The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard

"Nothing much, just that Little Yun is all grown up now, women change so much as they age, becoming more and more charming." Wu Xu laughed dryly, and as he observed the purple aura above Zhu Yun's head, he noticed something unusual.

Zhu Yun's aura seemed a bit dim, giving a feeling of a dusty treasure, which made Wu Xu even more certain that Zhu Yun's identity was definitely not simple, perhaps, he could find out more from Mrs. Hong.

The thought suddenly came to him but was immediately extinguished by Wu Xu.

Since Mrs. Hong lived here anonymously, sustaining herself with the Wonton Store and not minding the poverty, it clearly indicated she did not want others to know about her past.

"Hehe, Brother Xu, you really have a way with words, are you sure you didn't find a girlfriend at Junshan University?" Zhu Yun asked casually with a twinkle in her big eyes.

Wu Xu was startled and flicked Zhu Yun's forehead annoyedly, saying, "You little girl, why are you worrying about adult matters? Focus on your studies so that in the future you can earn money and take care of your mom."

"Hmph! I'm not a little girl anymore! How am I small?" Zhu Yun argued unhappily, and after saying that, she puffed out her chest, showcasing her inherited bustiness from Mrs. Hong vividly.

Wu Xu's eyes widened unnaturally, and he shifted his gaze awkwardly thinking, "Indeed, small in stature but not in spirit. Must have attracted quite a few budding young boys at school."

Zhu Yun also felt something amiss, her face flushed and her heart pounding wildly, she quickly stood up and said, "I'm going to help mom now." After finishing her words, she ran off like a startled rabbit.

Wu Xu, with a complex mind, watched Zhu Yun's retreating figure and sighed, "The little girl has grown up indeed."

After a while, Wu Xu went downstairs and saw Mrs. Hong still busy. He noticed that the white aura above her head was dense, even having forty-five strands, indicating longevity!

Moreover, the purple aura contained within Mrs. Hong's life force was no less dim than that of Zhu Yun's, just as dull and gloomy.

Wu Xu was immediately certain of their identities, they definitely came from a truly prestigious and noble family, just wondering why they chose to hide in this ordinary snack street.

"Mrs. Hong, your hands are really fair!"

Suddenly, a customer who had finished his wontons at a table grasped Mrs. Hong's hand, admiring it with a lustful tone.

Mrs. Hong's expression darkened, and she withdrew her hand, saying neutrally, "That's twenty-five dollars in total, thank you for coming."

"Hehe, Mrs. Hong, not to be rude, but you are still so young and beautiful, why suffer like this? If you found a rich husband, you wouldn't have to worry about food or clothing, and could even afford the best school for Little Yun. Why can't you see this?" The customer reached out, attempting to grab Mrs. Hong's hand again.

Mrs. Hong's face turned stern and she warned, "Fisherman Zhang! Show some respect."

Wu Xu hurried over and glanced coldly, recognizing the bully harassing Mrs. Hong. He knew him to be Fisherman Zhang, a well-known forty-year-old bachelor and fishmonger on Xiang Wind Street. He provided various fish and shrimps to small diners and had made some money. However, he was known for his drunkenness and lecherous behavior, and after causing trouble and beating his wife when drunk, he had been divorced three times with no one willing to matchmake for him anymore.

And it seemed Fisherman Zhang had been coveting Mrs. Hong for a long time, but each time Mrs. Hong's daunting presence and authority deterred him, making him hesitant to offend her. Unexpectedly today, he seemed to have mustered the courage of a desperate man.

"Respect, hehe, let me tell you, in this era, money talks, respect? How much is that worth?" Fisherman Zhang was also quite drunk, speaking without thinking, utterly outrageous. Mrs. Hong inwardly felt helpless, already aware of his behavior, wondering how she still allowed him to drink in her place.

"No matter how much it's worth, Fisherman Zhang, you're not welcome here, get out," Mrs. Hong said sternly, hating such men who disrespected women, her words tinged with a chill.

Seemingly intimidated by Mrs. Hong's commanding presence, Fisherman Zhang was a bit scared, but seeing Mrs. Hong's angry yet exceedingly beautiful and voluptuous appearance, his eyes turned blood-red with lust, his face showing a salacious expression, his breathing hastened, about to rush forward to hug Mrs. Hong.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound as a small stool shattered on Fisherman Zhang's back, the strong momentum knocking him flat.

Wu Xu tossed aside the broken handle, smiling, "Mrs. Hong, dealing with such people, words don't work, direct action is required."

Looking at Fisherman Zhang lying on the ground, life and death unknown, the surrounding onlookers were shocked, staring at Wu Xu, impressed by the young man's ruthlessness!

Mrs. Hong also jumped in fright, quickly bending down to check on Fisherman Zhang, and after a while huffed and stood up, scolding Wu Xu, "Wu, you were too harsh, what if you had killed him?"

"Those who offend Mrs. Hong, deserve to die," Wu Xu said very seriously.

"You!" Mrs. Hong was touched yet helpless, then said, "You better leave quickly, I'll call the police in a bit to take him away, this isn't the first time this has happened, it's nothing."

Zhang Xu nodded, not making any fuss, "Then I'll be off." After finishing his words, he turned to the stunned Zhu Yun on the side, "Take good care of your mom, call me if anything happens."

"Okay!" Zhu Yun nodded subconsciously, then watched Wu Xu walk away, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes.

Leaving the snack street, Wu Xu felt relaxed, plagued by bad luck since the afternoon, and now, all frustrations seemed gone with one swing of a stool. Truly refreshing.