Stunning CEO's Super Expert Bodyguard

As for why Ye Wudao knew Fang Yi was ill, he had discerned it from Fang Yi's coughing and her pallor. Since childhood, Ye Wudao had followed an old man learning the ways of Tao in the deep mountains and forests, studying all sorts of miscellaneous things, which naturally included the skill to heal diseases.

It's just that this guy chose an inappropriate time to speak inappropriate words, which easily led others to think he was spouting nonsense and cursing people.

Who would have an easy time believing him when he had just been mocking her expensive clothes? Barely a moment had passed and he was declaring that a delicate and beautiful woman was sick; anyone would want to slap him for that.

After Ye Wudao left, Fang Yi's complexion grew worse. She left the shop early, drove to a traffic light, and suddenly started coughing again, seemingly even more severely than before.

Fang Yi leaned heavily on the steering wheel, her expression one of intense agony, while cold sweat poured from her forehead. It wasn't until the car behind honked a row of times that she mustered the strength to sit up, pull over to the curbside flowerbed, and rummaged through her purse in the passenger seat for her phone, dialing a number.

"Dr. Chen, my cough has gotten worse recently, and it's even accompanied by blood. Am I about to die?" Fang Yi asked with a pale face.

"Miss Fang, I've already told you before, your medical condition is a conundrum for the global medical community; even with current medical techniques, it remains unsolvable. To this day, we haven't found any effective treatment methods. Previously, I suggested you find a serene and picturesque place to recuperate. Frankly speaking, it's a miracle you've lived this long. I recommend you come back for a detailed examination," the person on the other end of the phone, apparently a doctor, said.

Fang Yi responded with a bitter smile, "Dr. Chen, I have already been to your clinic for countless examinations. Do you really think another checkup is going to help?"

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent. After a while, Fang Yi heard a sigh through the phone, "Miss Fang, I'm truly powerless over your condition. How about this, next Wednesday, Dr. Ference from the Royal Medical Academy of England will be attending a medical forum in Hua Country. He is an authoritative doctor in this field. I'll try to contact him for you, see if you can meet him. Perhaps there might be a turning point."

"Dr. Chen, do you think it will help?"

Fang Yi's question was rhetorical. She had already tried every available method, and even the doctor himself said this illness was beyond current global medical capabilities.

"Miss Fang, don't be too disheartened. As you know, the world's medical techniques and methods are undergoing earth-shattering changes at any given moment. What couldn't be solved yesterday doesn't mean it can't be solved today. No matter what, you've held on for so long, a meeting wouldn't hurt," he said more comfortingly, full of reluctant consolation. Even he likely didn't believe in the possibility, but he couldn't express such negative thoughts openly, as a doctor—he could only offer a glimmer of hope to his patient.

Fang Yi hung up the phone, feeling somewhat lost. She was all too aware of the slim chances but who on this earth wishes for death? As long as there was the slightest hope, she didn't want to give up.

Moreover, she was a supermodel, who should be walking the runway right now, basking in the spotlight from all directions, enjoying the attention of thousands. She didn't want her blooming years to be withered at the young age of twenty-two like a flower's brief life.

"Beauty, you are sick."

For some reason, the words spoken by that fellow dressed like a bumpkin in the store somehow floated into her mind.

It was just that Ye Wudao had spoken so abruptly that Fang Yi thought he was cursing her. Now that she reconsidered, it seemed the bumpkin had something in his words. But this thought only passed fleetingly through Fang Yi's mind and she didn't really believe that the bumpkin had actually noticed anything wrong.

Her hidden illness was one that even advanced equipment both domestic and abroad struggled to detect; how could a bumpkin, who had merely glanced at her, possibly see it?

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi! You must be going delirious from the illness, recalling the words of a bumpkin like that."

Fang Yi shook her head, convinced she was addled by her sickness. How could she take seriously the words of a bumpkin? After resting for a while, her condition had much improved, and only then did she slowly start driving again.

...…

For several consecutive days, Ye Wudao had been loitering alone in an empty villa. During this period, Song Yuhan only came back once, and it wasn't for more than half an hour. She went upstairs, gathered a few clothes, and then dragged a suitcase out the door, driving off without saying a single word to Ye Wudao the entire time.

After that, Ye Wudao never saw Song Yuhan return again. It seemed like he had pushed her to her limit; since you refuse to stay in a hotel, fine, if you won't go, I will. After all, she wasn't short of money, so Ye Wudao's plan to benefit from close proximity had utterly failed.

"This won't do. Staying cooped up in an empty house is even less fulfilling than fishing with the old man, don't you think?"

Ye Wudao, having been secluded in the villa for days, facing the hollow walls, grew restless and started to grumble to himself.

However, he was not content to let a delicate bride slip away. So, with his old rattan trunk in hand, he walked several miles and once again appeared at the entrance of Universal Corporation.

After the last episode, the security guard at the gate had learned his lesson and knew better than to offend this person. Regardless of his status, one thing was clear: he indeed knew their CEO, and they had watched him leave in the CEO's car last time.

"What's going on? Why would our company's lead designer from the design department suddenly jump ship to Tiffany Jewelry Group Company across the street at this time? And the gemstones we imported from Brazil, why is their quality so much worse than before?"

Song Yuhan was in a conference room, lashing out in fury, scolding the team such that not a single person dared breathe too loudly, heads drooping without daring to utter a word.