Chapter Eight: My Employer Is a Beautiful Woman

“Mr. Long, are you the best at fighting? No, no, what I mean is, Mr. Long, you’re skilled in combat, right?” Wang Haitao quickly corrected himself.

“As for anything else, I’m not too sure, but from what President Ye said, you’re here on a friend’s recommendation. President Ye wants you to be his bodyguard! And don’t worry about your salary—you’ll definitely be paid more than enough,” Wang Haitao said with a bit of pride.

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Long Fei refused flatly.

Long Fei was looking for a job, and being a bodyguard did sound decent, but he had no interest in guarding Ye Wentian. He wasn’t short on cash; he certainly wasn’t going to take a tiresome job just for a high salary. If it were to be a bodyguard for a beautiful woman, he wouldn’t mind not getting paid at all—he’d even pay for the privilege.

“Mr. Long, what do you mean by this? If I said something wrong, please forgive me. But President Ye is sincerely trying to hire you. You have no idea how worried he’s been about his wife’s and daughter’s safety lately—oh, what am I telling you all this for? How about this: I’ll take you to the company, and President Ye can speak to you himself, all right?” Wang Haitao was getting anxious; Long Fei was being unusually uncooperative.

“Wait a second—what exactly are you saying? Make it clear. Am I supposed to be President Ye’s bodyguard or his daughter’s?” Long Fei’s interest was piqued; the old man seemed to be glossing over the details.

“It’s President Ye who’s hiring you, but you’re to protect his wife and daughter,” Wang Haitao hurried to explain. There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes as he looked at Long Fei, clearly dissatisfied with his attitude.

“How old is President Ye?” Long Fei inquired.

Wang Haitao was puzzled. “He’s in his forties. Why are you interested in President Ye’s age?”

“All right, I accept!” Long Fei grinned shamelessly, agreeing without hesitation.

If the father was in his forties, then the daughter couldn’t be more than twenty-something—that was an ideal age. Wang Haitao was a bit perplexed. “Didn’t you just refuse a moment ago?”

Though Wang Haitao spoke quietly, Long Fei heard him clearly. Climbing into the car, he grumbled, “Why are you so long-winded? It’s like you’re the one hiring me. Hurry up and drive—take me to meet my employer, and we can talk on the way.”

I should at least have a look at this Ye family girl—if she turns out to look like Sister Furong,* don’t blame me for backing out then!

Ye Wentian received Wang Haitao’s call and, upon learning that Long Fei would arrive at the company soon, immediately canceled a few appointments and hurried from the eighteenth floor down to the lobby. As he walked out of the elevator, he spotted Long Fei at once.

Ignoring the greetings from the receptionists in the lobby, Ye Wentian strode straight toward Long Fei, grabbed both his hands in excitement, and said, “Ah, Long Fei, you’re finally here! Let’s go—I’ll take you home right away. From now on, my wife’s and daughter’s safety is in your hands!”

There was little hair left on Ye Wentian’s head, fitting the phrase “bald as a cue ball,” but his face was glowing with health and energy. His eyes shone with intelligence, as if they could see through everything in the world—it was no wonder he’d managed to build the Ye Group into its current scale in just twenty years.

Long Fei had no idea how Ye Wentian even knew who he was, but seeing the man’s eagerness to bring him home, he didn’t ask further. He simply smiled and followed him outside. The driver had already brought the car around, accompanied by several of Ye Wentian’s bodyguards. Long Fei’s sharp eyes quickly assessed that at least two of the bodyguards had special forces backgrounds—their skills were certainly formidable.

As for the driver, he appeared to be in his forties and was clearly even more capable than the bodyguards.

This puzzled Long Fei—if Ye Wentian had so many experts protecting his family, why the need for extra security? And why had he been hired so suddenly? There had to be more to the story.

The first possibility was that Ye Wentian had made powerful enemies who now threatened his family.

The second was that Ye Wentian had secrets of his own.

The third possibility was… well, Long Fei came up with countless scenarios, but the truth turned out to be something else.

It was in the car that Ye Wentian finally explained the situation to Long Fei.

Recently, a group of mysterious experts had made several attempts to kidnap Ye Wentian’s family. After three ambushes, not only had Ye Wentian lost dozens of bodyguards, but he’d also lost all confidence in their abilities.

