Chapter 823 - Untitled

An Xunuo looked at him before plainly saying, “You’d better not regret it!”

He might have been too confident about how people could not lay a finger on him when he could do whatever he wanted with other people.

While she liked people with self-confidence….

Self-confidence was, at times, exceptionally irritating…

So lo and behold, An Xunuo remained around Ye Ningyuan as his bodyguard as long as she wanted to.

Kind of funny, wasn’t it?

The master hires his workers, and his workers get to decide how long they want to remain employed. One had to admit it was laughable.

The Middle East became their holiday spot. Ye Ningyuan seemed to be a good-for-nothing. While he claimed that the Middle East was unstable and how he was present to control the situation, one could not imagine a good-for-nothing rich man’s son as Black J of the Top Terrorist Organization.

She seemed to understand him better.

When she was sick or when she was that little idiot, Ye Ningyuan was always that beloved daddy to her, taking utmost care of her while working hard.

Having spent time with him up-close and around the clock, Xunuo knew much better than anybody else how hardworking Ye Ningyuan was.

When he worked, he was neither brazen nor vicious but instead planned every step down to the last detail so that nothing fell out of his clutches. Although work piled up, he completed them as quickly as he could.

While he spent a lot of time with her daily, he was still as hardworking. She knew that he would be even more hardworking if she was not present.

His success was not built on the success that Chu Li, Jason, and the others had built up.

He put in the effort where nobody saw.

But today…

Now that she had recovered, and he was not at the Top Terrorist Organization’s headquarters, she saw another Ye Ningyuan.

She knew who Black J was in London.

In the Middle East, he spent most of his time having fun and much less time on the affairs of the underworld.

He, a hard player, took part in almost all dangerous activities in the Middle East. With his immense talent, he raced, did extreme sports, and passionately danced with the locals. He did whatever came his way.

Racing, photography, and drawing were his most favorite activities.

She spent most of her time with him and accompanied him as he took photographs, drew, and raced. While she’s good at racing, she was no match. Ye Ningyuan asked her whether she was interested in a racing competition in Muscat that he was taking part in.

Xunuo agreed.

But lost to him.

He was never too far from his camera and his drawing tools. Whenever he came across scenery he loved, he would take photos of them or draw them. When she saw the many awards in his house, she once dangerously wondered whether the Ye family, thanks to their immense wealth and power, had some shady plot in the competition…

Having seen his skilled up-close, she then learned that he was indeed a person of extraordinary talent.

She loved his photographs and his artworks.

The scenery, under his masterful strokes, had liveliness to them that An Xunuo really liked. For most of the time, she quietly watched him take photos and draw. He also did not ask her to be part of the scenery he captured.

“Why don’t you draw people?” An Xunuo asked him as he drew at the top of the mountain once.

“How are people more beautiful than scenery? To me, there’s that one and only Xunuo who surpasses all beauty the world has ever known, so… I’ll only draw her.” Ye Ningyuan gently smiled.

She knew that he deeply loved Xunuo as she died for him when he was younger. Her name was engraved into his heart for the rest of time.

That was the first time she heard about his love for Xunuo from him. An Xunuo gently smiled and suddenly felt that he was actually not particularly irritating. Deeply passionate people ought not to be this dislike-able.

While there were many couples who were deeply in love with each other, a man who could remember a woman for so long and not go for other females was undoubtedly a rare catch. She was touched by his faithfulness.

A person who could withstand these many years of solitude was hard to come by.

If one could be remembered by another in death, that death was probably something good.

She had a very weird feeling in her heart, and it was as though she felt happiness.

She broke into a gentle smile amidst the evening sun, and it seemed especially beautiful.

She was not rejoicing because they were separated by life and death. She merely felt simple happiness. She guessed that her daddy ought to be very happy too since she would remember his love and goodness for the rest of her life.

In her memories, only Michael was this good toward her and could leave such an impression on her. Perhaps children who lacked love really yearned for such kinship, which would explain why she adored her father this much.

She saw him draw and did not disturb him. She simply watched him from the side.

Ye Ningyuan was very good looking, and she was one who would use grandiose terms to describe one’s looks. She was also very forgiving toward one’s looks as beauty and ugliness, to her, were not different.

Unless they were of extremes, they were not that different.

Her vocabulary only consisted of simple terms like ‘good-looking’ and ‘pretty’. To her, Ye Ningyuan was good-looking as was most of the Ye family. He was good-looking, especially when he was seriously drawing.

He was very charming, and it was as though he gave his all in his drawings.

That seriousness, that… goodness.

An Xunuo’s world, a typically dark and chaotic world, became serene and calm in that very moment.

She rarely had such a feeling.

Perhaps, this was also the reason why she had never…

An Xunuo turned away and frowned silently. If she kept this up, she knew very well that it would be very dangerous.

Being one who rarely did foolish things, this was probably her first time at it.

Why was she like a moth that threw itself at the flames? She did not understand why, but she felt that she was like a moth that leaped into the fire at its own peril.

‘An Xunuo, you are really beyond help.’

An Xunuo clenched her fists. She extinguished the embers that arose in her heart and calmed down.

His drawings were really pretty.

He suddenly wanted to know how that girl in his heart looked like. She ought to look like Xu Xing as they were biological twins who largely resembled each other.

This was Ye Ningyuan’s life. People who had seen him so laid-back and easygoing would have difficulty associating him with Black J of the Top Terrorist Organization. It was little wonder nobody found anything amiss. It’s because he had too good a grasp on people.