The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard

The call was from Zhao Jun. Wu Xu answered the phone sarcastically, "Young Master Jun, have you treated your emotional distress and healed your wounds?"

"Haha, good buddy, you're out now, right? That pockmarked face didn't give you a hard time, did she?" Zhao Jun was thick-skinned, asking with a laugh, not minding Wu Xu's sarcasm at all.

"Pockmarked face?" Wu Xu chuckled and said, "Young Master Jun, no offense, but you've really misjudged this time. Those spots on her face were drawn on. Heh heh, a beautiful swan, and you missed it."

It took a while for the other end of the phone to respond, finally squeezing out an "Shit!"

"Hahaha, regretting now, are you?" Wu Xu laughed heartily.

"Hmph, a woman so scheming must be full of conspiracies. Even if she's a swan, I don't want her! Shit, I've been through a multitude of flowers and I've never been so passive as today, it's so embarrassing."

After some more casual chit-chat and declining Zhao Jun's invitation to go to a bar, Wu Xu hung up the phone.

At this moment, Wu Xu discovered another problem. Shit, he was so caught up with the matchmaking ordeal that he, the escort, after walking an entire round through the famous Yunxiao Couples' Restaurant, hadn't eaten a single dish! Feeling the protests from his stomach, Wu Xu lamented and turned towards a street, turning a few corners and walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at a bustling alley bustling with people coming and going.

This was a distinctive snack street in Junshan City, cheap and affordable with a variety of options, and Wu Xu's favorite place to visit.

He entered a popular wonton store that he was familiar with and called out loudly, "Mrs. Hong, the usual!"

At this time in the clean and tidy store, two figures were busily bustling about. The woman in her thirties, with plump and attractive features, wearing a red headscarf, lit up when she saw Wu Xu and said, "Wu's here, come in and have a seat!"

Seeing that all five tables in the store were full, Wu Xu shook his head and said, "Forget it, Mrs. Hong, you seem busy. I'll just take it to go."

"How could that do? Wontons must be eaten hot; they don't taste good cold. Come on, go upstairs to the bedroom. I'll have Yun'er bring them up to you." Mrs. Hong said with an unsatisfied face.

"That wouldn't be right," Wu Xu said with a smile. "You're so busy, how can Yun'er leave?"

"Brother Xu, you're here!" An excited voice called out, and then a pretty and charming sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl ran over, hugging Wu Xu's neck, her legs dangling, like a koala.

"Little Yun!" Wu Xu felt the girl's elastic body against his own, especially the well-developed bosom of the girl in the bloom of youth pressing against him, sending a wave of comfortable sensation, and his face turned red.

"Quick, get off, you're so big and heavy now, Brother Xu can't hold you anymore," Wu Xu said, flustered.

"Hmm, you dare call me heavy!" Zhu Yun, who was initially happy, suddenly frowned and glared at Wu Xu unhappily.

"No, no! I mean, you're a big girl now; it's not proper for you to be so informal, making a joke in front of others," Wu Xu said with a wry smile, unable to deal with the quirky little girl.

"Hmph, but you're my brother; what can others say?" Zhu Yun said, but she also felt the strange sensation of the close contact and rubbed, her face blushing. She reluctantly slid down from Wu Xu's body and then with sparkling eyes asked, "Brother Xu, are you here for dinner? I'll make you my latest innovation in fresh wontons!"

"Another one of your innovations, huh..." Wu Xu looked at Zhu Yun with a bit of fear.

"What? Not happy about it?" Zhu Yun frowned and pouted.

"No, no, that's not it. I think you're already in your second year of high school; you should focus all your attention on studying. Otherwise, how could you get into a good university?" Wu Xu weakly said, but in reality, he was scared of Zhu Yun's research, remembering last month was also because of her experiments, which resulted in him having diarrhea for three days...

