Urban Ace Bodyguard

"Heh, CEO, don't glare at me, just kidding. Actually, I have another identity."

This time, Lin Hai said it very seriously.

"Spill it already, what identity?"

Ouyang Xiaoya felt that Lin Hai was deliberately teasing her, just to get back at her for being jealous earlier.

"I am also the owner of a WeChat group, called Positive Energy Group. People share videos, products, and give out perks every day, you know what I mean."

"..."

"I want to say two words to you, get lost. Is that okay?"

The CEO's pretty face looked cold as frost as she gritted her teeth.

"Er, never mind. Now that it's come to this, I might as well be upfront with you."

"Don't tell me you're the Martial God."

The CEO let out an annoyed huff.

"In fact, I've always maintained a low-profile hidden identity."

"Revealing this hidden identity would absolutely shock many people."

Interrupting, Ouyang Xiaoya said: "Don't tell me you're also the owner of a Momo group. I'm tired of it, change the subject."

After saying that, she walked to her desk, ready to continue burying her head in paperwork.

"My true identity is actually—King Yan, also known in your words as the Martial God."

After saying this, Lin Hai struck an exceedingly flirtatious pose, head bowed, cigarette in mouth, like a sculpture of a thinker.

He decided to give it a try; perhaps telling the CEO about his true identity wasn't such a bad thing.

It might even improve their relationship.

It was a daring decision, and Lin Hai couldn't be sure of the consequences.

But secrets are always exposed one day, and rather than being discovered by Xiaoya, it's better to come clean—after all, women don't like being deceived.

What if, after being touched and excited, the CEO initiates marriage and hopping into bed with him?

He was already waiting for Xiaoya's shocked facial expression and incredulous gaze.

Speaking of which, showing off in front of one's woman has its own sense of achievement.

The CEO's high heels had just touched the floor when she heard him, nearly stumbling and crashing into the desk.

She rolled her eyes fiercely and glared at Lin Hai once again.

"You're King Yan? What kind of joke is that, really—you?"

"Tsks, Beast Lin, when will you get over your jealousy?"

"Nani?"

Lin Hai was stunned. Damn it, this wasn't how the plot was supposed to develop.

Wasn't the CEO supposed to be shocked, disbelieving, and then ask about his past?

Then, he would tell her, in a voice full of weary glory and the hoarseness of Martial God, about his blood-soaked saga in the International Dark World, and about the influence of his pseudonym King Yan internationally.

And then, to bask in the adoring gaze from the Iceberg CEO, finally to be willingly embraced, kissed, caressed, and then to end up with some office passion?

If life experiences and fate also had an author secretly scripting them, Lin Hai might want to unleash a fierce Eight Stele Hand on this author right now!

"Nani the hell, Lin Hai, I, Ouyang Xiaoya, am not a petty person, nor do I want you to be small-minded. Martial God is our lifesaver; you can be jealous, but don't impersonate him, okay?"

Ouyang Xiaoya's brows furrowed tightly; she really didn't like being deceived.

Maybe Lin Hai was just joking, but his tone was too serious, which made her uncomfortable.

Lin Hai blinked innocently, feeling thoroughly cheated.

In the past, when he was adamantly denying his identity and keeping a low profile, the CEO was quite suspicious.

Now that he was actively admitting it, wanting to boast a little, why did no one believe him?

"I really am King Yan," Lin Hai said, drooping his head in dejection.

"You don't want to cut ties with me immediately, do you?"

The Iceberg CEO spoke word by word.

"But…"

"Don't say anymore, I'll just assume you're joking."

Lin Hai took a deep breath: "CEO, I am really the Martial God."

"If you don't believe it, I can split your desk in half with a single palm right now!"

After saying that, Lin Hai took in a deep breath as Gang Qi surged within him, making his clothes rustle with a whooshing sound.

"Beast Lin, if you shiver and make your clothes rustle on purpose again, do you believe I will kill you on the spot?" Ouyang Xiaoya said irritably, massaging her forehead.

"Ah?"

The Gang Qi abruptly stopped.

Lin Hai felt even more wronged than Dou'e.

"Then, I'll just chop the desk."

"You try it? This desk is crafted by hand, worth 300,000. If you dare touch it, I'll chop off your hand."

"Cough cough." Lin Hai almost couldn't catch his breath.

"I just want to prove myself."

"Then you jump down from here. I remember the Martial God is very powerful, such a low floor is nothing." Ouyang Xiaoya said nonchalantly, pointing to the window.

"Damn, this is the 22nd floor!"

Lin Hai was speechless. Although he could jump down without harm, he estimated that tomorrow's headlines would read "Huaxia's own Batman appears," such a flamboyant demonstration was too risky.

"CEO, I really am..."

Lin Hai wanted to speak and explain a bit more, when he realized the CEO was giving him a frigid glare.

It seemed that if he said one more word about being King Yan, she would immediately cut off all ties with him without hesitation.

After thinking it over, Lin Hai felt extremely wronged in his heart.

He could only shut up, swallowing back the words he wanted to say.

"Sigh, CEO, can I express some of my thoughts?"

"You can, as long as you don't spout nonsense."

"Uh, I better keep silent then."

Ouyang Xiaoya massaged her temples, feeling a lot of pressure. The company was at a life-or-death juncture, and Lin Hai would sometimes act collected but then screw up moments later.

She wondered how she should deal with the upcoming storm.

"Sigh, I took the initiative to confess, but no one believes me."

Lin Hai shook his head, feeling a sense of desolation as if he were the only sober person in a room full of drunkards.

"Sigh, I should just leave. CEO, I'm not King Yan, I was joking."

Lin Hai sniffled pitifully, a sour taste filling his heart.

He was King Yan, but he couldn't even acknowledge it. How suffocating.

The CEO did not respond.

Lin Hai sighed again and, shaking his head, walked dejectedly towards the office door.

"Lin Hai...I, I feel dizzy."

"CEO, drink more water. I am not Martial God, I can't heal people."

Lin Hai turned the doorknob.

"Lin Hai, I, I really feel terrible..."

Ouyang Xiaoya's voice was incredibly weak, as if she was struggling with something.

Lin Hai turned his head, wondering if the CEO was just pretending to tease him and cheer him up.

When he turned around, he was stunned.

Right now, Xiaoya was sitting blankly at her desk, her gaze empty and puzzled, like a soulless puppet. These symptoms matched perfectly with someone who had taken the Divine Desire Potion.

"No way? I clearly got rid of the Divine Desire Potion just now, the CEO shouldn't have been affected!"

"No, what if I missed a trace?"

"Sh*t, what should I do now?"

If the CEO became an obedient puppet... the thought alone was horrifying.

Yet her symptoms were clearly those of someone who had been affected.