The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 37 - Can’t Drag You Down

37: Chapter 37: Can’t Drag You Down

37 -37: Can’t Drag You Down

“I shouldn’t have saved you, it would have been better if that old man had chopped off your head with a knife!” Watching Ye Tian pop grapes into his mouth one by one, Song Qian said coldly.

Ye Tian chuckled and stopped talking, contently enjoying the taste of the grapes, his expression that of an annoying jerk.

“Given by that nurse?” Moving her gaze away from Ye Tian, Song Qian then noticed a bunch of flowers on the table.

Ye Tian continued eating grapes, ignoring her.

Seemingly having found a point to strike at Ye Tian, Song Qian sneered, “These flowers aren’t much good, Chrysanthemum and white lily, clearly flowers meant for the Dead Man.

Ye Tian, seems like you’re not well-liked here.”

“Pfft.” Ye Tian spat out a grape skin mixed with seeds, “The young lady doesn’t have that leisure, these were sent by our dear police uncle, saying they’re to wish me a swift recovery, to enjoy sheer bliss.”

It was Liu Zheng.

Song Qian’s expression suddenly became unnatural, as if she had done something guilty, her heart feeling empty.

No, why am I feeling guilty, it’s not like I asked him to come, and besides, I even saved this jerk’s life, why should I feel guilty?

I’m the police, why should I feel uncomfortable about having issues with a bar thug and my colleague, who does he think he is!

Other than being good at babbling and amusing women, what else does he have, why should I…

“Don’t overthink it, I reckon your position as captain has probably been taken away already.

Listen to me, take advantage of this time you have, go out and enjoy the great landscapes, appreciate the beauty of spring and autumn, comfort your prematurely aging girlish heart, why live each day as if burdened with deep grudges, isn’t everything just…

Biting her remarks back due to Ye Tian’s eyes, Song Qian swallowed the rest of her words, “Ye Tian, don’t think that this will stop me from investigating you, the last bank robbery case isn’t over.

I think with your brain, you must have figured out what’s going on in these waters, but I’ll leave my words here—something big is definitely going to happen in Huaizhou City.

I’m not thinking about promotions or nobility, that’s not my pursuit as Song Qian, I merely want to secure peace for the people here, and let me tell you, I always felt the last case was just the prelude to a storm.

I am pestering you only to try eliminating or reducing the upcoming storm, even if it means sacrificing myself, including my life.”

Here we go again.

Ye Tian deeply despised such pretentious talk; honestly, he thought, these words weren’t as effective as a brick.

How much impact can a small-time cop like you have, do you know how deep the waters you are stepping into are?

Whoever enters, drowns!

“Captain Song…”

“Don’t ‘Captain Song’ me, I’m now just an ordinary officer.”

Ye Tian smiled, tossed the leftover grape stems into the trash can nearby, and continued, “Officer Song, you know as well as I do how many police in Huaxia are just filling their chairs without real action, and not to mention far-off places, let’s just talk about our Huaizhou City, oh, him then.”

Song Qian followed his gaze, spotting the pot of flowers, yellow and white mixed, typical funeral flowers.

“Looking at how people around him behave, he must be some character in your police department, right?

If not a chief, then some official’s kin.

You don’t need to look at me like that; the bar scene has all sorts of people, with his manners, I see dozens like him every day.

Arrogant, dismissive of others, and that one…

that one with the quite small eyes, I don’t know his name but seeing him almost ready to kneel and lick that official’s progeny’s toes, he clearly is the type who would do anything to climb up.”

It was Zhang Zhiqiang, Song Qian thought of those gleaming, squinting eyes, and felt a chill in her heart.

“I didn’t bring this up with any other intention, Captain…

Chief Song, I just wanted you to see some reality clearly.

The words I said on the bridge that day, although you slapped me, I don’t think I said anything wrong.

I take back my judgment of you, you are a good police officer, but I still have to say today, relying on your so-called sense of responsibility and honor, is utterly useless in solving cases.”

“Phew!” Song Qian sighed, “So you still don’t plan to help me, huh?”

Ye Tian nodded his head.

“Slap!” The same slap, crisp and loud, the strength well controlled, numbing half of his face.

Watching Song Qian’s retreating figure, Ye Tian shook his head and leaned against the pillow, blankly staring at the whitened ceiling.

Thinking of Gongsun, whose organs were shattered, standing behind him, Ye Tian felt a chill down his neck.

If it weren’t for Song Qian’s gunshot, he might have really been done for.

Surviving a great disaster, there must be a next time!

A life, this is a life!

You saved my life, how could I drag you down with me.

Hehe.

A legend appeared in Huaizhou City Hospital.

This legend involves a young man who specifically plays chess with others, possessing astonishing chess skills, unbeatable by anyone in the hospital, and he has a rule for playing chess, which is to bet on stories, not just money or goods.

The deposit is two hundred yuan, and if the opponent wins, they can take the money, but if they lose, they have to tell him a story.

The theme of the story must be about the urban transformation of Huaizhou City in the past ten years, as long as it is related in any way, there’s also a parenthesis stating: Preferably about the sewage system or building construction.

Once the news broke out, the hospital’s small park was crowded every day, not for anything else, but to see what this young man, rumored to be grandmaster-level, actually looked like.

At the same time, there was the slim hope of defeating the legend.

Of course, that person was Ye Tian.

“Check again.” The chess piece moved lightly; though it was his own general and he had a great advantage, the way he moved the piece showed no impatience or arrogance, only full composure and steadiness.

Ye Tian was dressed in a white hospital gown, sitting boldly at the stone table, appearing somewhat thin against the backdrop of the hospital gown, yet having a distinct charisma.

Opposite him was an old man with presbyopia glasses, who lowered his head and leaned forward for a long time, finally pouting like a child, “Why did you move that piece?

It shouldn’t be…”

Ye Tian smiled slightly, bowing his fists in courtesy, with two attractive dimples forming at the corners of his mouth, “Grandpa Sun, thank you for letting me win.”

“Haha, Ye is very modest, why do you always mess with me?” Grandpa Sun adjusted his slipping glasses, glanced impatiently to the side, glaring with eyes that seemed almost threatening.