Strongest Guard

In the mountains far away from Yanbei, there was a mountain that wasn't very high, but it was very steep and had beautiful scenery.    

    

Because the mountain looks very similar to Western Yue Hua Mountain, this mountain is called Little Hua Mountain.    

    

Because of the steep terrain, it was not suitable for growing fruit trees. However, the mountain was covered with wild tea trees, and those who liked to pluck the tea would come to pick it, go back and stir-fry it, and enjoy the taste of their own cooking. This was also the only meaning for its existence.    

    

However, a few years ago, this mountain was developed. A two-lane cement road meandered several kilometers from the main road to the top of the mountain.    

    

It was said that there were ancient buildings like pavilions and pavilions on the mountain. Sometimes, there were luxurious cars driving onto the road, but no one knew who developed them or if they were used for resorts or other activities.    

    

It looked empty on the small road. When the tourist car drove away, it would be stopped by someone who came out of nowhere. The visitor car would return from somewhere with an expressionless face.    

    

If the three warnings didn't work, there would be plenty of methods to turn disobedient people into obedient babies.    

    

It was said that a local director, a young master who thought himself to be awesome, had gone on a rampage after leading three or five of his lackeys in an attempt to go there and was met with obstruction. He shouted that you knew who I was, and ordered his lackeys to smash those idiots to death with a stick — in the end, everyone's left leg was broken.    

    

When the police chief saw his father rushing over in a hurry, he cried out, "Dad, you have to avenge your father, then his mouth will twitch. The police chief's father picked up a stick and broke his right leg, then respectfully asked the person who broke his son's leg, are you satisfied? If not, I'll break his left hand again."    

    

Those people nodded with cold faces, raised their hands and made a gesture of "get the hell out", as if they were blowing away flies.    

    

The Director's father acted as if he had been granted amnesty and thanked him repeatedly before ordering his men to carry the broken legs to the car. He didn't even dare to look back as he ran off.    

    

Ever since then, no one dared to set foot on Little Flower Mountain anymore. Some of the old customers who loved to cook tea could only sigh.    

    

Today, however, there were a few large black Audi SUVs that were whining as they ran up the small concrete road.    

    

As soon as the vanguard car turned into a bamboo forest, as usual, a few men in black suits appeared out of nowhere and stood in the middle of the road like gods blocking the road. They raised their hands to signal for the car to stop.    

    

"Young mistress."    

    

A burly man in the front passenger seat turned around and whispered to Loong Chengcheng, who was resting with her eyes closed, "There's someone blocking the way ahead."    

    

"Charge over."    

    

Loong Chengcheng didn't even raise her eyelids as three words floated out from her sexy lips.    

    

The burly man also didn't ask any further questions and waved his hand at the driver, signalling him not to stop. He signaled the driver to block the car, but the driver had to block the car.    

    

"Damn, stop the car, stop the car!"    

    

The men in black suits who were blocking the way turned pale with fright as they saw the lead car charging towards them without slowing down in the slightest. They hurriedly jumped to the side of the road.    

    

The car sped past, brushing against the back of one of the men's head. It was dangerous, but if he dodged a little slower, he would probably take the back of his head away.    

    

After the car in front successfully passed the trial, the other two also followed without hesitation.    

    

"F * ck! Who dares to be so arrogant?!"    

    

He bent down to pick up a rock and was about to smash it against the rear window of the last car, but his arm was caught. He turned around and saw it was Lao LIU, who had the best relationship with him, and angrily asked, "Brother Liu, what are you stopping me for?"    

    

"I didn't want you to die muddleheaded like this."    

    

Liu-ge's face was gloomy as he looked at his companions: "You guys are all blind, can't you see who's in the car in front of us?"    

    

The others saw that something was wrong and immediately shook their heads, indicating that they didn't notice. They were busy hiding from the car just now.    

    

"Sitting in the back row of the car in front is the original owner of the young master, the young mistress of Yue Clan, and the young miss of Ming Zhu Loong Family."    

    

Lao LIU smiled sinisterly: "Brothers, who would want to smash Young Mistress' car? Just go. Sorry, I, Lao LIU, am not going to accompany you."    

    

The others immediately shuddered, especially the one with the stone in his hand, whose face turned ashen.    

    

It doesn't matter if you offended the young master, who doesn't know that Yue Qingke has a good temper?    

    

As long as his nature was not bad, it was not a big deal. After all, he was a Patriarch of Yue Family, no matter how the outside world criticized him that he was not worthy to be the Patriarch, it was still acceptable.    

    

But only the Yue clan's Young Mistress, the original wife of the young master, was not to be offended. She would rather be bitten by a dog for three days than to offend him.    

    

If he was bitten to death by a vicious dog, he would at most die. However, if he were to offend the young mistress, his entire family could possibly disappear from the face of the earth.    

    

The man who was about to smash the car with a stone, how could he not be afraid?    

    

Someone beside him asked, "Brother Liu, Brother Liu, do you think we should say something to the young master?"    

    

"Ai, there's no use in talking about it."    

    

Brother Liu said with a wry smile, "Little Flower Mountain is a place where the young masters hide their charms. Young Mistress has already found it. Is there any difference between saying it and not saying it?"    

    

Loong Chengcheng, who was leading the way, opened her eyes when they arrived at the entrance of the Manor.    

    

Someone's name flashed on the screen of the cell phone on the seat beside her.    

