My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Qiangwei had already closed her eyes, no longer paying attention to everything that was happening. Although she was facing her closest man, she was still relatively conservative in this aspect. Even her seductive side was only meant to make men more fond of her.    

    

At that moment, Qiangwei's abdomen and chest were covered by a white cloth. The smell of Chinese medicine could be smelled coming from that area, mixed with Qiangwei's enchanting body scent.    

    

Yang Chen squinted his eyes, took a pair of exquisite scissors from the drawer of the bedside table, pointed it at the bandage and cut it off. The piece of cloth wasn't too tight. After it was cut, it gradually fell onto the bed, revealing Qiangwei's skin.    

    

"Hubby what are you doing?" Qiangwei felt that something was amiss, so she asked curiously when she saw this scene.    

    

Yang Chen didn't answer and just cut off the bandages on the cloth strip. Then, he carefully removed the strip, revealing Qiangwei's gunshot wound.    

    

Although it was painful, Qiangwei didn't care too much. She just didn't want Yang Chen to see her mangled wound. She looked at Yang Chen mournfully, worried that Yang Chen wouldn't like her, after all, no one would want a hole in their woman.    

    

In fact, the injury was not a serious problem for Qiangwei. However, if the bullet wound left a scar on her abdomen, it would be hard for her to accept it as a young woman who was born with a wonderful body and loved beauty.    

    

Yang Chen looked at the redness in front of him and looked at Qiangwei tenderly. He comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm not a pretty boy who can't bear to see blood. Gunshot wounds are like military medals in my eyes. I'll only like them, not hate them."    

    

"But I don't like it." Qiangwei whispered, turning her head away.    

    

Yang Chen smiled, suddenly raised the scissors in his hand and cut down towards the tip of his other hand!    

    

Without any hesitation, he cut the skin layer on his index finger. Then, Yin Hong's blood flowed out from Yang Chen's finger and dripped onto Qiangwei's wound …    

    

Qiangwei felt a cold liquid on her wound. She turned her head around in confusion, her beautiful eyes filled with shock!    

    

"Hubby you …"    

    

"Don't talk! Don't move! No matter what you see or feel, you are not allowed to move! " Yang Chen sternly stopped Qiangwei.    

    

Seeing Yang Chen's serious expression, Qiangwei did not dare to say anything more. She just watched as Yang Chen's blood continuously flowed out and dripped onto her wound.    

    

Very quickly, Qiangwei felt a faint tingling sensation coming from her wound. It was an indescribable special feeling, as if some kind of force was pulling at her body, but she was completely out of her control. The pain around her wound gradually disappeared, and was replaced with a strange numbing warmth.    

    

But what happened next was hard for Qiangwei to imagine …    

    

Yang Chen had just cut open the wound on his fingertip for a few seconds, yet it was actually healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye!    

    

Yang Chen frowned. He picked up the scissors again and cut open the scar he just made, causing blood to drip down again. The finger did not seem to belong to him at all, showing no mercy at all.    

    

Just like this, Yang Chen's fingers were constantly healing and being cut off by himself in order to allow the blood to continue dripping.    

    

To constantly injure a person's wound, what kind of pain was that!?    

    

Qiangwei finally understood what Yang Chen meant by 'feeling'. This was indeed very hard to endure, not because her body felt itchy, but when she saw Yang Chen continuously use his cold scissors to cut open his fingertips and let his blood flow, Qiangwei felt as if the scissors were stabbing her own heart!    

    

However, when Qiangwei saw Yang Chen fully focused on dripping his own blood on her wound, she did not dare to move an inch. She only felt tears that she had just stopped gushing into her eyes once again.    

    

The tears that had not flowed for more than 20 years seemed to have been restored in this morning.    

    

He was constantly maiming himself, using his own blood to "heal" himself?    

    

After about seven to eight minutes, it was unknown how many times Yang Chen's finger healed itself. Yang Chen saw that there was enough blood on Qiangwei's wound, so he put down the scissors and wiped his finger with a tissue. There was no wound at all on his finger.    

    

Qiangwei laid on the bed and stared blankly at Yang Chen. No one knew when her beautiful oval face had regained some color, and her jade-like face appeared extremely gentle.    

    

"Alright, let's rest for another ten minutes. Everything should be fine." Yang Chen smiled and said.    

    

Qiangwei seemed to have finally come back to her senses. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why is it like this? I was obviously heavily injured just now, but now I feel like my wounds have already healed …"    

    

"Don't think too much about it. Just consider it as my blood being the most advanced healing medicine."    

    

"But …"    

    

"No buts." Yang Chen was unusually calm, and his gaze was a little unfocused, "I don't want to be seen as a monster by others, so don't ask me these questions, okay?"    

    

Seeing the sorrow on Yang Chen's face, Qiangwei immediately stopped questioning. She had never seen Yang Chen show such deep sorrow. What kind of secret was this man hiding? What kind of past was torturing him?    

    

What was the dark world behind his immense glory?    

    

"You're not a monster …" Qiangwei said with a resolute expression.    

