Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 9

Yin Shuang’s formal name had been bestowed upon her by the master smith who forged her. It was said that the moment the Silver Frost Sword emerged from the furnace, omens of extreme fortune filled the Heavenly Realm—an already celestial place—to say nothing of the three thousand mortal worlds.

On the night of her birth, the moon in every single one of those worlds grew larger and brighter than ever before. Its light shifted from pale yellow to a brilliant, shimmering silver-white, surrounded by a radiant halo of crystalline frost. Upon seeing this, the smith immediately declared her name to be Silver Frost—the Frost of the Silver Moon.

That was the origin of her formal name. Her nickname, however, was given to her by her second master, and the reasoning was much more blunt. That master’s favorite food was a celestial fish called the Golden Arowana (Jinlongyu). In her younger years, she treated the legendary Silver Frost Sword like a high-end harpoon, often skewering seven or eight fish at a time.

Once the fish were cleaned, she would skewer them back onto the blade, build a fire on the spot, and start grilling.

Her master claimed that after a lifetime of grilling fish, those cooked on the Silver Frost Sword tasted the best. In her delight, she bestowed the nickname: Jinlongyu.

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When she was a child, Yin Shuang would have happily answered even if someone called her “Dog Egg,” but she wasn’t that foolish anymore. She had thought that in this world, she would never have to hear that name again. Who would have guessed that no matter where she went, she couldn’t escape that humiliating childhood moniker…

Before coming here today, Yin Shuang had spent a long time in front of a mirror “pinching” her face. As a sword spirit, she had no genetic lineage; her original look was something she had crafted by blending the features of her first master and her master’s partner. After two thousand years, that look had finally stabilized. Now, any face she pinched would only last a few months before gradually reverting to her original form. But that was fine; a few months was plenty of time to get the sword and leave.

The face she had sculpted today featured a sharp chin, large eyes, thin lips, and a high, elegant bridge of the nose—a textbook beauty. However, while it was beautiful, it lacked “soul.” She looked like what people termed a “vase”—stunning but hollow.

After finishing the face, she even adjusted her vocal cords to change her voice. Since her “face-pinching” could only modify existing features rather than add or remove physical mass, she couldn’t change her height or build. She remained the same stature, but humans generally identified others by their faces; their recognition of body types was far less acute.

Seeing her steady demeanor, Fu Mang felt somewhat positive about her. She stood with her arms crossed and said to Yin Shuang, “Take off your sunglasses. Let me see.”

Yin Shuang obeyed. Shao Yang let out a silent “wow” of admiration, but Fu Mang didn’t react. In fact, she felt a tiny prickle of disappointment.

Not as pretty as Yu Yinshuang.

The thought popped into her head, and Fu Mang’s expression stiffened.

Why am I thinking about that thief again?!

She lowered her head to hide her momentary embarrassment and flipped open the resume. It was a move to cover her tracks more than a genuine desire to read, but since she had opened it, she felt obligated to ask a couple of questions.

Yin Shuang straightened her back. She had done her homework; no matter what Fu Mang asked, she was ready with an answer.

But after staring at the paper for a long while, Fu Mang didn’t ask about her qualifications or experience. Instead, she looked up with a puzzled expression. “Who gave you this name?”

How is it even more provincial than Yu Yinshuang’s?

Fu Mang: “…” I really need to stop thinking about that thief.

Yin Shuang: “…” Is this CEO obsessed with names?

After a pause, Yin Shuang replied, “My mas—my mother. My mother gave it to me.”

Fu Mang had only asked in passing. Finding a personal bodyguard was different from finding a maid; anyone could be a maid, but a high-level bodyguard was rare. The salary had an extra zero at the end and was several times higher, reflecting the importance of the role. She couldn’t be as casual with a bodyguard as she had been with the help.

“How are your skills?” Fu Mang asked.

Yin Shuang blinked. “Very good.”

