bodyguard against fate

With such a large sum of money, Wu Meng needed to hire a bodyguard to bolster her courage. So she arranged to meet Feng Weida at the bank a day early to withdraw the money. Just then, at the bank entrance, Wu Meng ran into Jiang Xue.

"You're here to withdraw money too?"

Wu Meng and Jiang Xue were classmates in middle school. In this small town where you could run out of the map before you even finished eating a handful of sunflower seeds, it was normal to run into an acquaintance or two.

"Yes," Jiang Xue said, then noticed Feng Weida following behind Wu Meng. Pretending not to recognize him, she asked, "Your boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend?" Wu Meng pouted, "My sister-in-law's driver."

"So, still single?" Jiang Xue looked Feng Weida up and down. "I think he's pretty good!"

"If you're just looking to seduce them, then go ahead. Even a rabbit won't eat the grass near its burrow!"

"That won't do, I'm already taken," Jiang Xue said.

Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, Feng Weida could only stand aside. He glanced outside unintentionally and suddenly saw the pink Mazda!

Although there are many Mercedes-Benz and BMWs in Leping Town, this pink Mazda is definitely the most eye-catching (flashy) one. Wu Renxing had long thought that pink was too high-profile and advised Jiang Xue to change the color to avoid causing trouble. However, Jiang Xue felt that it was like wearing fine clothes in the dark if you had money. She thought that making money was meant to be seen by others, otherwise what was the point of making money?

Feng Weida wanted to invite Wu Meng to watch together, but Wu Meng and Jiang Xue were chatting enthusiastically, from celebrity gossip to the Russia-Ukraine war. Finally, it ended, but Feng Weida watched helplessly as Jiang Xue got into that car.

"What's your friend's name?" Feng Weida asked Wu Meng, who had just withdrawn money.

"Jiang Xue, what's wrong?"

"She is Jiang Xue!" Feng Weida suddenly remembered the name He Xiuli had found.

"Oh, I forgot, you fall in love with every girl you see," Wu Meng sneered. "Don't tell me you've got your eye on my classmate; she's not easy to get!"

"That pink Corolla belongs to her."

"What?!"

Wu Meng's worldview was shattered. She never imagined that Jiang Xue was having an affair with Xiao Yu's boyfriend!

"You said Dad has an enemy? How come I didn't know?" Wu Renxing and He Xiuli basically only see each other at home in the evening, and they rarely even eat dinner together.

"It's an old Huang Li, he was a former colleague," He Xiuli said.

"Is it also from a garment factory?"

"It seems like he's some kind of shareholder—"

"How did Dad and he fall out?"

"I don't know the specifics either, but Dad stops talking whenever he mentions this person."

Wu Renxing suddenly remembered something: "Dad being pushed down the stairs this time, could it have been done by that enemy?"

He Xiuli seemed to realize something as well: "You mean, he's in a mental hospital?"

Ever since Feng Weida left, Lao Zheng has been reflecting on why he couldn't get out after twenty years in prison, while Feng Weida got out in less than a month. He took Feng Weida's parting words to heart: "If you hang out with the mentally ill, you'll always be mentally ill; if you hang out with the director, you'll become the director!"

From then on, Old Zheng stopped playing with the mental patients and spent his days observing Dean Gao, even studying his spitting technique. Through continuous practice, he could now imitate it to a great extent, accurately spitting a glob of phlegm into the trash can from two meters away, hitting the mark every time. He no longer followed the Talmud on his phone; whatever the dean watched, he watched too. His following list went from "Lonely and Cold" to "Injured Sister-in-Law." In the past two weeks, not only had his ability to identify female anchors improved, but he had also developed a unique skill of silently appearing behind Dean Gao. When Dean Gao took time out of his busy schedule to hide in a corner and frantically like female anchors, he always felt like a pair of eyes were watching him. When Dean Gao turned around, Old Zheng's gentlemanly and open expression made him wonder if he hadn't slept well the night before. Originally not interested in women, Old Zheng, after being "developed" by Dean Gao, had reached a level of mastery in switching between gentlemanly and lewd behavior that was unmatched in the mental hospital!

That day, while he was secretly glancing at Dean Gao's phone, he saw He Yong coming to see the dean. Suddenly, an old friend appeared before his eyes, and looking back, twenty years had passed.

Twenty years ago, this was the man who personally sent him here and seized his clothing factory. Every day and night here, Lao Zheng wanted to tear He Yong apart and rub him repeatedly in the mental hospital. But he never saw that face again. Lao Zheng even thought that he would never have a chance to take revenge in his life, until this day!

At lunchtime, Old Zheng deliberately instigated a mental patient to spill soup on He Yong's clothes. Then, while He Yong was in the restroom, Old Zheng shoved him down the stairs. The only regret was that He Yong wasn't seriously injured. He Yong knew, of course, that the only person there who wanted him dead was Old Zheng. He told Director Gao that he hadn't seen who pushed him and hurriedly left. For the past twenty years, every month or two, he would secretly visit Old Zheng, donating money to the mental hospital to improve the food, trying to make up for his guilt towards Old Zheng. Old Zheng, however, remained unaware. Even if he knew, he wouldn't appreciate it. If it weren't for He Yong's actions, he would be the Steve Jobs of the past, or Elon Musk of today. He Yong hadn't just wasted a business genius; he had essentially delayed the great process of the rise of Chinese commerce!

Old Zheng submitted an application for a mental evaluation to Dean Gao. After a collective discussion among the experts, they discovered that Old Zheng had changed. In the past, Old Zheng would fly into a rage whenever He Yong's name was mentioned, but now he remained calm even when he saw He Yong's photo. Who would have thought that during the evaluation, Old Zheng kept repeating to himself, "I am the dean, I am the dean—" Moreover, just one day before, he had pushed He Yong down the stairs.

Level 0! The experts unanimously agreed that as long as Mr. Zheng does not relapse during the observation period, he can be discharged from the hospital.

"That alluring little vixen is at least 40 pounds heavier in person than she appears in the videos!"

As he passed behind Dean Gao again, Old Zheng said casually.

Dean Gao was in a flurry of activity and hurriedly withdrew one of the top donors.

Hearing that Wu Meng and Feng Weida were going to Lingfeng Temple together, Chen Ergou was more anxious than anyone else.

"Take me with you!"

"I can't bring my family without the leader's permission," Feng Weida resolutely refused.

"What kind of family member am I? Just consider me as someone who's going the same way, giving me a ride."

"Then I'll have to ask Wu Mengtong if she agrees."

"You need her permission to drive?"

"I was her driver all day today."

Er Gou felt wronged: "Sada, this driver's seat was originally mine. How could you bear to take away my job and my lover?"

"Wu Meng and I made a three-point agreement: we can't do that kind of magical transformation again like last time."

It turns out that Wu Meng had anticipated Chen Ergou's scheme and blocked his path in advance.

"What does this mean? It means Wu Meng is smart. She has feelings for me. The more she does this, the more I want to have her!" Chen Ergou said firmly.