The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 294

Chapter 294: 294

Mo Yan stopped talking; after all, she had already told her old man that if he dared to make things difficult for Ye Tian, she would take the big dog from the courtyard away. The old man values that dog more than his own granddaughter.

Stinky old man.

Mo Yan couldn’t help feeling resentful, yet her face didn’t betray any emotion. Women are born with the ability to say one thing and feel another—this was known since Confucius, who said, "Only the petty and women are difficult to nurture."

The car turned left and right, entered the city center, and turned left and right again. Just when Ye Tian felt impatient and leaned back in his seat to sleep, the car stopped at the entrance of an alley after taking the last turn.

"Are we here?"

Mo Yan unbuckled her seatbelt, not even giving him a direct glance, "Get out of the car."

Ye Tian didn’t hesitate either; he directly unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. The house wasn’t hard to find; there were only a few houses in this alley, and the most notable was the King Mansion. The plaque on the door had been removed—the plaque was considered a cultural relic and could generate negative effects. It had been replaced with a plaque that read "Family Harmony Brings Prosperity," a sign for civilian use.

"You’re not stupid."

Mo Yan still didn’t look up, bypassed Ye Tian, and walked to the door to push it open. Ye Tian followed closely behind.

"Guard Yan, where’s my grandfather?"

A man in a black suit standing in the courtyard pointed towards a house and then remained silent, still standing in a military posture, his face stern.

Ye Tian glanced at him, and the man watched him back with an equally vigilant gaze. Ye Tian didn’t make any sudden moves; he knew that this kind of bodyguard, protecting high-level officials, was akin to martial artists with great skills and excellent marksmanship, always keeping a loaded gun ready. Only a fool would provoke them.

"That’s him."

Hearing the voice, Ye Tian turned to see an elderly man with a spirited look standing behind Mo Yan, sizing him up with both hands on his cane. Ye Tian was indifferent, letting him look. After the man finished his inspection, he shook his head, "Full of the air of a bandit."

Is that supposed to be a judgment?

Ye Tian was neither annoyed nor angry; people like this have seen much of the world, if it’s someone like a general, they would have emerged from a bloodbath. Being looked over by such a person is not shameful.

Ye Tian was fine, but Mo Yan seemed a bit unhappy, pouting and remaining silent. Ye Tian was baffled; was this the same Mo Yan who was always decisive and assertive? Why was she pouting now? Ye Tian was confused.

"Are you Ye Tian?" the old man asked.

"Yes."

"Can you help me out?"

"Sure."

"Come over here and give me a back massage."

The old man sat on the rattan chair with a cushion taken from a radiator beneath him, looking very comfortable. The weather was nice today, perfect for basking in the sun.

Suddenly, Ye Tian thought this old man had a special vibe—very...cheap!

"How so, not willing?"

Ye Tian nodded, "Mm."

"Then you can leave."

"...What kind of massage therapy do you want to use?"

This old man is really annoying.

Under the sun, a vigorous young man was giving a massage to a white-haired old man, kneading the shoulders, the legs, and the feet. This picky old man even wanted his legs beaten, and after that, he wanted another round of kneading...

"How is it, feeling better?"

The old man squinted, enjoying himself, "Not bad, just a bit tough."

Tough?

"You’re so young, why keep so many things bottled up inside? What can really trouble a living person this much? Right?"

Ye Tian didn’t speak; he often said these words himself, but hearing them from someone else felt as tasteless as plain water.

"Just by looking at your face, I can tell what you’re thinking," watching Ye Tian standing straight, the old man squinted his eyes again, "You’re quite a character. I used quite a few connections just to check your file, yet I found nothing. Asked the wrong people, they ignored me. Asked the easy-going ones, they just laughed and said, ’Old man, don’t stir up trouble.’ Hey, I don’t understand, what kind of background could a young guy like you have? Could you really have popped out from a rock?"

Ye Tian stood motionless, letting the old man stare at him. The old man looked for a long time and said a lot, but ultimately, Ye Tian chose to stay.

As evening fell, Mo Yan was eating dinner in the east room of the courtyard house, the yard filled with inviting aromas, while the Mo Family’s old man quietly leaned in the rocking chair inside, listening to the radio, which was broadcasting "The Taking of Tiger Mountain."

Ye Tian was arranged by Mo Yan in a hotel in the downtown area, and at the moment, he was lying on the bed quietly staring at the ceiling.

It was the third time; just like that, he rolled out.

It’s cold in the north; winter is even colder; once December arrives, water turns to ice.

Starting last night, the weather had already started to seem gloomy, and judging by the looks of it, it was likely to snow. Sure enough, when Ye Tian woke up the next day, everything outside was blanketed in white.

The hotel Mo Yan found for Ye Tian wasn’t particularly good but wasn’t bad either; after all, it was in the city center, and it was hard to find even the less decent hotels there. Ye Tian, who hadn’t slept well, got up early, carelessly wiped his face with cold water - cold water stimulated him as he’s not used to hot water. Hot water’s hot, but cold water was just as intense, soothing his somewhat swollen, burning eyes instantly and fully waking his blurry consciousness.

His clothes had a smell. Ye Tian shook them out but still wore them, took his room card, and headed straight to the alley from yesterday, searching for the King Mansion. Ye Tian wasn’t foolish; if someone had brought him all the way here, there must be something they needed him to do, even if he wasn’t sure exactly what.

Ye Tian didn’t consider it late to rise at just before 7 am, the sky still not completely bright, but there were others up earlier than him. The streets and lanes were filled with breakfast stalls, and the snow had been swept into patches, clearing areas for stalls. There were snowplows on the main roads, but these small lanes in the alleys were nobody’s concern – everyone just clears the snow in front of their own doors, an honest saying indeed.

Ye Tian pulled a cigarette from his pocket; recently, his craving for cigarettes inexplicably grew. Since getting back to the hotel yesterday, he had been smoking, going through two packs in one night, and the sight of all those cigarette butts had even shocked him. Just a few steps into the alley, he saw someone coming towards him in a black slim-fit down jacket, striking against the white snow.

"So early?"

Ye Tian looked behind and then at Mo Yan, not saying a word.

Mo Yan looked at the clothes on him, still the suit he wore to his wedding, just a shirt underneath despite being touted for warmth, barely more than a layer of fleece, utterly useless in the dead of winter.