chuyi smiled a little and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, I'll be okay after a good night's sleep."

Dan Yue finally lifted his head, still with tear stains on his cheeks.

"You sure?"

"Really," Song Chuyi replied seriously.

Dan Yue grinned, "Wife, let's go to bed."

He gave Song Chuyi a quick kiss, then closed his eyes in contentment.

Song Chuyi nestled in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, his smile grew wider.

Dan Yue soon fell asleep, and Song Chuyi listened to his breathing, counting the rhythm, lost in thought.

He was still wondering why the host body went to sing at karaoke bars and street stalls to make money. After all, anything in this villa was worth more than what he made in a month.

Maybe he just enjoyed singing for people?

Song Chuyi thought about it—if it were him, he could totally see himself doing something like that.

If his body was this frail and he couldn’t go out, he’d still find a way to stay connected with the outside world.

Singing and chatting were the best ways to kill time.

The more Song Chuyi thought about it, the more he realized there was nothing wrong with what the host body had done.

He even mentally gave a thumbs up, praising the host body’s personality for being so similar to his own! Definitely deserved!

Before he knew it, dawn had broken.

Dan Yue, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly frowned, as if he’d had a bad dream, and abruptly opened his eyes.

In that moment, his sharp, eagle-like gaze seemed to have seen through countless battles, quickly focusing back on Song Chuyi’s pale little face.

"Damn it."

Dan Yue cursed inwardly, his brows tightly knitted.

He couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep while holding Song Chuyi and had slept so soundly, forgetting even the most basic vigilance.

This wasn’t like him.

Dan Yue sat up, his expression darkening.

The sudden movement naturally woke Song Chuyi.

He pretended to rub his eyes. "You’re awake?"

He gave Song Chuyi’s leg a nudge. "You’re awake? Then get my breakfast. I’m starving."

Dan Yue: ...

"What time is it to be hungry?" Dan Yue said, but his body swiftly got up, and in a few big steps, he left the bedroom.

A few minutes later, he brought breakfast up.

Song Chuyi was washing up and poked his head out of the bathroom when he heard the sound.

"Just put it there," he said with a mouth full of toothpaste, his speech muffled and nasally.

The small red mole on the tip of his nose stood out even more in the light, making his skin appear even whiter.

The curly lashes fluttered slightly, as if they lingered on Dan Yue for a moment.

For no reason, a tremor passed through Dan Yue’s heart; he actually wanted those eyes to stay on him a little longer.

This was not normal.

Dan Yue placed the breakfast on the table and glanced at the bathroom.

The sound of water came from inside, occasionally mixed with the sound of Song Chuyi gargling.

He snorted softly, withdrew his gaze, and turned to leave.

When Song Chuyi finished washing up and came out, Dan Yue was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t think much of it, assuming Dan Yue had gone to eat breakfast as well.

Even though he was a bodyguard, everyone needs to eat!

He wasn’t a harsh employer; he wouldn’t deprive his bodyguard of meals.

Song Chuyi savored his breakfast with satisfaction and looked around the room, but couldn't locate the medication the host body required.

It was probably thrown away by the host body.

This isn't good, Song Chuyi thought to himself. This body is in such poor condition; he needed to figure out how to improve it.

He didn't want to be stuck in this villa forever.

From his wheelchair, Song Chuyi noticed his legs felt stronger than they did yesterday, but he still struggled with long walks.

He maneuvered the wheelchair out of the bedroom and arrived at the staircase.

Seeing the steep staircase, a strange thought crossed his mind.

There was no elevator here.

The host body was so weak that he needed a wheelchair, but there was no elevator?

That's odd.

He rubbed his chin and looked down.

Sitting on the sofa, Dan Yue had his legs spread apart and his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his honey-colored skin.

Bored, he played with a gun in his hand and, finding it dull, started shooting at a target outside.

Bang! The target quivered at the center, clearly hit.

"Ahem, ahem," Song Chuyi coughed and, with both hands on the wheelchair, gave a somewhat commanding and spoiled order, "Bodyguard, come and carry me down the stairs."

Hearing Song Chuyi's command, Dan Yue almost laughed.

In all his life, not many people dared to order him around.

Song Chuyi was getting bolder every day.

"Get down yourself," Dan Yue said bluntly.

Song Chuyi puffed up his cheeks, "You're my bodyguard, and you're unwilling to carry me down the stairs? Watch out, or I'll dock your pay."

Dan Yue burst out laughing and looked up at the young man sitting in the wheelchair, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"Are you serious?"

Song Chuyi's young face showed a bit of confusion, "What?"

Seeing that Song Chuyi's confusion didn't seem fake, Dan Yue laughed again.

"Interesting."

Though he wasn't interested in the young man the second personality had chosen, he knew that this youth was timid and weak, and absolutely wouldn't dare to speak to him like that.

And it seemed like he really thought of himself as the spoiled brat, treating him as just a bodyguard.

Was it some kind of trick, or...?

As if thinking of a possibility, Dan Yue's eyes flickered, and he actually got up and walked towards Song Chuyi.

He walked over and bent down to pick Song Chuyi up in a bridal-style carry.

Song Chuyi wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled and said,

"This is more like it, my good bodyguard."

Dan Yue held him steadily, his tense muscles making her feel safe.

"My bodyguard?"

He murmured the words, finding them oddly fitting.

He set her down on the sofa and stood up.

Light bathed him, casting a shadow over her, almost swallowing her up.

"So, what does my little spoiled brat have in mind to reward his bodyguard?"