The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 29 - It Looks Quite Tragic

29: Chapter 29: It Looks Quite Tragic

29 -29: It Looks Quite Tragic

A piercing gaze, like a scalpel used in hospitals for dissection—slender and sharp, resembling a willow leaf.

“Sorry, I…

didn’t quite catch what you said,” Ye Tian turned around, unwilling to face those eyes any longer, leaning over the railing to watch the tranquil flow of the Huaihe River.

“You understand very well what I’m saying.

Although I’m not clear about your identity, I have a rough idea.

Ye Tian, I don’t want to ask anything of you here, I just hope you can tell me about the last criminal that day.”

“And who are you to have a say in this matter?” The voice was uninterested.

“Ye Tian, I’d like you to watch your tone when you speak.

I’m the captain of the municipal criminal police, and I have the authority…”

“The captain of the criminal police—how much money was involved?

Or does your family have a high-ranking relative?

In my opinion, if it’s not you who’s the fool, then it’s your family.

Of all the positions, they chose to put you here, in such an ungrateful job.

Hehe, criminal police?

Sounds fancy, but it’s just laborious.

What’s that, you don’t like what I’m saying?

Captain Song, if I’m not mistaken, your superiors have surely told you something like ‘Prohibition against private conversations with Ye Tian,’ right?

You don’t need to say anything; I can tell from your eyes that I’m right.” The words were a sharp dagger, painfully striking to the bone.

Song Qian looked at this man with a calm face and a buzz cut, feeling as if there was a massive stone choking her chest, exceptionally uncomfortable.

“Captain Song, I don’t mean anything by what I said.

I assure you, I have not done anything against our nation and its people, not in the past, not now, nor will I in the future.

I respect the high sense of responsibility you maintain for your cases, but please do not disturb my life.

As a parting word, investigation relies on evidence.

The notion of ‘intuition’ is the least reliable.”

“Also, no offense, but I have no trust in the police, especially our people’s officers.

If you think you can solve cases with just a sense of responsibility or a passion for the police uniform, I suggest you take advantage of your youth, travel around our great country, and then find someone to marry.

It’s not worth it to sacrifice your prime years for the title of ‘police.'”

The riverbank was lined with newly planted willows that hadn’t grown big; many had already been snapped halfway, looking…

quite pitiful.

All of a sudden, Ye Tian felt he had perhaps been too harsh, but upon further reflection, it seemed necessary.

Looking at the willows by the river, Ye Tian sighed, “Officer Song, this matter is not as simple as you imagine.

Since somebody else is handling it, you may as well save yourself the worry.

See those willows?

They were all fine when planted, but in the end, only a few survived.

Why?

Fate.”

“Ye Tian.”

That voice…

was somewhat shaky.

Ye Tian turned around…

“Slap!”

The blow was powerful and the sound sharp.

The first encounter between Ye Tian and Song Qian ended with a slap to the face.

Ye Tian constantly reminded himself that this wasn’t the Middle East battleground or the deserts of North Africa.

Here, there were no vile enemies and rivals, nor the freedom or dash to shoot somebody and dash away.

If anything happened, it could only be resolved step by step, with no possibility of silently taking a shot with a Barrett sniper or bursting away with a Gatling gun.

This was Huaxia, not a battlefield, and his violent heart had to ultimately calm down.

The peaceful waters of the Huaihe flowed quietly.

Ye Tian touched his still burning cheek, feeling wronged as he twisted the corner of his mouth in sulking, “Still a police officer, huh?

Can’t take a few harsh words.”

The bar’s business usually lasts until around one in the morning.

When closing time came, Ye Tian was the last to leave, checking every nook and cranny for any mistakes before walking out.

Wang Qiang noticed this, but it was etched deeply into his heart.

This young man, who at most looked in his early twenties, had a mindset as solid and meticulous as an aged clock, impeccable and unfathomable.

“Did you notice anything?” Ye Tian asked abruptly as he stepped out of the bar.

Wang Qiang, who had just locked the glass door of the bar, was caught off guard.

“I’m asking, what did you notice?

Damn!

Forgot my lighter again.” Ye Tian muttered, cursing, with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Click”—a gentle sound, a pale blue flame wavered; it was Wang Qiang’s doing.

In the glow of the flame, Ye Tian saw an ordinary face with a scar on the eyebrow, concealed by a trendy hairstyle where the sides were shaved, leaving longer hair slanted across the top to cover the forehead.

But this couldn’t hide from Ye Tian’s eyes.

Wang Qiang flicked the lighter, sweating bullets under Ye Tian’s brief, intense stare, “Brother Tian?”

“Hmm,” Ye Tian took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it back into the pack, sighing, “Never mind, not going to smoke.

Been too irritable these days, smoking will only make it worse.

Oh, and come early tomorrow.

I’m worried those two guys might have more tricks up their sleeves; no one here likes to be on the losing end.”

Wang Qiang nodded, watching Ye Tian walk away.

He then tucked away the Zippo lighter, his palm already soaked with cold sweat.

He wasn’t stupid; the lighter worth over five hundred yuan might be prized by others, but in Ye Tian’s presence, it was denied even the privilege to light a cigarette.

He knew it wasn’t the lighter’s fault but his own.

In that moment, Wang Qiang felt a twinge of regret, as if he had just missed a chance to change his life.

Ye Tian rented a room in a civilian house, where an elderly couple in their sixties still lived, holding on stubbornly as nail households.

They had a cherished grandson, an eight-year-old with a spirited appearance.

Their children worked in the west of the city and rarely returned home, maybe once in six months.

The house had a spare room; initially, renting it out seemed like a chance for company, but knowing that Ye Tian worked in a bar and led a nocturnal lifestyle made them hesitant.

In the end, however, the lively wife persuaded, “Having another person means one more opportunity.

With just the two of us, holding on to this house might be difficult.” And so, Ye Tian moved in as the fourth ‘nail’ in the small courtyard compound.

The moon was full and bright, outshining the street lamps.

Without anything to tell the time, Ye Tian wasn’t sure what hour it was.

But since it was past one when he left the bar and after walking for such a long time, it was probably close to two.

The elderly slept lightly, and not wishing to disturb them, Ye Tian didn’t open the door.

Those two rusty iron gates were so old that even a gentle push created a loud noise.

Ye Tian looked around, seeing no one, then took a light run-up.

The old blue-brick wall was more than two meters high.

With a couple of deft movements, his shoe soles created a slight friction sound against the wall.

With one arm bracing himself, he vaulted over lightly, landing without a sound.