At that time, a friend recommended Long Fei—this friend was, of course, Uncle Fu. Ye Wentian trusted Uncle Fu implicitly, believing that anyone he recommended would be reliable. That was why he treated Long Fei with such respect.

Knowing Uncle Fu was behind the introduction, Long Fei’s suspicions faded considerably. As for why Ye Wentian had made enemies, or the identities of those behind the attacks, Long Fei decided it wasn’t important. What mattered was that he was about to become the Ye family’s personal bodyguard. The thought of protecting two beautiful women every day filled him with delight—he didn’t even notice the flash of annoyance in Ye Wentian’s eyes.

Long Fei spotted photos of Ye Wentian’s wife and daughter as soon as he got in the car—both were indeed beautiful.

A family portrait was displayed in a prominent spot, evidence of Ye Wentian’s deep affection for his family and his strong sense of home.

Just as Long Fei had imagined, a man of Ye Wentian’s status—someone whose every move could shake Shanghai, even the entire country’s business world—naturally lived in a villa.

Ye Wentian’s villa was on the southwestern edge of Shanghai, next to Sheshan. The surroundings were tranquil and the villa itself was built into the hillside, encircled by high walls. In fact, it resembled an old manor more than a modern villa.

The entrance bore the bold inscription “Dream Garden,” immediately catching the eye. Even from a distance, Long Fei could sense that there were nearly fifty bodyguards stationed throughout the property, all of them far more skilled than the average special forces operative. This surprised Long Fei—even Ye Wentian’s ability to recruit so many experts was impressive!

Although Dream Garden wasn’t a famous name in Shanghai, certainly not as well-known as Shimao Manor or the Sheshan Golf Villas, Long Fei was certain that its value was no less than either of those prestigious estates.

After getting out of the car, the bodyguards stayed behind while the middle-aged driver accompanied Ye Wentian and Long Fei through a quiet garden path, past an artificial lake, around an open-air plaza, and finally into the two-story villa’s grand hall.

“Daddy, you’re finally home! I’m so bored—I’m about to die from it! School’s about to start in a few days and I haven’t had the chance to go out and have fun this summer. Will you take me out? Huh—who are you?”

A pretty girl, her looks mixing charm with mischief, bounded up to them, first whining to Ye Wentian, then, upon noticing Long Fei, eyeing him with obvious displeasure.

This was Ye Wentian’s daughter, Ye Qian. Perhaps because she was at home, the girl wore only a pink set of pajamas, without a bra, just a cute camisole underneath. With her cropped boyish haircut and undeveloped figure, it was clear she was still maturing—her chest certainly couldn’t be described as ample. That was Long Fei’s first impression, but he couldn’t help but lick his lips. Wasn’t this exactly the kind of petite beauty he liked?

“Qian, don’t be rude. Let me introduce you—this is Long Fei. I hired him to be your personal bodyguard. You’re all young people, so I hope you can get along!” Ye Wentian had noticed the odd look in Long Fei’s eyes but chose to ignore it, quickly intervening before Ye Qian could cause a scene.

“Daddy, you’ve already hired so many bodyguards for me—I don’t need another! Even if I did, I don’t want him!” Ye Qian’s impression of Long Fei was clearly negative; she rejected him outright.

“That’s enough, the decision is made. Don’t argue. You’re my only daughter—I don’t want anything to happen to you. Long Fei is a true expert; if he hadn’t been recommended, he might not have agreed. So don’t be ungrateful and drive him away, or you’ll have me to answer to!” Ye Wentian praised Long Fei to the skies, hoping to win him over.

Long Fei had kept silent since entering the house, but now his attention was drawn to the beautiful woman on the sofa.

“Wentian, you’re home? Come, sit. I just had them buy some groceries—let’s have lunch at home today!” The attractive woman, who had been curled up on the sofa with a magazine, brightened at Ye Wentian’s arrival and stood up gracefully.

What an exquisite beauty—this must be Ye Wentian’s wife. She didn’t look her age at all; despite being near forty, she looked barely older than her daughter. She truly had the secret of eternal youth.

Long Fei couldn’t help but envy Ye Wentian—how did a man like him manage to marry a woman both so beautiful and so elegant? Was it true that beauties really were destined for heroes?

He was also amazed by the wonders of genetics—Ye Qian looked nothing like her father, but had inherited all her mother’s charm and cuteness. If she had taken after Ye Wentian, with his half-bald head, that would have been truly tragic.

What a lucky man, Long Fei thought to himself once again.

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