My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

The classical buildings of the Edo era were arranged in an orderly manner. Yang Chen followed the shadow and passed through two narrow alleys. In front of them was a garden surrounded by walls.    

    

Because it was winter, most of the vegetation had withered, and the red-yellow leaves had withered on the weathered tiles and stone slabs. Some branches stuck out from the mottled walls.    

    

A few ancient, fluffy, round-headed Roshanson trees sat in the courtyard all year round, carefully trimmed to look like the only green in the winter.    

    

There were no other tourists on the bluestone path in front of the courtyard, but he did not know if this was a scenic area or if it was just a coincidence that there was no one here.    

    

What made Yang Chen's heart surge was that he didn't lose it this time!    

    

He saw the figure of the blue dress push open a wooden door in the courtyard and quietly walk in.    

    

Yang Chen followed closely to the door. It was unknown how many years since the iron bars on the wooden door had rusted. However, the thick texture and the dark wood made people feel the solemnity of an aristocratic house.    

    

When Yang Chen realized that the person he wanted to meet might be inside, very close to him, he suddenly hesitated.    

    

Yang Chen stopped at the door and clenched his hands into fists. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.    

    

He saw an artificial mountain in the courtyard and the sound of flowing water. The flowing water should not be frozen by the four seasons and trickle into a small pond. The pond was surrounded by lush but long pruned plants, nestling against the walls of the ancient houses.    

    

Beautiful but graceful design, you can feel the prestige of the ancient Mu Clan in the quiet and quiet.    

    

However, all of this didn't seem attractive to Yang Chen because from the moment he entered the door, his gaze had already locked onto the path in front of the mansion.    

    

Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and a pair of bare feet could be seen. She was as graceful as a plum tree, and her black hair fluttered across her face. She looked as cold and tranquil as usual.    

    

In her eyes, there was still not a single ripple.    

    

The long-lost face, the long-lost figure and the long-awaited aura, made Yang Chen stand dumbly on the spot with a blank mind.    

    

Following that, too many complicated images flooded Yang Chen's mind like the endless waves of the ocean, causing him to sink into the past …    

    

"..."    

    

In this world of ice and snow, pine and cypress were buried in snow all year round. The sky was overcast with goose feathers flying in the snow.    

    

A young man in tight clothing held onto an arm that was continuously gushing out blood. He leaned against a towering tree and the snow in front of his feet had already been dyed red with blood.    

    

The young man's lips turned white and his face turned ashen. Only a sinister and sharp aura remained in his eyes. However, he had lost too much blood and was extremely cold. Add to that the three days of constant fighting, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.    

    

In the endless snowy forest, one could occasionally hear the Snow Wolf's howls.    

    

At this moment, a dozen soldiers wearing white cloaks and carrying heavy firearms drove two armored vehicles over the hill and parked them on a small hill not far away.    

    

The youth recognized him. This was one of the enemies that had surrounded them, the Snow Fox Special Forces that had been secretly trained in Northern Europe. They had been fighting in the snow-covered mountains all year round, and they were more adept at fighting in the snow-covered regions than anyone else.    

    

"Snow Fox" orderly jumped down from the armoured vehicle, loaded the gun, and began a carpet search in the forest using the fast but extremely complicated running method.    

    

The youth breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and the scarlet red in his eyes appeared once again.    

    

This was the fifteenth wave of enemies he had met. The fourteen enemies from before had all been killed by him, but he had finally sustained quite a bit of injuries.    

    

His opponent's bullet had gone through special treatment, making it difficult for his wound to quickly heal. Even scabs would have an extremely difficult time healing, and blood would constantly flow out. This also meant that his physical strength would continue to drain away and his life force would gradually be depleted …    

    

However, he did not want to die!    

    

From the youth's sleeve, a cold, long blade slipped into his palm. In his hands, there was only this weapon!    

    

Right at this moment, a Snow Fox soldier closest to him suddenly groaned!    

    

The soldier's neck was cut open by the sharp weapon. Blood spurted out and he collapsed onto the snow!    

