The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 266

Chapter 266: 266

"Ling, come on, have some food."

Liu Ling felt like she was treated like a treasure, holding the bowl with both hands as she received the dish passed by Tang Su. Then she buried her head in eating, still not uttering a word, as if she intentionally avoided acknowledging everyone here, treating them like they were mere air, best unseen.

Ye Tian looked at her, then turned to Tang Su. Tang Su shook her head at him, signaling not to dwell on this issue. So, Ye Tian had nothing more to say.

The afternoon belonged naturally to Tang Su, who seemed weary of looking at house blueprints every day at home and had finally decided to personally go house-hunting. Ye Tian was ecstatic as this indicated he was one step closer on his quest to win over this fresh and beautiful woman, a vital step in his long journey which meant that the moment to overturn his family’s objections was drawing near.

Seeing the drool about to drip from Ye Tian’s mouth, Tang Su chuckled and flicked him on the head, "What are you thinking about?"

"Hehe, nothing, nothing."

"Silly."

Watching Ye Tian scratching his head and chuckling naively, Tang Su felt a surge of irritation as he was getting increasingly presumptuous recently. If it weren’t for the need to keep him in check with a washboard at home, her Taekwondo would almost be insufficient.

Imperial View, a newly developed residential area, was somewhat in the suburbs but compensated with a serene environment. The developers had also considered buyers’ psychology, ensuring adequate greening and transportation. Just a short walk north from the community gates was a bus stop, and since there was an ancient city gate nearby, getting a taxi was convenient. The suburb’s foliage was lush in summer and verdant with holly and pines in autumn and winter. If not for its slightly remote location, the apartments here would definitely be in high demand.

"Would you like to see an apartment?"

Upon entering the sales hall, a sales lady approached them. Ye Tian was a bit surprised and glanced around. The surprise in his eyes faded, replaced by an understanding look. Theoretically, all the sales personnel should be young, beautiful, and well-educated, yet here, they were all women around thirty, well-maintained but inevitably showing their age. Ye Tian once read an article by Feng Lun in "Economic Times," citing an example regarding sales ladies at property sales centers.

Many would think the more youthful and beautiful the sales lady, the better, but Feng Lun had corrected this view, stating the best-performing sales lady resembled "an average-looking, married woman around 30 years old, about 1.65 meters tall, slightly chubby." These women, having significant life experiences— not from books but from vivid life itself—understood customers’ psychology well, whether the buyers were single or married, buying for themselves or as a wedding house, or if they had the financial capacity for larger, better houses.

It seems the property developer had a far-reaching vision, at least meticulous to such an extent in details, invariably also adept at handling bigger issues.

"Sir, what price range are you considering for the apartment? If it’s just for the two of you, you might consider our newly launched small apartments, thirty square meters. Though compact, they are cozy and comfortable. For medium-sized homes, you two might look at our family package services, offering seventy to ninety square meters with a parking space during the property’s validity. If you have elderly at home, then a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment would be the best..."

Indeed, the sales lady was quick-minded and eloquent, preempting the needs of customers of all ages, a level of thoughtful service not found anywhere else.

"Can we see the layout of the apartments here?" Tang Su asked while looking at the model in the sales hall, "I’d like to see what the real apartments look like."

"Of course, you can," responded a clear and crisp voice from behind. Ye Tian looked around; no one else responded, so it seemed this Miss Tang was his wife.

It was Tan Xin. A significant political piece on the Tan Family’s chessboard.

All eyes in the sales hall focused on this dazzling man, especially the sales ladies.

Ye Tian smiled and walked over, extending his hand. Tan Xin also smiled, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see."

Indeed, this sales center was very customer-friendly. The whole second floor was dedicated to clients’ rest and entertainment. Ye Tian saw people sitting at coffee tables, some reading newspapers or the sales brochures, and some children playing on slides in a small playground nearby.

This sales center was practically a comprehensive leisure area.

"Come to think of it, anyone who replaces all sales ladies with older women must surely be a talented young man. Seeing you now, it really shows."

"This is my sister’s operation; I’m just a name on it."

"Doesn’t your party principle forbid doing business?"

"I’m with the Min Alliance; those strict rules don’t apply to me. How’s the coffee?"

Ye Tian nodded, "I don’t know much about these, but I suppose it would taste good with some sugar."

Tan Xin and Ye Tian sat in front of a pristine, bright floor-to-ceiling window, a coffee table between them bathing in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Each had a coffee placed in front of them. Neither expected to meet each other here and now, especially with Tang Su in between them. Although both carefully avoided mentioning Tang Su’s name in their conversation, they were internally grappling with it.

It was a marriage everyone had high hopes for, even seen as a match made since childhood, but it was utterly complicated by Ye Tian’s sudden involvement. Being upset was an understatement, and feeling choked was undeniable, as any man would be intolerant of his beloved being taken by someone else. Now, to make matters worse, they’ve come to his company to buy an apartment.

"Actually, I’m quite jealous of you," Tan Xin regretted saying that as soon as it slipped out, promptly draining his cup of coffee.

Ye Tian looked at him, his face filled with complex emotions, a storm of unwillingness and inevitability brewing like the prelude to a tempest, unpredictable and hard to grasp.

This highly successful man couldn’t understand why Tang Su would choose Ye Tian. If she had chosen any other man, like some rich second generation or a high-ranking official, he might have quelled his unrest. But to be outdone by an unknown like Ye Tian was something he couldn’t accept or yield to.