The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 305

Chapter 305: 305

"You’re not being honest, are you? This morning you told me you’d be back in a few days, and now it’s changed to half a month. Do you want me to bring the brothers over for a showdown? We don’t have much, but we do have a few brothers who dare to fight and can take a punch."

"Nothing of the sort! That’s all for now, you handle the situation at home. Oh, any news on Xu Qingyang?"

"None. Ye Tian, isn’t it overdoing it a bit, just like that..."

"It’s nothing, just asking. Hanging up."

After hanging up, Ye Tian turned around and leaned on the telephone booth, his stiff suit now like cold armor, chilling to look at. Ye Tian lit a cigarette, glanced around through the grey smoke; it was desolate. With the year-end approaching, the city was getting more festive. Among the myriad of lights, which wasn’t brighter than the cigarette in his hand?

Taking a drag, the cigarette tip brightened up a bit but quickly dimmed down again.

...

"Old Mo, this Zhang Bin you have isn’t simple, huh?"

"What simple or not simple. The girl brought him back, said he’s a college classmate, humph, even dares to deceive me, if they’re dating just admit it, but hiding it from me. Just looking at that boy I feel uneasy, he’s so timorous, sees people and doesn’t even fart, how is he going to get by in society, humph!"

It might have been something unpleasant he ate, Old Man Mo spat twice, several bits of bone spat out onto the table. Old Man Chen across the table looked at him meaningfully without a word, his eyes squinting like a slit.

While they were talking, the gate in the yard rang, perhaps Mo Yan had returned. Old Man Mo paused, then looked at the opposite side, "Don’t tell her what I was saying to you."

"Uh-huh."

Old Man Mo watched the TV, a few minutes went by and still no one came in; he craned his neck and saw the light on in the west wing, that was Mo Yan’s room.

The old man thought for a moment, probably she had fallen asleep, he didn’t continue his complaints, and the two old men chatted and watched TV. Less than half an hour later, Old Man Chen yawned, waved his hand, rubbed his eyes, "Can’t do it, I am dozing off. Old Mo, I’ll head back now, I’ll be moving over in a couple of days, you’d better take care of me."

"I was wondering why you came today, it turns out you are here to maintain relations, afraid that I would bully you?"

"Who knows. Back in military school, I never won against you."

"That’s right. Alright, you better go now. I’m nodding off too."

Old Man Chen gave him a look, "Listen to you, teasing me. Oh, and stop eating these unprocessed things..."

Speaking of this, Old Man Mo waved his hand impatiently, "Alright alright, I know, you’re always nagging."

People like these retired leaders, their food supply has its own sources, green and pollution-free, more importantly, safe, but sometimes they are picky and have peculiar tastes, so it’s better to turn a blind eye.

Mo Yan and the old man were alike, they weren’t squeamish about food. People grow up eating grains, everything sterilized and disinfected might as well drink disinfectant.

Just as he stepped out the door, the muddled look in Old Man Chen’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp, wolf-like wisdom, "Chao, keep an eye on that Zhang Bin." After giving the order, a black Audi A6 appeared timely at the entrance of the alley, a car designated for government use. The two got into the car, silently disappearing into the night.

...

After one sleepless night, Ye Tian’s eyes were red again. How could he sleep? The longer he dragged on here, the less secure he became, who knew when those people would show up, all living on the edge, playing for their lives, who knew by how much they differed from each other.

Washing his face refreshed him considerably. After having two sugared fried breads and old tofu at a stall by the door, Ye Tian felt much calmer after eating. He returned to the hotel to contemplate his next steps.

The intentions of that woman Mo Yan were unclear to Ye Tian, but he could roughly guess the direction she was headed—it was all about being someone’s hired hand. After some thought, Ye Tian decided he should visit the courtyard house again. It was not a good idea to keep dragging this on. They might afford the delay, but he couldn’t. Without further ado, he prepared to leave, determined to at least see Tang Su this time, since matters of life and death were most agonizing.

Before he could step out, the doorbell rang.

Through the peephole, Mo Yan stood at the door, carrying a bunch of clothes, breathing out white vapor in the cold air outside. The clothes were all furry, designed for warmth.

"These are for you." Seeing Ye Tian, Mo Yan immediately stuffed the clothes she was carrying into his hands, her breath steaming in the air as she rubbed her hands and entered the room. Snow from her boots melted quickly on the floor, leaving puddles of water.

Shutting the door behind her, Ye Tian threw the clothes onto the bed, his voice cold, "Miss Mo, I want to know when I can finally see Susu."

"Won’t you pour me a glass of water?"

"No. You answer first. Then I’ll pour you one."

Tsk! Mo Yan rolled her eyes at him and got up to pour water herself. Shaking the kettle, she said, "No water?"

Ye Tian nodded.

"I’ll boil some water."

Plugging in the electric kettle, it showed no response. She unplugged and replugged it, still no response. "Is there no electricity?"

This time, Ye Tian didn’t respond and instead walked to the bed, picked up a thick coat, and put it on over his suit, wrapping it around him fully, "Let’s go."

"Where to?"

"To get you some water."

Saying it was for water, Ye Tian indeed meant water. He led Mo Yan to a bank next to the hotel, which offered free barrel water.

"You really did bring me for water?"

"What else?"

Mo Yan glared at him, then turned to leave. Good intentions taking for granted can vex anyone. Unexpectedly, Ye Tian grabbed her arm, "Are you meddling?"

Meddling? What meddling?

"Sit here for a moment; you’ll know soon."

Ye Tian released Mo Yan and sat down on the steel-made chairs in the bank lobby reserved for clients, which felt quite cold. He pulled down two newspapers from the pile and cushioned the seat with them, gesturing for Mo Yan to sit beside him. Seeing his considerate act, Mo Yan felt a slight touch of affection, but reminded that these habits were cultivated for Tang Su, she felt suddenly foolish and her face fell, sitting down silently. That made Ye Tian somewhat uneasy—her face seemed as long as she was sitting.

What trouble could there be this early in the morning? Mo Yan waited to see what tricks Ye Tian might play.

Soon, at nine o’clock, an old lady arrived, her skin dry and scrawny, her face heavily wrinkled, thin white hair wild as weeds on barren land, revealing no original color in her crumpled cotton-padded coat with shiny black oil stains crusting on the cuffs, around her neck hung a piece of gray cardboard which was written with "Debt Collection" in chalk.

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