    

"Stop the car."    

    

Loong Chengcheng said lightly.    

    

At the moment, the car was moving forward at a thirty-degree angle. It was very dangerous to stop suddenly, but the driver didn't hesitate at all. He immediately stepped on the brake, and with a 'swoosh', he pulled up the handbrake.    

    

The two cars behind also stopped.    

    

No one asked why they suddenly stopped the car, and no one dared to ask either. As long as Young Mistress stopped the car, everyone would want to be alive and well. Then, they could just listen obediently.    

    

When the driver saw her pick up the phone through the mirror, he gave his friend a look and got off.    

    

The less you hear and the less you know, the more trouble there will be. This truth is unbreakable.    

    

Loong Chengcheng picked up the phone. With a businesslike tone, she said without any emotion, "Why are you calling me?"    

    

"Nothing else, just that I haven't seen you for a few days. I missed you a bit, so I called to ask."    

    

Lee Nanfang tried his best to maintain the dignity of a man when he said those words, as if he was calling due to the slight pain in his free time. However, deaf children could hear the concern in his tone.    

    

Loong Chengcheng laughed coldly without a sound: "You miss me? You want my baby, don't you? "    

    

"Thinking of him means thinking of you. The two of you are one, do you even need to be separated? "    

    

"If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing to say, then die." I'm busy right now, so I don't have time to chat with you. "    

    

Just as Loong Chengcheng said this, a pouting sound entered her ears.    

    

Lee Nanfang hung up.    

    

"What do you mean?"    

    

Annoyed, Loong Chengcheng immediately called him back.    

    

Lee Nanfang asked in confusion, "Didn't you just say that you have something to say and will die if you have nothing to do?"    

    

Loong Chengcheng was so angered that she started laughing. "Ha! Could it be that you're calling me just to play with me?"    

    

Lee Nanfang interrupted her: "I'm not playing with you, I just want to hear your voice and make sure that you're safe."    

    

Loong Chengcheng froze for a moment. The corner of her mouth curled up as she softly said, "I'm fine."    

    

"Then, I am relieved. Goodbye. I am actually very busy."    

    

With a beep, the kid hung up again.    

    

This time, Loong Chengcheng was not angry. Instead, she looked at the screen with slightly narrowed eyes, which had a different color.    

    

Since she was young, no one, not even her doting father, had called her in a few days just to hear her voice and know that she was fine.    

    

As for marrying into the Yue Clan, who would treat her like this?    

    

She was also used to it — not habit, but the way she thought people should be when they interacted with each other.    

    

However, the call from Lee Nanfang made her realize that the life she had previously thought herself to be very satisfied and envied by ordinary people was actually dry and without the slightest trace of human emotion. It was like a landscape painting, no matter how pleasing it was to the eyes, it was fake.    

    

The sudden call from Lee Nanfang allowed Loong Chengcheng to experience the real feeling.    

    

This was probably one of the types of happiness?    

    

Or was it the feeling of being in love?    

    

Was it only because I was pregnant with his child that he unconsciously always thought about me?    

    

Loong Chengcheng lowered her head to look at her stomach, which was still as flat as before. Her left hand slowly stroked it as she closed her eyes to sense something.    

    

She seemed to see a small baby, floating in the bathtub, giggling. Those big, black eyes were really like two black grapes, but they were annoying just like Lee Nanfang.    

    

Loong Chengcheng opened her eyes as a bird flew over the car and knocked on the window.    

    

The burly man who was standing outside smoking with his ears perked up gave the driver a hand signal, then opened the door and got in.    

    

The car window rolled into the front door of the house. After a few slow turns, the view suddenly became clear.    

    

As the car window rolled down, Loong Chengcheng's cold eyes turned to look at the lawn in front of her.    

    

Half of the top of Little Hua Mountain had been flattened, appearing to be about seven to eight mu of land.    

    

In front of them were green lawns, fake mountains, and a small bridge with flowing water. A group of white pigeons were on the railing of the small bridge, facing the sunlight as they turned their heads to comb their feathers. They didn't care about the two toddlers as they ran up giggling.    

    

"Da Bao, Xiao Bao, be careful. Don't fall."    

    

A long-haired woman wearing a flowery dress and a pink coat ran over from the other side of the bridge with a happy smile on her face.    

    

Not far behind her was a light blue Sunshade.    

    

Under the umbrella, there was a round table and several white rattan chairs. A man dressed casually sat on a chair with a book in his hands. He was engrossed in reading.    

    

"We already said that we have to be careful. Did you fall?"    

    

Seeing Dabao fall on the bridge, the young woman was just about to pick him up when she froze.    

    

She saw a woman.    

    

The woman wore a silver-grey Prada suit, high-heeled shoes, and a pair of sunglasses. Her black hair was tied behind her head and she stood there motionlessly. Without saying a word, the young woman felt an overwhelming pressure.    

    

Aura.    

    

This was the so-called aura. It was invisible and untouchable, yet one could feel it deeply.    

    

When the aura that caused the young woman to be unable to breath came over, she only saw the woman, but did not notice the seven or eight burly men behind her.    

    

The woman wore large sunglasses, so the young woman couldn't see her eyes, but she could clearly feel that she was staring at her coldly. It was difficult for her to move away.    

    

"Shui'er, what's wrong?"    

    

The man who was reading under the Sunshade seemed to have also felt the change in his aura, and raised his head to look.