Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Xue Ning sat in one of the chairs, somehow exhausted from lying down and staying still. Her eyebrow area still tingled from the plucking, but her skin had never felt smoother or softer.

Just when she thought she could relax in her comfy bathrobe, a pompous voice interrupted her.

"You're in my seat."

Xue Ning turned around to see a woman with dyed blonde hair, curled into voluminous waves, glaring imperiously at her. She raised her eyebrow.

"Get out." The woman continued, tilting her chin haughtily. "Don't you know who I am?"

Xue Ning continued to stare at her, and then took a long look around the room. There were more than enough empty seats for her to sit at, but she purposely decided to bother her.

Behind her, there were sounds of horrified giggling. Clearly this group of pampered ladies were looking for entertainment, and of course Xue Ning, who walked in with her ratty T-shirt and faded jeans and got lectured by Lady Su Yan upon entry, was a prime target for their bullying.

Xue Ning rolled her eyes and pointed out, "There are at least four empty chairs around here, can't you sit at any one of them?"

"Are you deaf? I said this is my seat," she demanded, teeth bared. "And you clearly don't belong here. Someone that looks like you shouldn't bother wasting the time and efforts of Lady Su Yan and her team."

If she had just asked politely, Xue Ning wouldn't mind vacating her seat, why did she feel the need to add all that extra drivel at the end?

Nonsense. She rolled her eyes at the interloper, and that made her even angrier.

"Is your name on it? Point it out to me and I'll move," Xue Ning replied, shrugging casually.

"Judging by your tone, you don't know who I am. I am Zhou Yu, the heiress of Zhou Enterprises" Nangong Yunling said haughtily, but Xue Ning did not give her the reaction she was looking for.

Little did she know that Xue Ning had even less clue after her name was revealed! The name didn't matter to Xue Ning - there were three Zhou Yu's in her high school alone. What was one more?

Zhou Yu, seeing Xue Ning's deadpan expression, had no choice but to continue. "But as I'm a magnanimous person, I will forgive you, if you move now." The woman said, waving her manicured finger at Xue Ning's face as though Xue Ning was a disobedient dog.

How annoying.

Xue Ning pasted a customer-service worthy smile on her lips while her eyes shot daggers at her. The woman, not expecting that level of vehemence, nearly faltered, but she refused to back down.

"So… there's no name on the chair?" Xue Ning stated. She deliberately leaned back on the chair to make herself more comfortable.

The woman glared at her more fiercely, but Xue Ning only laughed. Even Xiumin was more of a threat than this pampered cat of a woman. The stress and worry of the past few days needed an outlet, and this woman was the unlucky volunteer.

"Is this chair so important to you?" Xue Ning asked. "I can move if you ask me nicely."

"I should be telling you that!" Zhou Yu barked out, shaking in barely repressed anger. How was she the one saying those words, as though she was doing her a favour? The nerve.

"I guess I can move." Xue Ning said. Zhou Yu's lips curled into a victorious smirk, but Xue Ning wasn't done. "Who knew the heiress of Zhou Enterprises had a picky asshole?"

"You -" Zhou Yu's face turned an alarming shade of red. Did she hear correctly? This low-class tramp accused her of HAVING a picky asshole?

Xue Ning continued blithely.

"After all, what reason do you have for not wanting your makeup done in a different chair? The only time where I hear something similar is when people need to shit in the same toilet bowl, because their bowels are used to it. Do you have this problem?"

"How uncouth of you," Zhou Yu hissed out loud, her mind reeling from the disgusting insult. "Lady Su Yan must have truly fallen to accept someone like you as a client."

"Sorry," Xue Ning said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "Ah, but I realise now it's my mistake." Xue Ning still did not move out of the chair though.

"Then why are you not moving!" Zhou Yu's hands reached out to Xue Ning, nails outstretched as if to push her aside, or to scratch her face.

Xue Ning easily grabbed onto her wrists. They were so thin that she could easily snap them in half.

"It was my mistake to not realise that your face and your butt aren't too different after all." She smirked. "After all, they both have holes that spew shit. No wonder you're insisting on this particular chair."

Shocked gasps echoed in the room after her words. If Xue Ning turned around, she would have seen the horrified gasps paired with delighted eyes of the faces of the young women sitting in the room.

Unknown to Xue Ning, there was a pecking order among the rich young daughters of Shanghai's elite. Zhou Yu had always reigned over the flock as a tyrant queen, for her family was prestigious and was almost as wealthy as the Sun family.

Of course, everyone longed to see her taken down a notch, but none wanted to risk the social fallout to do it. For some stranger to step in and help them, it must have been a helping hand from Heaven itself!

Zhou Yu's face began to turn an alarming colour of puce. How dare this woman humiliate her in front of her twittering peers!

Meanwhile, Xue Ning stretched languidly while holding onto Zhou Yu's flimsy wrist, her arms weren't muscled at all so she had no strength to escape, much like a proud lioness pinning down a helpless deer.

Finally, she decided to put her out of her misery. She turned and flung Zhou Yu back on the chair she just vacated, releasing her from her hold.

"Here, you can have your seat back." Xue Ning said cheerfully, walking away to another empty seat like a reasonable person. Unfortunately, Zhou Yu wasn't one to let it go.

She lunged at Xue Ning's back with a battle cry.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"