The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162

Xu Qingyang sat there woodenly, not speaking or showing any expressions, staring blankly at Ye Tian for a long time before he finally said, "Apart from Zhang Xiayang, I won’t give my life to anyone else."

Ye Tian walked over, patted his shoulder, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it, "Have one?"

"Thank you. I don’t smoke."

When asked, Zhang Daniu also waved his hand at Ye Tian, "I can’t stand the smell, forget it."

Seeing that both men refused, Ye Tian also put the cigarette back in his mouth.

"There isn’t much worth talking about me. Even with Zhang Xiayang, we just had a superficial relationship. After exchanging a few handshakes, he gave me his phone and told me to contact you guys if there was anything in the future. Honestly, if there was room for negotiation or other ways, I definitely wouldn’t have come to you. Someone once told me to ’use men without doubting them, and not to use men you doubt,’ but I can’t do that. Because she is a boss-level person, making a wrong move or several, at worst she can start over, but I can’t. I’m just a small character who carefully plans with a specific goal in mind. I have many opponents, even a giant organization; I can’t afford any mistakes. Any risky matters require careful consideration, as I don’t have the capital to start over after a mistake. The method of using people without doubt is not for me, and I wouldn’t use it."

Xu Qingyang and Zhang Daniu looked at the man sitting on the ground, smoking deeply and quietly. Their concerns were somewhat alleviated, but replaced by other thoughts.

"I’m a simple person. I deal with present matters then lay groundwork for future pursuits. I am very purpose-driven, or in other words, quite scheming. Both of your lives are your own; neither of you can take them from each other, and I certainly have no right. This mess is what Zhang Xiayang handed to me, containing things left behind by his master. He did what he had to do; the rest requires someone to tidy up."

It was silent by the banks of Fengyu Lake, no one disturbing the three men, only the occasional breeze from between the trees peering in.

Xu Qingyang glanced at Zhang Daniu, who just shrugged his shoulders without saying a word.

"If you don’t bring up Zhang Xiayang, I would definitely leave. But since I owe him, I will repay it here. What about you, Daniu?"

"When have the two of us ever been apart?"

It was settled.

Following the instructions of Zheng Xinru, Lv Nan conveyed the message to Dong Cheng, and Dong Cheng’s response was also quite suave; being able to talk to Eunuch Rui’s legitimate wife was his great honor, and he agreed to meet at Fengyue Villa.

Both men arrived in the afternoon, and Zheng Xinru, having received Lv Nan’s message, waited at home for them. Ye Tian and Xu Qingyang arrived around one o’clock, just as Zheng Xinru had finished lunch, cleaning up the table with the maids.

"You’ve come at quite the unexpected time," Zheng Xinru handed a plate to a maid, washed her hands, and walked into the living room.

Ye Tian smiled, "No worries, we also just had lunch. Sister Zheng, this is Xu Qingyang, my friend."

Zheng Xinru sat on the sofa, smiled, and pointed to the opposite sofa, saying, "Please sit."

Xu Qingyang, who had changed into a black suit Tang Su bought for Ye Tian, looked quite dashing in his attire. If not for the overbearing lonesome aura about him, with just a bit of packaging, he’d be an ideal idol in the hearts of many young men and women.

Xu Qingyang stood woodenly on one side, not sitting down, "I prefer to stand."

Ye Tian looked somewhat disgruntled, stealthily glancing at Zheng Xinru to find she showed no displeasure, which slightly eased his mind.

"Xu Qingyang, good name. ’Qing’ denotes a subject, ’Yang’ denotes a ruler; able to advance and retreat, one should indeed be like this in life."

A silent moment.

Ye Tian inwardly shook his head; this guy didn’t even respond to a compliment. Doesn’t he know how to be modest, even a simple thank you would have been fine.

Seeing his response, Zheng Xinru wasn’t much bothered; a capable person should have some temper, it was expected.

Unlike Ye Tian, Xu Qingyang never felt anything he did was wrong. In nearly thirty years, if not for Zhang Xiayang saving his life, he could roam the worldly society freely, but he couldn’t, all because he had a debt to repay. Medically speaking, this might be seen as a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He stayed not for Ye Tian, nor for the woman before him, but for Zhang Xiayang, the man who had already fled.

The three of them sat for a while before Lv Nan and Dong Cheng arrived.

Typical profiteers.

Dong Cheng was a fat man with hair slicked back, combed neatly to the back of his head, possibly sprayed with tons of gel, shiny enough to blind.

"Boss Zheng, long time no see." As soon as he entered, Dong Cheng eagerly walked over to shake hands with Zheng Xinru, who reluctantly stood up and went through the motions.

"And this is..." After shaking hands with the hostess, Dong Cheng saw Ye Tian sitting aside and smiled as he asked.

"Hello, I..."

"He is Ye Tian. You can discuss the matters of Pingrui with him."

Dong Cheng quickly calculated in his mind.

Damn, that damn Zhang Xiayang ran off, and the Chen family picks such an insignificant trifle?

Zhang Xiayang, a name with a somewhat desolate resonance, no one in the underworld expected a hero of his caliber to temporarily end his journey by fleeing.

In the history of Chen Pingrui’s rise, one person that could not be circumvented was Butterfly Knife Zhang Xiayang. Everyone said that Zhang Xiayang was more loyal than a dog, even if Chen Pingrui asked him to die, he wouldn’t even frown or say another word, born a good tool, to be commanded, fitting the role perfectly.

When the lord wants the vassal to die, the vassal has no choice but to die. But Zhang Xiayang really did not want to die.

Letting Liu Laogou be decapitated was his masterpiece, and if he hadn’t been pressed for time, he would’ve directly subjected Liu Laogou to Lingchi. His master had taught him the Lingchi technique and even demonstrated it in front of him once—108 cuts, no more, no less. When the 108th cut fell, the person just happened to breathe his last.

Chen Pingrui died, the Chen family lost its pillar, and with no friends or allies, the great building was about to collapse. Zhang Xiayang handled Liu Laogou for the Chen family, completing his last bit of duty. But from then on, the responsibility was entirely handed over to Ye Tian, who was appreciated by Chen Pingrui and also passed his own test. What this ordinary young man would stir up was unpredictable. Whether he could hold up the great banner of the Chen family depended on his own fate and destiny.