"Humph, I've already mastered all the knowledge from school, always ranking first in my class and top ten in my grade. Continuously reviewing it would be a waste of time. Right now, I am helping mom with the business, researching new varieties, and drawing in a full house of customers. When the business grows larger, mom can relax more. Good brother, this time I feel the ingredients are quite ready, we're just short of an experimenter. Mom won't let me use it on the customers, hehe, lucky you're here, brother." Zhu Yun said with a joyful face.

Wu Xu felt uneasy hearing this; not yet experimented and already calling it ready? Isn't this just setting a trap? However, he felt awkward to refuse, after all, she was the sworn sister in his heart. Right then, Wu Xu began to regret why he had come to eat wontons in the first place. Wouldn't it have been just fine to go back and settle for a bowl of instant noodles, quick and easy!

"Alright, alright! Little Yun, stop messing around. Take your Brother Xu upstairs, I'll prepare a bowl of wontons for him, and you go fetch some pickled vegetables." Zhu Yun's mother, Mrs. Hong, now had a moment to spare to resolve the situation for Wu Xu. Wu Xu didn't refuse anymore and quickly ran upstairs.

"Humph! You can't escape, the test subject is decided." Zhu Yun pursed her lips and murmured with certainty.

After going upstairs, Wu Xu poured himself a glass of water and sat down without any reservations.

Wu Xu was very familiar with this Wonton Store; the owner, Mrs. Hong, was a foreigner who only came to Junshan to make a living three years ago. He became acquainted with Mrs. Hong because more than two years ago, Zhu Yun had a high fever in the middle of the night, nearly falling into a coma. Mrs. Hong, unable to hail a cab and unable to find a hospital, was so anxious she almost cried, and it so happened that Wu Xu was passing by and heard her cries for help. Wu Xu, who had just started his job, did not hesitate to carry Zhu Yun and frantically search for a clinic. However, at two or three o'clock in the morning, there were no clinics open.

Wu Xu directly broke the door of a small clinic, waking up the doctor, and finally got Zhu Yun a chance for emergency treatment, but as a result, Wu Xu was taken away by the police called by the clinic's doctor and locked up for a week.

After that, Wu Xu became the benefactor of Mrs. Hong and her daughter, and in particular, Zhu Yun was extremely affectionate towards her lifesaver Wu Xu, never mindful of the opposite gender, treating him just like family.

A while later, Zhu Yun brought up a portion of wontons and two small dishes.

"Brother Xu, please enjoy." Zhu Yun handed over the plate with a giggling smile, her big eyes twinkling, the very image of an innocent country girl.

Wu Xu's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Little Yun, with this look of yours, if you were to act in movies, you'd definitely become popular. You're cute, lively, pure, and natural; it truly evokes my sympathy!"

Zhu Yun's eyes sparkled with surprise, "Do you really think I'm that good, Brother Xu?"

"Of course!"

"Heehee!" Zhu Yun laughed even more cheerfully, and then suddenly sighed with a pout, "But mom said I can learn anything I want, except I can't become an actress. She also said that they are just actors, unworthy of the stage."

Wu Xu was taken aback, actors? Unworthy of the stage? Why would Mrs. Hong speak like that? How could a countrywoman scorn those famous celebrities?

A thought struck Wu Xu, and he silently looked towards Zhu Yun's head. A cluster of seventy-eight units of white vapor – the largest he had seen since he started observing life force.

But that wasn't all. Wu Xu stared at the thick, thumb-sized streak of purple energy hidden within the white vapor above Zhu Yun's head, mouth agape, unable to close it.

"Purple energy! And so thick too!"

Wu Xu swallowed hard, feeling his mind couldn't keep up. If white vapor represents life and red vapor wealth, with large red hues attracting marriage, this purple energy gave Wu Xu a feeling of supreme nobility, as if reminiscent of the son or daughter of ancient princes or ministers, born of noble blood.

"Could Zhu Yun be the descendant of some bigwig who has fallen on hard times?" A thought suddenly sprung into Wu Xu's mind, and once it entered, it lingered stubbornly.

"What's wrong, Brother Xu? What are you looking at?" Zhu Yun curiously regarded Wu Xu.