    

From behind him, a slim and graceful girl appeared. The girl's body was wrapped in tight camouflage clothing. Only her long black hair was eye-catching in the snow!    

    

Before the Snow Fox army could attack the girl, she had already borrowed many trees around her and was circling around her like lightning.    

    

From time to time, he would appear with the dagger in his hand, bringing a trace of blood along the throat of a soldier. It was as enchanting as a dance of death, but fatal!    

    

When all of the snow foxes in Squad One had been wiped out by the young girl, the young girl walked up to the youth and, without saying a word or caring about the young man's intentions, pulled the youth's hands over, bent down, and carried him on her back.    

    

"Didn't you leave? Why did you return …" The youth's arm was still dripping with blood, slowly soaking the young girl's chest.    

    

The girl ran quickly but did not catch her breath. She replied in a cold and emotionless voice, "I'll come back and save you."    

    

"This time, I will be in charge of the rear end. This is the mission. You don't have to save me."    

    

"You saved me in the rain forest, so I'll return it to you," the girl said.    

    

The corner of the youth's mouth slightly rose, "If you want me to use it to vent, I'll let you live. That's a deal."    

    

"That's right, that was a fair deal, but I still owe you one more thing …"    

    

"What?"    

    

"It's you who told me. I can still trust others. At the very least, I can trust you …"    

    

The girl's voice was very weak and as cold as ever. In the snowy plains, it seemed like a fine thread drifting in the wind.    

    

"..."    

    

Midsummer night.    

    

The traffic jams and the clamor of the traffic lights made every pedestrian seem impetuous.    

    

On the rooftop of a five story building, a young man was holding a inferior piece of tobacco in the corner of his mouth as he looked at the smoky street with a misty look in his eyes. There were people fighting there, the Town Security was chasing the hawkers, and people who crashed into cars were arguing.    

    

The youth had just learned how to smoke for a short period of time, but he quickly fell in love with this feeling. Hot air poured into his lungs, allowing him to wake up for a short period of time and feel his existence.    

    

Suddenly, a ghostly figure landed on the rooftop and slowly walked towards the youth.    

    

The young man turned around and looked at the girl in the blue dress, whose hair was flying in the air. She looked more mature now, like a lifeless puppet.    

    

"Have you seen your mother?" The youth asked with a smile.    

    

"I have," the young girl replied faintly.    

    

"Ah, after so much searching, you finally found it." The youth asked with some curiosity, "Did I tell you his real name? Don't tell me your real name is also seventeen? "    

    

Seventeen's watery eyes did not have any emotions. Looking at the dark sky in the distant room, he said, "I have no name. Moreover, I killed her."    

    

"Who?"    

    

"The woman who gave birth to me." Seventeen said.    

    

The teenager coughed violently a few times. Gayne choked on his words and asked in bewilderment, "How did you manage to find your mother and kill her?"    

    

XVII replied quietly, "She was a prostitute. She was in business when I found her. I asked her who my father was and she said she didn't remember having so many guests every day. Because some people liked to play with pregnant women for a high price, she said, they left me behind. However, she didn't have enough money to spend, so she didn't ask for me. She just left me by the side of the road, so she didn't give me a name.    

    

She asked if I had any money, and I said no, and she said she wanted to go into that business with her, and she was old, and she wanted me to make money to support her … "    

    

The youth dusted his cigarette and remained silent for a moment. "Don't you think you're in a hurry?"    

    

"If she lives like this, it's more appropriate for her to die. At the very least, she doesn't have to worry about money, nor worry about aging. She should be happier than alive … You know, I kill people and there's no pain. " After saying that, 17 turned around and snatched away the half-burnt cigarette in the youth's hand. His eyes flashed with a cold light. "I'm telling you, Thirteen, don't smoke this in front of me. I hate seeing you like this!"    

    

With that, the young girl turned around and left. In the instant she turned around, a trace of sparkling and translucent light floated down.    

    

Watching his ghost-like figure disappear into the night sky, Thirteen tilted his head and laughed. He then took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.    

    

"Silly girl, it's better to hate than not having any feelings …"