Top-class Bodyguard

After leaving Yu Qingquan's house, it was almost dark, around seven in the evening. But since it's summer, the sky gets dark later.

Back at the villa, Mr. Yun wasn't in the hall; he must be in his room. Xia Wenxue wasn't there either, probably in her room.

"Xue'xue, I helped you with the matter..."

Ren Feng pushed open Xia Wenxue's door, intending to tell her about it, but was suddenly taken aback.

Damn!

No way!

Ren Feng's eyes went wide because at that moment, Xia Wenxue was only wearing sportswear, her perfectly toned abs exposed, and shorts on her lower body.

Those long, beautiful legs were moving side to side, and Ren Feng's gaze followed their every motion.

Working out?

Fine beads of sweat adorned Xia Wenxue's pretty face. She saw Ren Feng at the door and paused slightly, her charming face showing a hint of awkwardness.

"Why did you come in?"

"Huh? I mean, how did I open the wrong door? Oh, it's not my door." Ren Feng said with a cheeky grin.

That's such a lame excuse. Xia Wenxue gave him a playful glare filled with indescribable allure.

"Xue'xue, you're working out, huh. Exercise is good for you, but you need to have the right method." Ren Feng said seriously, yet his gaze quickly swept over Xia Wenxue.

Ren Feng wanted to use his old tricks again, but Xia Wenxue just shook her head, "You should leave first. I'm a bit tired. I'll just shower and sleep in a bit."

Wiping her sweat with a towel, Ren Feng noticed the fatigue in her eyes, so he said, "Alright, let's talk tomorrow."

After Ren Feng left, Xia Wenxue's eyes held a complex look. Ren Feng had saved her life, even risking his own, but she really couldn't drag him into this.

Didn't Grandpa say this matter involves some terrifying forces?

Even Grandpa seemed to have stopped after investigating further.

Xia Wenxue bit her lip and went to the bathroom to take off her clothes.

But how should she treat him?

Moreover, when they spend time together, that unclear, ambiguous tension has been growing more intense. If it continues, something might really happen.

Xia Wenxue felt confused. She had never had such thoughts or feelings before, even though Ren Feng barged into her life in a different way. But as of now, her worries were overwhelming.

If Ren Feng truly likes her, then going against Grandpa's wishes to investigate this thing would certainly involve Ren Feng.

Forget it, just because he saved me doesn't mean I have to love him.

Xia Wenxue sighed internally, turned on the shower, and washed herself clean.

After her shower, Xia Wenxue dried herself, put on a robe, blew her hair dry, and went to bed despite her complicated feelings.

Pulling back the covers, Xia Wenxue got into bed full of thoughts, but then her left hand seemed to brush against something warm.

Startled, Xia Wenxue turned her head and found Ren Feng lying on her bed, his smiling face so close to hers.

Xia Wenxue jumped, "Why are you on my bed?"

"Xue'xue, I'm your personal bodyguard. Of course, I need to protect you closely."

Ren Feng chuckled.

"No, no." Xia Wenxue's face flushed, "This is my bed."

"Xue'xue, it's a special situation now. Only by protecting you closely can I ensure your complete safety." Ren Feng said seriously, then lay down comfortably.

Seeing Xia Wenxue staring at him blankly, Ren Feng felt a bit puzzled, "Xue'xue, why aren't you sleeping? If you're tired, rest early. It's fine, I trust your character."

Xia Wenxue wondered if she heard incorrectly. Trust my character?

No, isn't it your character?

Annoyed, Xia Wenxue's beautiful eyes flashed with defiance, then she grabbed a pillow and threw it at Ren Feng, "Jerk, get up!"

"Xue'xue, do you want to change beds? Then go to mine; it's really comfortable."

"No, get up!"

With a mischievous grin on his face, Ren Feng reached out, and Xia Wenxue yelped "Ah!" as she fell into Ren Feng's arms!

Both froze, but then Xia Wenxue quickly broke free, her face utterly red.

"Get out."

Ren Feng was a bit helpless, too bad.

Is the timing not right?

"Then Xue'xue, see you tomorrow."

Ren Feng chuckled and left the room.

Watching Ren Feng leave, the worry re-emerged in Xia Wenxue's beautiful eyes, and she sighed.

If I'm really dragging you into this, I'd just be hurting you, wouldn't I?

However, it seems like Ren Feng is becoming more and more daring with me. Our relationship is clearly on the edge.

What should I do?

Xia Wenxue felt bewildered; for the first-time someone had stirred her heart in all these years, she also had unexplainable feelings for Ren Feng. But the more it was like this, the less she could involve Ren Feng.

That would hurt him.

Better keep a distance.

Xia Wenxue sighed gently.

...

The next morning, the two of them were having breakfast.

"Xue'xue, drink more soy milk; it's good for your skin." Ren Feng moved the soy milk closer to Xia Wenxue.

"Hmm." Xia Wenxue only nodded slightly, showing little reaction.

Ren Feng felt puzzled. That's not how Xia Wenxue was last night, did her mind change again?

"Xue'xue, Mr. Yun got some nice steamed buns."

"Xue'xue, this bread is well-made too."

Seeing Ren Feng's attentiveness, Mr. Yun at the table couldn't bear to watch and coughed twice.

"Mr. Yun, is your throat uncomfortable?" Ren Feng asked confusedly.

Mr. Yun's mouth twitched. I was just trying to remind you to at least show some respect for us old folks.

Xia Wenxue said nothing, still restraining herself. But then, under the table, Ren Feng's hand gently touched her arm.

Xia Wenxue, as if startled, stood up suddenly, "I'm full, off to work."

Such a big reaction?

Ren Feng pondered as he watched Xia Wenxue about to leave, "Xue'xue, I managed to get back the loan from Zhanglong Group for you."

Xia Wenxue froze, then returned, and Ren Feng handed over the bank card.

"Thanks."

Xia Wenxue whispered and then turned around. Not long after, the sound of a BMW starting came from outside.

Ren Feng felt a bit helpless, while Mr. Yun at the table leisurely continued his breakfast, and Ren Feng sat down in frustration, pushing the soy milk towards him again.

"Mr. Yun, drink more soy milk; it's good for your throat."

"Cough, cough." Mr. Yun was eating bread, and hearing this made him choke directly.

Where did drinking soy milk to soothe the throat come from? Wait, there's nothing wrong with my throat as an old man.

"Mr. Yun, don't choke; it'll be bad if it goes down the wrong pipe."

But speaking of the devil, Mr. Yun really did get a bit of saliva down the wrong way, resulting in continuous coughing, bending over from it.

"Cough, cough, cough."

"Mr. Yun, are you alright? Eat slowly; it's fine; no one's rushing you."

Ren Feng consoled, patting Mr. Yun on the back, while Mr. Yun almost coughed again hearing that.

Are you coaxing kids? You're driving this old man to distress.

After a considerable effort to calm down, Mr. Yun, with tears in his eyes, held Ren Feng's hand: "Ren Feng, you're too kind to an old man like me, but you should go protect the young miss, I'm alright."

"Mr. Yun, are you really okay?" Ren Feng asked with doubt in his eyes, "You were coughing so much; should we go to the hospital? Otherwise, it'll just happen again."

"I'm not, cough, cough." Mr. Yun intended to speak but triggered his trachea again and started coughing intensely.

"Mr. Yun, let me take you to the hospital then."

Mr. Yun was moved to tears again, wondering if he could ever have a peaceful breakfast.

Please, go and—protect the young miss!