The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 362

"No need to look anymore, that kid hasn’t been home for over half a month now." Old Liu was about to cook, dutifully dumping out the ashes from the stove using a dustpan.

"Over half a month? I remember he wasn’t like this before. At most, he’d be out all night and then sleep for a day."

"Hmph, that was before. Who knows if this kid is up to no good? Enough said, enough said. It’s not good to always speak ill of others behind their backs. Busybody."

Ye Tian curled his lips, as if you ever say little.

Turning around, looking at the small room, Ye Tian suddenly felt something, like a question, or maybe a phrase, but he couldn’t quite grasp it.

After pondering for a long while, he still couldn’t figure it out. Ye Tian shook his head and walked away.

A step away is like worlds apart.

Zhang Dazhi failed to capture He Ku, he wasn’t too furious, just that his worries began to grow, much like the dark clouds that gather before a storm, quickly compressed and rushing over.

It was frustrating, having miscalculated on a child, unwilling to accept it, his anxieties about the future deepened.

This worry started from the day those two police officers from the municipal bureau arrived, especially that young cop whose approaching manner was aggressive, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had a grip on all the details, not at all behaving like a criminal detective, but more like an incompetent rookie. And that seemingly genial old cop, who always wore a friendly smile—but little did one know until checking the internal police network, only then would you realize that Old Liao was a treasure of the municipal bureau’s detective team. Liao Kaifan’s name was known to all in the force, no case he participated in remained unsolved. The bureau’s decision to send him was telling enough, they were truly committed. But he still couldn’t figure out who had let the cat out of the bag. Speaking of which, with so many mouths around, leaks were inevitable, but he hadn’t expected the information to get out so quickly; there had never been a situation like this before, something was off, and it needed attention.

"Old Man Zheng, you’re still here after hours?"

"Oh, it’s nothing, just out for a stroll. Hey, it’s the end of the year, everyone be extra careful, now’s the peak period for petty thieves and robbers, stay alert."

"Yes, Old Man Zheng!"

Two policemen saluted jokingly, then were scolded away with a laugh by Zheng Dazhi.

Now alone in the room, the other two officers who were on the night shift went out to eat, entrusting him to watch over things, which he agreed to.

He didn’t turn on the light, the room was dark, and there Zheng Dazhi lay in his chair, pondering where things had gone wrong.

Cheng Gong’s background and influence were what he dreaded the most, not because the other party was particularly formidable, but because he knew absolutely nothing about him. Not to say twenty years, but at the very least a dozen, he hadn’t seen Cheng Gong having meals with any superior leaders. As for business trips, those were beyond his knowledge. His colleagues hadn’t mentioned any rumors either, not out of fear but because, like him, they didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t grasp the full picture.

This was really not an opponent one would want in a leader, and certainly not an easy partner to deal with. If you dare betray me, don’t blame me for being ruthless and unforgiving.

Thinking of Cheng Gong’s indifferent attitude towards him now, Zheng Dazhi clenched his fists.

His colleagues brought back some night snacks from outside after dinner, exchanging a few courteous words with Zheng Dazhi about having a bite or a drink, and after that, Zheng Dazhi left on his own.

Walking through the Nightlife.

Upon returning home, Zheng Sanpao and his wife were waiting inside the house. Ever since Ergou stopped coming home, the old couple had been restless, especially Ergou’s mother Mei Qin, babbling incessantly every day, constantly muttering things like "May the Bodhisattva bless my son for safety." Zheng Sanpao got annoyed and scolded her, yet she didn’t take offence and continued with her prattle when she went out. The day before yesterday, coming back from outside, she had casually brought back a Bodhisattva statue, one covered in gold powder. Zheng Sanpao asked about it—it was only around thirty yuan—only later did he find out that this reckless woman had taken a taxi to Baiyun Taoist Temple to get it and had spent over three hundred yuan, which almost made him throw a shoe at her. Eventually, it was Zheng Dazhi who stepped in and prevented the two from fighting.

Pulling aside the thick curtains, Mei Qin was still kneeling on a cushion in the main room, with a table in front of her bearing fruits and cookies, and an incense burner with thick layers of ash from the sticks of incense.

Glancing at her, Zheng Dazhi didn’t speak. Right now, he felt no aversion to these things, but rather a sense of solace. Having someone in the family who believed in fate didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

In the inner room, Zheng Sanpao was sitting on the heated kang bed. The cast on his right arm had been removed, covered in gauze and hidden under his sleeve, invisible from the outside.

"Eaten yet?"

Zheng Sanpao glanced at Mei Qin kneeling on the ground and snorted discontentedly, "She’s fed by praying to the Bodhisattva, what’s there to eat? If anything, it’s in her dreams."

Zheng Dazhi didn’t reply, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and before he could take a few puffs, it was snatched away by a hand.

It was Mei Qin.

"No smoking at home, be careful not to disturb the Bodhisattva."

Watching her twist the cigarette out against the floor until the lit end was ground flat, then returning to the main room to light three sticks of incense for the Bodhisattva statue, she then asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I have. Have you two eaten?"

"Not yet. It’s ready soon."

Zheng Sanpao objected, "Sure, it’s ready. Cooked in the morning, divided into three portions. A portion for breakfast, another for lunch, and one more for dinner. Can’t believe you came up with that."

"If you don’t like it, don’t eat. Zheng Sanpao, you eat like a pig, you didn’t eat less!"

After saying that, Mei Qin turned and left.

"Hey, where are you going? Not cooking?"

"Not cooking, starve if they must!"

"You old woman..."

Zheng Sanpao tried to throw his shoe at her, but Zheng Dazhi stopped him, "Enough, let’s go eat outside. Where’s Xiaobai?"

"Must be at the internet café. Never mind him."

Zheng Sanpao stood on one foot, bending over to put on his shoes, and asked, "Do you know what your mom has been up to lately?"

"What’s she doing?"

"Hmph, fooling around with some young guy on the outside."

"Don’t talk nonsense."

"I’m not talking nonsense. Why else would our money at home keep dwindling?"

"Could be buying clothes, who knows."

"Buying crap!"

Unable to reason with him, Zheng Dazhi was too lazy to argue, "Alright, knock it off, you’re old husband and wife, no point in talking about this useless stuff. I’ve eaten, you go eat."

"You’re not going?"

"Not going, not going, you go ahead."