Sweet Wife in My Arms

like slapping his guard, “Shouldn’t you be saving that person?”

Oh, right, save that person.

The guard hastily pushed the wheelchair around searching for a lift, though in the end, he could only find some stairs.

“Boss, please wait here for a moment, I shall take a look upstairs.
Oh, I’ll call the police too.” Though after searching his pockets vigorously, he could not find his phone.
Only then did he recall the old master’s eccentric personality — he hated to be disturbed when he was on his stroll, so he forbade his guards from carrying cell phones.

“Boss, allow me to make a call first.”

The guard began to leave hastily, though before he could do so, he heard Old Master Lu’s chilly voice, “By the time you get back, this person has probably fallen dead already.”

“Then, please wait a moment here, I will go have a look upstairs.”

The guard was aware of that too, since saving a life is more important than anything, things really should not be delayed further.

“Stay here? Why should I stay here?” the old master glared.
“Are you looking down on me? When I was young, I personally went on battlefields, fought enemies, received gun injuries and killed my enemies before.”

The guard was stunned by the old master’s scolding, these were phrases commonly heard from the old master, but now was not the time for one to boast about one’s past.
They were already in a peaceful era, and all those years of glory ought to have faded with the past, along with the color in his hair — only recorded in history.

Not to mention, a good man did not speak of his past glory.
He was but a feeble old man now, it was not as though he would still be recognized by anyone.

“Why are you still looking at me? Go on!” Old Master Lu slammed the wheelchair handle.
The guard was on the verge of crying upon hearing the Old Master’s shouts.

“Boss, it’s all the way on the fifth floor, how would you expect me to carry you up? It’s not like I could carry you along with your wheelchair?”

“Who needs carrying?” Old Master Lu snorted coldly as he yanked the blanket off his knees and stood up.
Then, he began climbing up the stairs — his steps were not very quick, but his legs were clearly functioning normally like any ordinary person’s.

“Boss, your legs…”

The guard felt as if his world view was shaken.
“If your legs were fine, why did you still sit in the wheelchair?” Even if sitting on the wheelchair was acceptable, why did he insist on asking me to bring him out every day, not to mention three times every day — where is the logic in this? There were people boasting about their son, their wealth, or perhaps even their car, but never had he seen anyone boasting about their wheelchair.

“I do whatever I want, do you have a problem with that?”

Old Master Lu glared at his guard.
“You talk too much.
If you continue running your mouth, you may as well return to the squad you came from.”

“Boss, don’t…” the guard pleaded for his own mercy.
“I’ve been serving you for a couple of years now, how could anyone be more familiar with your daily routines than me, don’t you think so?”

Old Master Lu shot a glare at his guard again.
This time, the guard dared not say another word.

Old Master Lu did not waste any more time.
He had not forgotten that there was still someone up there.

Saving a life was more important than anything, and any other matters should be put aside first.
By the time they had reached the fifth floor, they saw a woman sitting before them.
She was thin, paper-thin as if a gust of wind was enough to send her flying off.

The guard was worried for the safety of the woman.
If the wind was a little stronger, could it really blow her off? Actually, it seemed fine if the wind could bring her up to the sky, however, that was rather impossible.
Ultimately, the woman would fly to the sky, or rather, up to the heavens.