Chapter 303

Chapter 127.1 All About Xia-Zhou Dynasty (1)

Seeing Ye Sui in a difficult position, Chen Shu’s heart was pounding. He felt pain. He was worried that Ye Sui would be frightened, so even his tone of voice was much softer than usual.

Chen Shu’s gaze fell on Ye Sui’s body, and he dared not move it away. He was afraid that her mood would worsen.

Ye Sui’s clothes were also a bit messy. He helped Ye Sui straighten her clothes, picked the hot water, and personally helped her drink it.

“Ye Sui, I’m sorry, I didn’t arrive on time.” Chen Shu’s voice was full of regret. He gently patted her back.

From Chen Shu’s appearance until now, Ye Sui’s mood had gradually calmed down.

Although the situation just now was tense and she was indeed frightened, these things became insignificant compared to Chen Shu.

Ye Sui remembered what the fortune-teller told her at that time. She had said that Chen Shu would experience death within his 30 years of life. Back then, she felt as if the sky was falling down.

Compared with the feelings at that time, Ye Sui was confident of bearing the current difficulties.

Ye Sui looked at Chen Shu, who had a worried face. She leaned her body toward him and moved closer.

When Chen Shu saw Ye Sui suddenly approach him, he was stunned and didn’t respond.

Ye Sui smiled at Chen Shu. “Who told you? I didn’t even tell you that I was here. Are you a god? Can you fly over immediately?”

Chen Shu knew that Ye Sui was deliberately joking with him to keep him from worrying.

“Have you been injured? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Chen Shu was afraid that Ye Sui was hiding her injuries. He was trying to make every detail clear.

Ye Sui reluctantly swung her arm and moved her leg. “I’m fine. You can relax. You rushed over to pick me up so quickly. What could have happened?

When Chen Shu saw Ye Sui shake her hand so much, he immediately stopped her and tried to have a closer look.

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Chen Shu frowned and scanned it up and down. He wanted to say something, but Ye Sui covered her ears playfully, “Chen Shu, my ears hurt. Can you help me take a look?”

Those with discerning eyes could tell that Ye Sui was lying at first glance. It was clear that she deliberately put on this appearance because she didn’t want to listen to Chen Shu’s words.

But Chen Shu didn’t care. Even if he knew Ye Sui wasn’t telling the truth, he still pulled her hand off and looked at her ears carefully.

It was the first time that Wang Chuan, who was sitting in the front row, saw Chen Shu and Ye Sui getting along so intimately. He was stunned.

When did Ye Sui become so coquettish? And President Chen, why was he so different from the cold boss he usually saw?

Even more, when did President Chen become so talkative? He was taking care of Ye Sui like he was taking care of his baby. She couldn’t be cold or hot and shouldn’t get hurt even a little bit.

Was it that President Chen was originally such a person, or did he become like this because he was in front of Ye Sui?

Xiao Liu saw Wang Chuan’s puzzled expression. She was used to such scenes. Now there was one more person to watch them showing off their affection.

She turned to comfort Wang Chuan, “Better get used to it.”

The car drove out of the museum without any hindrance and headed home.

The chaotic scene just now was recorded and put on the Internet. Originally, Ye Sui’s video was full of scolding, but because of Chen Shu, it now had some different comments.

“Ye Sui’s husband is too handsome, too manly. Ah, I’m exploding! It’s a pity he’s not a star.”

“He doesn’t care about being a star at all. He’s doing well as the President of Huarui. Why should he need to suffer in the entertainment industry?”

“Seeing these reporters being hated by Chen Shu, I suddenly feel good. What should I do? Forget the fans; these reporters need to be taught a lesson.”

Unexpectedly, Chen Shu’s behavior of protecting his wife made the Netizens feel better about Ye Sui.

Chen Shu had no intention of paying attention to the news on the Internet. After he took Ye Sui home, he asked her to stay there. If she wanted to go out, she had to tell him first. He would pick her up personally.

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Chen Shu was reluctant to let Ye Sui suffer any injustice, so he did not allow others to bully her.

The ‘Are There Really Ghosts in the World?’ variety show that Ye Sui participated in would be suspended for a while.

However, the resident guests like Song Bai, Jingang, and Zhao Hui were the first that called Ye Sui. They all supported her.

After all, a star’s affairs were beyond their control. Whether Ye Sui was married or not, it was her private affair, and they could understand her.

Director Sun and Curator Xia had negotiated beforehand. The show crew had only come to Xia Zhou Palace to shoot for once. If the response was good, they would continue to discuss the shooting.

However, Curator Xia changed his mind now. His original intention was to let more people know the culture of the Xia Zhou dynasty, but he did not want to be involved in disputes of the entertainment industry.

Therefore, when Director Sun proposed to shoot here again, President Xia refused.

When Curator Xia refused Director Sun, though, strange things began to happen.

First of all, it started from some side halls. Some night staff members heard the sound of footsteps in the middle of the night, while some even heard whispers in the corner.

After a few days of these strange phenomena, the East Palace began to have anomalies too.

As long as there were staff members passing through the place, there would be a sound of someone reading. The sound was clear, passing through the quiet air and reaching straight to the listener’s ears.

Hence, strange things one after another, which had never happened before.

Curator Xia did not believe in heresy, so he told the staff not to talk nonsense. He himself stayed there at night.

At night, everyone was sleeping, and it was strangely quiet all around. Curator Xia walked out of the office with a flashlight.

Curator Xia brought two security guards along with him and went straight to the East Palace.

Coincidentally, when President Xia had just left the office, it started raining. Although it was only drizzling, the ground became wet after a while.

It was already chilly at night, but because of the rain, the temperature dropped even lower.

They had no choice but to return to the office to take an umbrella. The pitter-patter of the rain fell on the umbrella, making a small sound.

The two security guards couldn’t help feeling panicked. “President, it’s raining now. Let’s come on another day.”

Yesterday’s weather forecast didn’t say it would rain tonight. How could it have rained just like that?

Curator Xia didn’t agree with them. “What could happen? Today means today.”

The security guards had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Curator Xia. Because of the rain, the light from the flashlight was dimmer. The curtain of rain lowered the visibility.

Curator Xia walked in the front, and the two security guards followed behind him closely. There was no conversation all the way. Nobody spoke a single sentence. Just like that, they approached the East Palace quietly.

“We’re here.” When Curator Xia saw the East Palace was not far away, he was about to go straight in.

They did not bring their umbrellas inside for fear of wetting the floor of the palace. They left them against the door at the entrance.

They also wiped the water on their clothes outside the palace before entering.

With a creak, the door was pushed open. The moment it opened, the night wind passed through the hall, and an intense chill rushed toward them.

The drizzle outside continued, bringing out a bit of cool and dampness with it. Although there was no rain inside, it still felt wet.

The light of the flashlight flickered and fell on every corner of the palace. The hall was empty. There was no one, much less a voice like in the rumors.

Curator Xia almost finished strolling around the East Palace. Everything was safe and sound. As nothing happened, the security guards gradually settled down.

Curator Xia thought that it was only the sound of wind and rain that caused everyone’s illusion before. It made them think that it was the work of the ghost.

They were just about to leave when the sound of sizhu was heard in the open palace behind them. It drifted into their ears.

(T/N: Sizhu is a traditional Chinese musical instrument)

The sound caused Curator Xia and the others to look back immediately, but it stopped abruptly and scattered in the air, as if the sound just now was their imagination.

The group was frightened, and their backs broke out in a cold sweat. One of the security guards stuttered to president Xia, “We’d better go back.”