    

"If I'm injured, I can immediately recover. Even if I fell from more than ten floors, I would still be unharmed. If I were not a monster like this, even I wouldn't believe it …"    

    

"If I say you're not, then you're not!" Qiangwei stretched out a warm hand and pressed on Yang Chen's hand, a bit coquettishly but stubbornly said.    

    

Yang Chen smiled bitterly, "But some people don't think so."    

    

"Then I'll become a monster with you."    

    

"Fool …"    

    

The warm and sweet tranquil time always seemed to come very quickly. Yang Chen and Qiangwei kissed each other in the bedroom for a short while, and then there was a knock on the door.    

    

Other than Qiangwei's most trusted aides, no one dared to knock on the door.    

    

"Come in." Qiangwei said lazily.    

    

The one who carefully opened the door was Little Zhao. This round faced young man entered with a deep look and frowned, but when he came in, he saw Qiangwei already sitting up in bed, wearing a clean white pajamas. She didn't look sick at all and was smiling at him.    

    

"Eldest young mistress, you, why are you …" Little Zhao was stuttering.    

    

"What, you're not happy that I recovered so quickly?"    

    

"No, no, no …" Little Zhao immediately waved his hand. He couldn't understand why Qiangwei, who was unconscious, acted as if nothing had happened. Little Zhao looked at Yang Chen, who was yawning at the side, and wondered if this mysterious man had brought a miracle … However, Yang Chen was not a doctor, nor was it a Dora's Dream. How could he let Qiangwei immediately recover?    

    

But no matter what, Qiangwei's miraculous recovery made Little Zhao smile widely, and he had a backbone all of a sudden.    

    

"Big Sis, it's fortunate that you woke up. Otherwise, we really wouldn't know what to do next. Someone is coming to see you in our bar." Little Zhao said.    

    

"Who?"    

    

"It's your father, West Union Society's President Situ. He even brought many West Union Society's heads with him, saying that he's here to visit big sister's injuries." Little Zhao explained in detail.    

    

An almost imperceptible glint flashed through Qiangwei's eyes as she looked at Yang Chen beside her. Wu Tie gave a nonchalant look. Qiangwei nodded and said, "Little Zhao, you go out first. Treat us well so that we don't have to be careless and don't get into an argument first. When I take a bath, I'll go out. "    

    

"Alright elder sister …" Little Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still asked with concern, "But Sis, are you really okay?"    

    

"You'll know soon enough."    

    

After Little Zhao left, Qiangwei shyly looked at Yang Chen, "Hubby, you go out first, I want to take a bath."    

    

"I'll keep watch for you." Yang Chen was serious.    

    

Qiangwei rolled her eyes. Apparently, she was immune to Yang Chen's roguish look.    

    

Yang Chen had no choice but to walk out of the bedroom towards the bar's lobby.    

    

As soon as he entered the hall, he felt the atmosphere in the entire bar was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. At this time, there were already a lot of people sitting in the bar with their heads crowded, there were at least 20-30 people sitting on each side. Furthermore, everyone had a dark expression and was laughing sinisterly.    

    

At the side of the bar were Little Zhao and a few other important young people from Red Thorn Society. Red Thorn Society was established not long ago after all, and although the development was fast, the majority of it were composed of young people. That was why they appeared to be brave and fierce in many battles against West Union Society; however, their experience was lacking.    

    

On the other side, the people from West Union Society were brought over by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze.    

    

Situ Mingze's facial features were not similar to Qiangwei's, but they were still similar to Qiangwei's. Situ Mingze's facial features were different from Qiangwei's, but they were similar to Qiangwei's facial features. His temperament did not resemble that of a mafia lord at all.    

    

At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a black leather sofa with his legs crossed and a teapot in his hands. He was sucking on his tea without taking a sip.    

    

Beside Situ Mingze sat several big figures with different attires. To Yang Chen's surprise, Zhang Hu, who he was familiar with, also sat next to Situ Mingze. When he saw Liu Tie walk out, he didn't react, as if he didn't know him at all.    

    

The two groups of younger brothers were at loggerheads, but a few elders of West Union Society were in a leisurely mood, talking about something secretly, and didn't take it seriously at all. It could be seen that the inner leaders of these West Union Society who had seen a storm were far from being able to compare to Red Thorn Society, these "little friends".    

    

Yang Chen had only seen Situ Mingze in photographs before, and this was the first time he had ever seen him in person. This well-maintained man was, in fact, his father-in-law. It was a pity that Qiangwei had fallen out with him, so he decided to save his "son-in-law" a lot of trouble.    

    

"Little Zhao, why are you sitting there staring? Come over here and get me a Bloody Mary." Yang Chen made a gesture towards Little Zhao who looked like a small leopard. He didn't want to compete with the ridiculous imposing manner of these people. It was better for him to drink some wine and wait for Qiangwei to come out.    

    

Although Little Zhao felt a little awkward in this situation, he didn't dare not ignore Yang Chen's summons. He immediately got down from his seat and went to mix wine for Yang Chen with a smile.    

    

This scene caused everyone in the tense bar to look at Yang Chen strangely.    

    

Amongst the elders of West Union Society that were sitting, one of them who seemed to be the youngest raised his eyebrows, took off his pipe and pointed it at Yang Chen, sneering: "You brat, you're that slut's pretty boy?"