The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 38 - Can’t Tell What
38: Chapter 38 Can’t Tell What
38 -38 Can’t Tell What
That was Grandpa Sun’s wife.
She glanced at Ye Tian, smiled awkwardly, and Ye Tian as usual, smiled and nodded in response.
“Are you leaving or not?
You’ve delayed your hospital discharge by a week just to play chess here!”
“What’s the rush?
Isn’t the old Wang next door extending his stay by half a month?
I don’t care, I’ll leave whenever he does!”
“You…”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Ye Tian shook his head with a smile, and when he looked up again, he saw a familiar face in the crowd, so he bowed his hands and said, “Grandpa Sun, let’s stop here for today, but you have to keep that story for me.” After speaking, he stood up, bowed to the onlookers, and then left.
By the stone table, the old couple was still bickering and the old men continued their chess battle.
Ye Tian felt complicated about her arrival, a mix of soy sauce, vinegar, chili, garlic, Sichuan peppercorn, star anise…
truly, a complete mix of flavors.
“How did you know I was here?” Walking along the small path paved with red bricks in the park, Ye Tian strolled with the young lady in a floral dress.
“Just need a mouth under a nose, just ask.”
“Who did you ask?”
“Your manager.
He said you were sick, so you were here.”
“Zhu Youzhi?
You’re quite capable.” Ye Tian was slightly surprised.
“Hehe, I think so too.”
During Ye Tian’s absence from the bar, three people asked about his whereabouts from Zhu Youzhi: Wang Qiang, Gou Xuan, and a young lady.
Compared to the other two men, Zhu Youzhi remembered this young lady because of the green identification card she took out from her pocket.
In the days that followed, whenever he mentioned this incident, Zhu Youzhi would smack his lips, “To have seen that thing once in my life is worth it.”
This young lady was named Gu Yue, the girl in the white T-shirt that Ye Tian had saved that day at the bar.
“Why did you think of me?
What, did those two bastards bother you again?” Ye Tian asked with a smile, his tone casual, obviously joking.
“They dare!” Her little fists were clenched tightly, and the cherry-like little nose had wrinkles from anger, looking rather cute.
“Is that for you?” Ye Tian looked back, a tall and burly man stood rooted to the spot like a large tree.
Gu Yue gave the man behind her a disdainful look, her previously angry expression suddenly became a bit downcast, “Brother Tian, I’m sorry, I can only walk you this far today, I have to go home.” After speaking, Gu Yue pouted and looked back three times with each step as she walked towards the tall man, her pitiful expression akin to a stray kitten, evoking sympathy.
Waving his hand as a goodbye, not until the figures of the big and the small had disappeared around the corner did Ye Tian lower his hand.
Beneath his loose hospital gown was his restless heart.
Sitting on the nearby bench, Ye Tian closed his eyes; he needed to start going over and adjusting his next plan.
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Beiping City has its courtyards, Huaizhou City has its Church buildings.
During the period of the Republic, Huaizhou City was designated by Western missionaries as Church Capital, akin to a headquarters, so a significant number of churches were built here.
The quantity and concentration were great, and what’s more valuable is that these churches were not greatly affected by wars, so many have been preserved to this day.
Nowadays, these churches have been modified and rebuilt, becoming the residences of most wealthy people, with a single doorway to each deep, spacious compound.
Those who could live here were either rich or noble, and it was said that many of them were significant figures.
As for how significant, that was immeasurable.
In this area concentrated with Church buildings, an ordinary sedan, an Audi A6L, drove up.
After registering with the security guard, the wooden barrier was lifted, and the car went through two streets, entering a compound.
Circling around a white-domed church, the car arrived at the backyard.
A young girl in a floral dress stepped out of the car.
Her angry demeanor was evident in her stride.
The car continued to move, passing through a white fence gate covered in hedges and stopped in the backyard.
In front of it was a plain house with green bricks and red tiles, slightly out of place with the grand white domed building in the front courtyard.
The driver stepped out.
He was tall, at least two meters, exuding vitality.
He approached a brown wooden door and gently knocked twice.
The gentle knocks seemed cautious compared to his massive frame, and it felt somewhat awkward.
A weathered voice came from inside the house, “Come in.”
The interior was simple—a bed, a hard one, and a large desk filled with various documents.
Beyond that, there was nothing else.
“Master.”
“Hmm, where’s the young miss?” Though he spoke, the white-haired old man did not cease his work; an old-fashioned fountain pen continued to write and sketch.
It was clear that the wear marks on the pen were not decorations.
“The young miss has returned to her room.
You don’t have to worry.”
“She’s angry, right?”
The towering figure did not speak, only watched the old man work.
“Being watched like a spy every day, she would be annoyed even if I’m not.
Angry…
she should be.
Did you see that young man, how was he?” Only when he brought this up did the old man stop his pen, put a cap on it, removed his reading glasses, and rubbed his tired eyes.
However, the undercurrent of lethal intent in his eyes was strong, clearly a resolute old figure.
“Master, you must take care of your health.”
“No need to worry,” he sipped some tea from a white teacup bearing chipped paint that read “Serve the People,” “Tell me, I am rather curious to know whether this man who has caught my granddaughter’s interest has three heads and six arms or is an immortal descended from the heavens.”
“Master, there wasn’t enough time to see anything.”
Upon hearing this, the old man gave the giant a look, which made him uneasy for a moment, “Tuzi, do you know what you’re worst at?”
The man called Tuzi did not reply.
“Your parents named you Zhang Houtu, to ordinary people this name merely suggests living honestly, but to me, your parents put a lot of thought into it.
Among Huaxia’s four great surnames—Zhang, Wang, Li, and Zhao—Zhang Family comes first, given by God.
Houtu, the earth feeds billions of people; they say ‘Heaven is the King,’ but to me, this vast earth is the true king.” As he spoke, the old man stamped his foot on the ground.
In this room, there were no floor boards, just plain yellow earth.
