The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 287

Chapter 287: 287

"I didn’t say it annoyed me." She spoke in the tone of an irritated young girl.

Old Master Mo said nothing, taking a seat in the wicker chair under the eaves. It was very comfortable to sit in during the summer; come winter, Mo Yan would place a woolen blanket on it so one could sit without catching a chill and enjoy some sunlight. Quite nice, really. The old man sat there, hands propping his walking stick, squinting up at the sky for a moment before turning his gaze to his granddaughter squatting on the steps. There were only three steps, so the distance between them was quite close.

After retiring, Old Master Mo didn’t live in the Central South Sea but moved into a quadrangle courtyard home here instead, known to only a handful of people and bodyguards. Although Mo Yan and Mo Yu were of similar age, they weren’t often seen together. No one knew they were birthed by the same mother, let alone twin sisters, with such a difference in character. Mo Yu was lively and outgoing, enjoying her time outdoors and rarely visiting; Mo Yan was quite the opposite. Despite being busy, she would take the time to sit here more often, checking in on her grandfather and the large wolfhound in the courtyard.

The bond between granddaughter and grandfather was something beyond the reach of others.

"Are you in trouble?"

Mo Yan knew. Nothing could escape the old man’s keen observation; a mere squint, and he could see right through a person. He could chat and laugh with a few old generals, not to mention deal with this adolescent girl. No matter how impressive she might appear to others, in the elder’s eyes, a child was still a child. Big talk or not, a child needed guidance.

Mo Yan remained silent, still looking down at the large wolfhound lying on the ground. She tried to disguise her inner thoughts with this silence, even though this old man easily poked through it every time.

No need to say it; she was definitely in trouble. The walking stick shifted to the old man’s right hand, his left tapping on the armrest of the wicker chair, fingers drumming continuously like raindrops falling from the eaves. This was his habitual movement when pondering or considering matters, a means to engage his brain in logical thinking, like a clockwork mechanism. There was not a moment’s delay.

Finally, when his fingers stopped, the squinting eyes opened as well.

Perhaps finding the silence too boring, Mo Yan stood up, turned around, and said, "I’m going now. I’ll come see you another day." Without even turning around, she waved her hand as she walked down the steps, always bouncing and jumping like a harmless young girl, hiding all her emotions inside. She wasn’t grand, just unheard. In a family crawling with experts and filled with strong individuals, anyone who complained about hardship and exhaustion would be deeply scorned. As a member of the Mo Family, did you really expect any easy days?

"Hey, Old Tu’er, I’m off. I’ll come see you again later," she said without turning back, waving her hand as a goodbye.

"Wait."

Mo Yan was stopped by Old Tu’er and turned around, "What’s up? You’re not feeling lonely and cold even at your age, are you?"

"Nonsense!"

Mo Yan stuck out her tongue, not seeming afraid.

"Come here, let’s have a talk," beckoned the old man. Mo Yan hesitated for a moment but approached regardless, this time taking a seat on the steps instead of squatting. The third step wasn’t high, so when she sat on it, her feet rested comfortably on the ground.

"Tell me about that guy you were interested in last time. How’s that going?"

Bored, Mo Yan nudged the wolfhound’s ear with her shoe. The dog shook its head and continued to lie on the ground, "It’s going well. He’s climbing up fast and generally meets our expectations. It’s just, in the political arena, I’m afraid he doesn’t have much of a future."

"We’ve blazed the trail in politics; he just needs to follow the path he should."

There was a cold edge to this, and Mo Yan frowned, "Old Tu’er, perhaps we don’t need to put all our bets on just one person."

"I never said all our fortunes should be wagered on him. But, as it stands, he is indeed the best candidate to take the position. Carrying the weight of major national cases, and with the Sixth Bureau keeping a close eye on him, who else but him? It’s such a waste not to use such prime material. No one else will do; it has to be him!" The old man’s words were definitive, and he seemed to say them deliberately for Mo Yan sitting on the steps, his eyes meaningfully fixed on her.

Indeed, after a moment of silence, Mo Yan turned back to meet the old man’s gaze which was fixed on her.

"Goodness, glaring at your grandfather for someone else. This granddaughter I’ve raised surely isn’t worth much." Old Tu’er curled his lip and angled his head to the side, displaying a clear child-like demeanor. Likely used to such antics, Mo Yan looked down casually and started toying with the wolfhound’s ear with her toe.

After about a minute of stalemate, the old man turned to look at her again, sighing silently to himself. This wasn’t good at all. The old-timer’s experience was showing. He could tell at a glance that his granddaughter had developed feelings for this guy named Ye Tian.

Initially, after coming back, Mo Yan would talk to him about this Ye Tian fellow, generally about the stuff he was involved in, his character, and so on. They would often discuss this man, who had a legendary aura about him, focusing on how to settle, cultivate, and ultimately exploit him to maximize his usefulness. It could be said that Ye Tian had become an integral part of their perfect plan. However, later on, phrases like "He really has it tough" and "He is a good husband" began to creep into Mo Yan’s dialogue about Ye Tian, and discussions about him gradually declined until the point where this youngster would come and play with the dog rather than talk. Playing with the dog and ignoring the old man made him a tad jealous.

"Old Tu’er, is he irreplaceable?"

"Irreplaceable."

Mo Yan shivered, "Can’t be, can it? How about I find you someone else? There’s no shortage of people in Huaxia."

"There are many people, but few are suitable. It has to be him." As he spoke, the old man kept his gaze on Mo Yan, hoping she would turn to look at him once more, willing to go out of his way for her.

"Sigh, if it really doesn’t work..." Mo Yan’s sentence trailed off, and she stopped herself, leaning over and continuously stroking the wolfhound’s sleek and glossy fur, enjoying the smooth texture.

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