Shao Yang, watching from the side, felt like laughing. After helping Fu Mang interview various bodyguards over the past few days, he had realized that people in this industry loved to brag. Looking at this girl’s slender arms and legs, she might have some moves, but he figured a few burly thugs would have her on the floor in no time.

Fu Mang raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Yin Shuang nodded earnestly. “Yes.”

Fu Mang let out a cryptic chuckle. She jerked her chin toward Shao Yang. “Then go a round with him.”

Shao Yang froze, waving his hands frantically. “No, no, no. I’m a grown man; I can’t hit a lady.”

“Who said anything about hitting her? Just spar a bit. A friendly exchange. I want to see which of you is better.”

Shao Yang didn’t look particularly bulky, but he was actually lean and muscular. He was trained; he had even won a local “Good Samaritan” award for taking on five thugs single-handedly and coming out unscathed while the criminals were left crying for their mothers. Fu Mang knew this, so her minimum standard for a bodyguard was someone who could at least hold their own against Shao Yang.

Of course, Fu Mang wouldn’t bet her life on a single person. There would still be other security staff at the house. The bodyguard’s job was to fend off the initial danger; whether they could win a prolonged war was secondary.

Seeing Fu Mang’s insistence, Shao Yang looked like he was facing a tragedy. “But… President Fu, this isn’t right. If I hurt Miss Jin, then I…”

Yin Shuang remained silent, watching them. Since she didn’t seem to object, Fu Mang felt confident. She scowled at Shao Yang. “Stop talking. If I say spar, you spar. Three moves, that’s it. Don’t overdo it, understand?”

She was also afraid of hurting Yin Shuang; she just wanted to see her skills. It would be a loss for everyone if the girl got injured.

Shao Yang reluctantly agreed. He turned to Yin Shuang. “Jin Xiaoyu, is that okay with you?”

Yin Shuang glanced at Shao Yang. “No need for three. One move is enough.” If we actually go three moves, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control my strength and I’ll kill him.

How can I judge your skills with one move? Fu Mang was about to object, but “Jin Xiaoyu” had already stepped forward, clearly ready. Shao Yang nodded to her and took a defensive stance.

He wanted her to attack first, but after waiting a long time, the girl didn’t even lift a finger. She just watched him calmly.

This… felt a bit like a provocation.

Shao Yang was a man of spirit. His competitive side flared up, and he lunged forward. Just as his iron fist was about to strike her, she raised a hand with effortless grace and caught his wrist.

Shao Yang gasped. He realized he couldn’t move.

Holy crap, what kind of grip strength is this?

Before he could even process his shock, Jin Xiaoyu yanked his arm toward her, sending him stumbling. Then, she raised her free hand—fingers pressed together—and delivered a swift downward chop.

CRACK—

The entire sequence happened in the blink of an eye. Fu Mang had a bad feeling, and sure enough, a second later, Shao Yang was clutching his left arm, tears welling in his eyes. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, AIEEE—”

The final scream was the delayed realization of the pain.

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Fu Mang immediately called people in. Zhang Yuning and two administrative secretaries rushed in. The moment Yuning touched Shao Yang’s arm, he let out a pig-like squeal: “Don’t, don’t, DON’T TOUCH IT! It’s broken…”

The crowd was shocked, but no one knew how it had happened. They hurriedly supported him and rushed him out to find a hospital. Soon, only Fu Mang and “Jin Xiaoyu”—who was looking down, ashamed of her mistake—were left in the office.

It took a long time for Fu Mang to close her slightly agape mouth. She looked at Yin Shuang.

Yin Shuang peeked up, her gaze meeting Fu Mang’s. She immediately lowered her head in shame, fidgeting with her fingers. Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito’s hum: “I… I didn’t mean it. It was just a reflex to chop…”

A cute sword spirit is still a sword spirit; the urge to chop things is an occupational hazard.

Witnessing it in person was far more jarring than watching a video. Fu Mang was so stunned that she completely missed the faint sense of familiarity at the back of her mind. She took a breath to steady herself before asking:

“When can you start?”

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