The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Chapter 166

"I’m nobody worth mentioning. Even with Zhang Xiayang, our relationship was nothing more than a casual acquaintance. After some dealings, he just gave me his phone and told me, ’If anything comes up later on, just find you guys.’ In all honesty, if there were any leeway or other ways, I certainly wouldn’t come to you. Someone once told me to trust the people I use and not use those I distrust, but I can’t do that. Because she is a BOSS-level figure; if she makes a wrong move, at worst she starts over again, but I can’t afford to do that. I’m just a petty figure with an agenda and calculating every step towards it. Many people and even a huge organization are against me. I cannot afford a single mistake. Any risky matter requires my careful consideration, because I don’t have the capital to start over after an error. Using people without doubt is not a method that suits me, nor will I practice it."

Xu Qingyang and Zhang Daniu looked at the man squatting on the ground, puffing away at his cigarette, and felt a little less apprehensive, yet somehow were filled with more of something else.

"I am a straightforward person; I just deal with matters at hand and then pave the way for the future. I’m very goal-oriented, or in other words, I’m quite scheming, which is often branded as being calculating. Your lives are your own, no one can take them away, and I’m certainly not entitled to. This situation has been handed to me by Zhang Xiayang, there’s legacy left by his master here. He has done what he needed to do, and now someone needs to cleanly tidy up the remaining issues."

It was eerily silent by Fengyu Lake, with no one to disturb the three men, save for the occasional breeze that snuck through the trees, taking a peek at the scene.

Xu Qingyang glanced at Zhang Daniu, who just shrugged his shoulders, saying nothing.

"If I didn’t bring up Zhang Xiayang, I would have left for sure. But since I owe him, I will repay my debt right here. What about you, Big Bull?"

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

Deal sealed.

Following Zheng Xinru’s instructions, Lv Nan conveyed the message to Dong Cheng, whose response was quite dashing. It would be an honor for him to speak with Eunuch Rui’s lawful wife, and Fengyue Villa would be the perfect meeting place.

The two arrived in the afternoon. Upon receiving the message from Lv Nan, Zheng Xinru waited for them at home. Ye Tian and Xu Qingyang arrived around one in the afternoon, just as Zheng Xinru had finished lunch and was cleaning up the table with her maids.

"Your timing is rather unfortunate," said Zheng Xinru as she handed the plate to the maid, washed her hands, and proceeded to the living room.

Ye Tian smiled, "No worries, we just finished eating not long ago. Sister Zheng, this is Xu Qingyang, my friend."

Zheng Xinru, seated on the sofa, smiled and gestured to the opposite couch, "Please, sit."

Xu Qingyang changed into a black suit, carefully selected by Tang Su for Ye Tian. Dressed in it, he instantly appeared dashing, and without his pervasive aura of loneliness, he could easily become the idol in the hearts of young men and women.

Xu Qingyang stood aloof, not taking a seat, "I prefer to stand."

Ye Tian was embarrassed and stole a glance at Zheng Xinru, relieved that she did not show any sign of displeasure.

"Xu Qingyang, good name. ’Qing’ means subject, ’Yang’ means sovereign. One may advance or retreat; so should one be in life."

A silent interlude.

Ye Tian inwardly shook his head, this guy couldn’t even acknowledge a compliment with a thank you.

Seeing his reaction, Zheng Xinru didn’t seem put off. Someone with true abilities should have some temper, it was only right.

Unlike Ye Tian, Xu Qingyang never felt anything he did was wrong. If it weren’t for owing a life-saving debt to Zhang Xiayang, he could’ve wandered the worldly society and indulged to his heart’s content. But he couldn’t, just because he needed to repay this debt. In medical terms, this might just be a manifestation of his compulsions. He stayed not for Ye Tian, and certainly not for the woman before him. He was here for Zhang Xiayang, the man who had already absconded.

After the three men sat for a while, Lv Nan and Dong Cheng also arrived.

The quintessential businessman.

Dong Cheng was a rotund man with a clean slicked-back hairstyle, hair neatly combed and covered in so much gel that it shone blindingly.

"Boss Zheng, I’ve long looked forward to meeting you." As soon as he stepped in, Dong Cheng hurried to shake hands with Zheng Xinru, who rose reluctantly and went through the motions.

"And this is..." After shaking hands with the hostess, Dong Cheng caught sight of Ye Tian sitting aside and asked with a smile.

"Hello, I..."

"He is Ye Tian. Discuss matters related to Pingrui directly with him," intervened Zheng Xinru.

Dong Cheng’s mind quickly worked through calculations.

Damn it, that bastard Zhang Xiayang has bolted, and the Chen family pulls out this inconspicuous piece of junk?

He’s way too unimpressive for the times. What era is this, to sport a buzzcut and act tough? Does he think he’s Qiao from the northeast or Shanghai’s Du Yuesheng? Walking around like that, it would be a surprise if he doesn’t get chopped.

Despite his internal monologue, he kept a smiling face, "It’s an honor to meet you. I am Dong Cheng, and I hope Mr. Ye will take good care of me in the future."

"Brother Dong is a senior, and in business matters, your guidance is what I need."

Both men harbored their own agendas; who knew if future encounters would lead to a situation where the fish dies and the net splits.

"Alright, everyone, please sit down. Nan, you as well."

As Zheng Xinru spoke, she instructed a nearby maid, "Please bring out the pastries we made earlier."

So it was the pastries they were making; it makes sense now. Recalling the sight of Zheng Xinru busying herself when he entered, Ye Tian had thought she was having lunch.

The maid was a woman of similar age to Zheng Xinru, plain and neat, meticulous in her work. This was evident as she placed a napkin in front of each person, including Xu Qingyang who was still standing to the side.

"Cheng, I hear you’re from Jiangsu. Try my osmanthus cake and see how you like it. Young man, why don’t you give it a try too?"

The young man in the black suit standing behind Dong Cheng remained immovable, his eyes proud behind the dark shades.

Dong Cheng, chuckling, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, "He’s just an underling, no need to bother with him."

"Haha, come on, Ye Tian, Qingyang, you too try some."

Invariably, Xu Qingyang remained impassive, not even giving the pastries a glance, standing there like a statue. This man simply had no concept of what politeness was, especially towards a stranger he had never met before.

The delicate treats were hard to believe not to have been made by a food shop, especially considering they were crafted by the hands of a wealthy lady.