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Clearly, I had overestimated my abilities as a mom-to-be. When I felt the ground disappear beneath my feet, a scream escaped my throat uncontrollably.
I suddenly realized that the servants here were foreigners who didn’t understand Chinese, and there was no one to save me in time. All I could do was pray that the meticulously trimmed lawn below was soft enough.
Just when I was about to fall, I felt a gust of wind rush past me. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, guiding me through the air in a graceful arc before landing steadily on the ground.
In the darkness, all I could see was the faint blue glow of a smartwatch on his wrist. It turned out to be a bodyguard.
It seemed there was another living being hidden within this villa. I felt frustrated; had I known this would happen, I would have caused a scene on my first night here. That damn bodyguard was stubborn beyond belief.
I tried everything to draw him out, but he refused to show himself. Just as I was about to jump into the pool, someone grabbed me. When I raised a bottle to smash it against myself, a tennis ball flew in from nowhere and intercepted it.
With no other choice, I once again challenged that big tree in the dead of night; it was more thrilling than any spy scene from a Hollywood blockbuster.
This time, I climbed higher, high enough to overlook the entire community. The mansions in the distance were brightly lit, the pool shimmered under the moonlight, which quietly spilled onto the wide road below.
A red Ferrari was parked by the roadside—who knew which rich kid's toy it was?
There was no one around. A deep sense of loneliness washed over me as I released my grip on the branch and closed my eyes, leaping into the void. After all, someone would always catch me here.
Just as I was about to hit the ground, that blue light appeared again. This time, I acted quickly and snatched his sunglasses off his face while he was caught off guard.
"I finally caught you," I said triumphantly.
Instead of disappearing as he usually did, he knelt on one knee and gently set me down.
I commanded him to lift his head.
I had expected someone like him, a bodyguard, to look quite ordinary, the type you could lose in a crowd.
To my surprise, he was strikingly handsome. He had shoulder-length black hair, long and thick eyelashes, and deep, expressive eyes, though his complexion was pale and his lips colorless, giving him a somewhat frail appearance.
"Where have you been hiding during the day? You should get some sun and boost your vitamin D," I said half-jokingly.
"Did Song Moting send you to watch over me?"
"Yes."
"What's your name?"
"Code name 007."
"I meant your real name, not some silly code."
He fell silent.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. In this line of work, bodyguards like him didn't need names at all.
By convention, they were carefully selected orphans with no past and no attachments.
In this world, family ties were the greatest weakness, and bodyguards couldn't afford any vulnerabilities.
I licked my dry lips and spoke again: "Since you're here to be my shadow, you should know that I have a quirk—if I'm alone for too long, I start to feel anxious. So when I talk to you, you'd better not pretend to be deaf or mute."
He stood still like a statue for a moment before suddenly speaking: "Long Qi."
I paused for a second, "Huh?"
Oh, he was answering my previous question.
This bodyguard was as slow to respond as an outdated program from the last century.
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