The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 129

Chapter 129: Chapter 129

To get an heir, Eunuch Rui married three times, and thrice he divorced, enduring twists and turns, until he finally accepted his fate. Engaged in too much wrongdoing, God finally delivered retribution.

Despite being childless throughout his life, having married three wives, each one considered top-notch in Beiping City, both inside and out, their brilliance was unrivaled. Yet, none of these good women bore him a useful child; instead, three daughters each more trouble-causing than the last. Chen Xing, his second daughter, gave him the biggest headaches—stubborn and temperamental to the extreme, she wouldn’t listen to anyone, except for Bai Shaoqiu.

The Bai Family belonged to the official class, particularly the judicial branch. Setting aside past grudges, just in these last three years alone, he, Chen Pingrui, had been sued three times by that bastard Bai Shaoqiu. Although he got away due to lack of evidence, any person would not remain untouched after being sued three times in a row. Consequently, Chen Pingrui had established a rule within the Chen family: no one was to have any dealings with the Bai Family’s members. Yet his second daughter was still entangled with the eldest son of the Bai Family. It must be noted, Bai Shaoqiu was already a married man.

Zhang Xiayang didn’t concern himself with these affairs; his task was merely to take care of those that Chen Pingrui found unsavory or any creatures blocking his way. He already saw himself as nothing but a tool, following this man surnamed Chen simply to repay a debt of gratitude, for his life was saved by him, and naturally, it also should be returned to him.

The quarreling continued for over ten minutes, finally ending with Chen Xing beaten down, her sobbing and wailing drawing closer, then becoming clearer—though it was actually Little Bun who made the noise, judging by the broad, distinct slap mark on his face which seemed the work of Chen Pingrui.

As she came downstairs, Chen Xing, accompanied by another person, passed by Zhang Xiayang, seemingly venting her anger over Chen Pingrui’s slap, she cursed without looking, "Lackey."

Zhang Xiayang’s expression remained unchanged as he went upstairs; to such an indifferent comment, he truly had no interest to argue.

A man indifferent to his own life, where would he care about words said by others?

Upon reaching the top floor, Zhang Xiayang silently collected the shattered pieces of the teacup from the ground without saying a word, disposing of them into the trash can, then wiped the table clean of spilled tea before pouring a fresh cup. All of this was done without additional conversation between the two men; Chen Pingrui expressed no thanks, nor did Zhang Xiayang wish an irritated Chen Pingrui to take care.

Chen Pingrui looked out at the clear sky, feeling the frustrations in his heart gradually disperse.

"People say that God is watching over us, and I didn’t know if it was true. Now, it seems to be so. Everyone calls me Eunuch Rui, many filled with resentment. At first, I never understood: why do capable people attract censure? The powerless blame others, what kind of reasoning is that? Later, I came to realize, it’s human nature—or jealousy. I didn’t care about it, until later, after marrying thrice and thrice divorcing. I understood, accumulating resentment leads to a karmic obstacle; one lifetime of grudges, two lifetimes of karma, three lifetimes becomes an obstacle. My three lifetimes of karmic obstacles are fulfilled in this life and it’s to have my lineage cut off."

Zhang Xiayang looked at this somewhat hunched middle-aged man, suddenly feeling desolate. Even the influential figures of past years couldn’t withstand the ravages of time, ending with white temples and a sorrow-filled reflection in the mirror.

"What do you think of these people?"

Zhang Xiayang took a few steps forward, approaching the window. Despite this, he remained cautiously distant from Chen Pingrui, ensuring his position by the window was further away than that of Chen Pingrui’s—after all, he is always the man standing behind Chen Pingrui.

"Those four security guards?"

"Uh-huh."

"Nothing significant to report, can’t say for sure."

Chen Pingrui chuckled, "I think that Ye Tian isn’t bad, just can’t grasp what he’s really about. By the way, those people I mentioned to you last time, did you find them?"

"Some couldn’t be found, almost as if they’re hiding on purpose."

"Um. Those who come knocking on our door, don’t take a single one."

"Uh?" Zhang Xiayang was puzzled, "Aren’t they the ones you wanted to train?"

"My opponents, including the police, the gangs, and businessmen, I’ve pretty much figured out. We know how to undermine them, and they just might understand how to lure the enemy in. The use of undercover tactics is not unprecedented, and those I’ve taken an interest in are likely arranged by others, particularly those who came looking for me with addresses I provided to them, must never be trusted."

"So, what about Ye Tian? You have your eye on him?"

"It’s the most vexing to fancy someone yet dare not employ them. Ye Tian must be at least twenty-three or twenty-four by now. Training him now might be too late."

"Shall I give it a go?"

Chen Pingrui turned and sat down at his desk, lifting the cup of tea Zhang Xiayang had brewed, tasting it with a lowered head, then closing his eyes to savor the flavor.

"Focus on what you’re doing. In a couple of days, you’ll accompany me to a place, and bring this Ye Tian along."

"What about the young ladies..."

"Whoever wants to go can go."

Zhang Houtu watched gleefully as Ye Tian was forcefully dragged onto the Mercedes by Golden Lion King, his simple smile hiding his decisive nature. The last thing Ye Tian saw before parting with Zhang Houtu was an admonition of, "Poor choice in friends, might as well be bad matchmaking."

With a burst of speed, the Mercedes left nothing but a black silhouette in its wake for the villa behind.

"That kid, where did he go, snagging someone’s girl so quickly?" Pig Hu came out with hands tucked into sleeves, shivering as he asked Zhang Houtu.

Zhang Houtu just shook his head, "Seeing that girl’s face, seems like trouble’s brewing."

Pig Hu curled his lips dismissively—what did this simpleton know? So much for "trouble." He doesn’t know jack!

Although Pig Hu’s gaze fell into Zhang Houtu’s sight, Zhang Houtu didn’t mind it at all. He stood there with the most standard military posture, greeting all cars and all people with the sincerest of smiles. Seeing this, Pig Hu shook his head repeatedly—these days, it seemed fools were ever-increasing.

The Mercedes with the ’A’ emblem sped along the Beijing-Tianjin Expressway, perhaps due to her tinted Yellow Hair, Chen Xing’s driving mentality was substantially stronger than Little Bun’s impotent male, maintaining a speed of about 200 kph, taking sharp turns without decelerating. While her courage was commendable, her driving skills were nothing Ye Tian could speak highly of; not equating to the average Mo Family sisters’ capabilities.

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