Chapter 201 You are a big liar

The richest man worth hundreds of billions?

The man who wears a Shiba Inu apron every day and fries soft-boiled eggs for her, drives her to and from work in a "guild chariot," uses Shiba Inu coins as bookmarks, turns antique brooches into dog tags, and buys her a diamond necklace just because Wangcai likes it... is he a multi-billionaire?!

"Woof! Woof woof woof!" Wangcai was frightened by the fallen potato chips and Yu Ling's daze. He circled around the sofa anxiously, holding his diamond-studded dog bowl and trying hard to push it against Yu Ling's legs.

“Ding Dong——”

The access control videophone screen suddenly lights up! It's the villa gate post!

The security guard's face appeared on the screen. The background noise was extremely noisy, and one could faintly hear countless people shouting and the sounds of camera shutters!

"Madam!" the security guard's voice was tinged with tears. "The gate... the gate is blocked by reporters and influencers! There are so many people! There are even several drones flying in! We can't hold on any longer!"

The screen switched to the surveillance footage at the main gate—a sea of ​​heads! Cameras and cameras! Flashing lights! Several small drones, like flies, tried to fly over the automated defense net!

"Activate the 'S'-level defense plan!" Uncle Chen's calm voice suddenly interrupted with unquestionable authority:

"Shut down all non-core channels! Activate full-band signal jamming! 'Wangcai Special Forces' mobile team, immediately provide support at the gate! Ensure the wife's safety at all costs! The gentleman will be here shortly!"

"Yes!" The security guard's voice instantly became more confident.

The videophone screen went dark. Yu Ling huddled on the sofa, hugging her knees, her heart pounding. A sense of unreality and panic washed over her. The wife of the richest man? Her? Yu Ling? The small-time employee at Starlight Technology who'd been so distraught over a stolen project?

The phone was still vibrating like crazy, the screen lighting up and going off, filled with strange numbers and exploding messages.

She suddenly grabbed the phone and tried to turn it off, but her fingers were shaking violently.

Just then, a pinned message popped up.

Pancake Man: "Close your eyes, inhale, and count down to 30 seconds."

It’s Zhao Chen!

Almost as a reflex, Yu Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to count silently in her mind: 30…29…28…

When she counted to 10, she heard a deep and unique engine roar coming from outside the window! It was not the arrogant roar of the "Guild Chariot", but a sound that was heavier and more powerful!

When I counted to 5, the roar seemed to reach overhead? A huge airflow rolled up the curtains!

Count to 1!

Yu Ling suddenly opened her eyes!

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a jet-black helicopter, its lines flowing like a ghost in the night, roared and hovered above the villa lawn. The powerful downwash blew the lawn like green waves!

The hatch is open!

Zhao Chen appeared at the cabin door! He had even taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt with two buttons undone and a loose tie. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he locked onto Yu Ling on the sofa through the glass!

He didn't even wait for the helicopter to come to a complete stop! With two or three meters above the ground, he grabbed the rappelling rope next to the hatch with one hand and kicked off with his long legs!

The nimble figure slid down the rope like a cheetah hunting its prey! The movements were clean and sharp, with a thrilling sense of power and... urgency!

"Bang!"

He landed steadily on the lawn, without even stopping, and ran towards the main gate of the house!

The wind ruffled his hair, causing the corners of his white shirt to rustle. His usual meticulous elite image was gone, leaving only a man who was desperate to return to his wife!

"Open the door!" Zhao Chen's voice came through the access control system, with a slight breath and an unquestionable command.

The smart door lock opens with a click.

Zhao Chen stepped in, carrying with him the cold air from outside and the lingering roar of the helicopter engine.

His eyes immediately locked onto Yu Ling, who was curled up on the sofa with a pale face.

"Lingling!" He strode over, half-knelt in front of the sofa, and hugged the frightened person tightly in his arms!

Yu Ling was instantly enveloped by his warm body and familiar scent. He also carried the scent of the high-altitude wind, and a faint... smell of oil? (Helicopter fuel?)

"Don't be afraid, I'm back." Zhao Chen's voice was low and rapid, with a soothing power. His big hand stroked her back vigorously, "It's okay, it's okay."

Yu Ling buried her face in the crook of his sweaty neck, feeling the equally violent heartbeat in his chest. Her tense nerves finally snapped with a "snap", and a huge sense of grievance and fear surged up. She raised her fist and punched his strong back hard:

"Zhao Chen! You're a liar! A huge liar! A multi-billionaire?! Are you addicted to playing the pig and eating the tiger?!" She cried, "How am I supposed to go out in the future? How am I supposed to go to work? My parents..."

"Shh... It's my fault, it's all my fault." Zhao Chen let her beat him, hugged him tighter, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head. "Going out? I'll take you there in a helicopter from now on! Going to work? Who at Xinghui Technology dares to look at you? Over there with my parents, the 'Wangcai Special Forces' have been upgraded to the highest alert! Not even a fly can get into Wutong Garden!"

He held up Yu Ling's tear-stained face and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips. His eyes were filled with deep heartache and apology: "Lingling, look at me."

Yu Ling glared at him with red eyes.

"The title of richest man was given by others." Zhao Chen's voice was extremely serious, with a strange soothing power.

"In front of you, I will always be that 'ordinary employee' Zhao Chen. The one who requires you to sign a mutual aid agreement before I dare to get close to you, who can fry burnt eggs, whose blanket will be snatched away by Wangcai, and who can't eat without the pickles you make... Zhao Chen."

He took Yu Ling's hand, which was wearing a wedding ring, and placed it on his chest. Through the thin shirt, Yu Ling could clearly feel his steady and strong heartbeat.

"This," he said, looking at her, each word clearly, "is not pretending to be hundreds of billions of assets, nor is it a business empire."

"It's a home. It's you. And that stupid dog who always tries to steal my meat."

Yu Ling's tears welled up again, this time out of anger and laughter.

She looked at the man in front of her who had an imposing presence in front of the live camera, but now knelt before her and fumbled to explain himself. She looked at the petal crumbs still on his gold-rimmed glasses, his messy hair, and his loose tie...

"Zhao Chen..." She sniffed, her voice muffled.

"Um?"

"Your guild..." Yu Ling pointed at the black helicopter worth hundreds of millions of dollars, still roaring outside the window behind him, "...are you still in need of a cleaner? The kind that specializes in cleaning helicopters?"

Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, his chest vibrating. He picked the man up and carried him sideways!

"Needed!" He carried her in his arms and strode towards the master bedroom upstairs, his voice filled with the ease and doting of someone who had just survived a disaster. "We need a boss lady like you to clean the place yourself! The salary... will be paid with your body!"

"Hey! Put me down! There are reporters outside..."

"Who cares about them!" Zhao Chen kicked open the door of the master bedroom, walked in holding Yu Ling, and slammed the door shut, isolating himself from the noise and madness of the outside world.

He gently placed her on the soft bed, leaned over, rested his forehead against hers, and listened to her breathing:

"Right now, Mrs. Zhao's first priority..." He took off his flower-stained gold-rimmed glasses and tossed them aside, his eyes dark. "It's to comfort Mr. Zhao, the 'ordinary employee' who was deeply hurt by your word 'liar'."

Outside the window, Wangcai was squatting outside the master bedroom door, holding his diamond-studded dog bowl in his mouth. He tilted his head to listen to the faint, discordant noises coming from inside, and scratched the door in confusion:

"Woof?" (Dinner? Celebration? More meat? And...more?)