"I don't know him, and I don't know his name!" Liu Yilin's words, astonishing as ever, left Fang Qing speechless.
"What! Liu Yilin, are you crazy? You slept with a man you don't even know!" Fang Qing couldn't believe what Liu Yilin was confessing.
"That's exactly what happened..." Liu Yilin recounted the events of the previous night, her head aching.
"You bastard! I'm going to find someone to dismember that loser right now!" Fang Qing roared, her loyalty and anger evident.
"Don't make a fuss, I'm bothered enough," Liu Yilin said, rolling her eyes.
"Big spender Liu, don't be foolish. Who are you? You're the beautiful president of Tianmei Technology Group in Haizhou New City! You joined Mensa at eight years old with an IQ of 230, one of the Four Beauties on Haizhou's Financial Ranking! You're precious and delicate, a peony amongst flowers, how could you let that penniless loser have his way?" Fang Qing exclaimed with exasperation.
"Then what do you suggest I do?" Liu Yilin was also troubled. In business, she was sharp and brilliant, but with this kind of situation, she was completely at a loss.
"How about… we have someone throw him into the river!"
"This incident absolutely cannot get out. Think about it, if the gossip media gets hold of this, what about your company's image? What about your personal reputation?"
"Also, if this guy finds out your true identity, what if he uses this to blackmail you? What if he demands half your company's shares then? Will you give them to him?"
"Even if he doesn't demand half your company, what if he extorts money from you today, and then again tomorrow, like a vampire? Have you even considered that?" Fang Qing analyzed with deep concern.
She even suspected if the events of last night were a setup by him, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
"He… shouldn't do that, right? I wore a wig and colored contacts last night, so he shouldn't have recognized my real appearance." Liu Yilin's heart began to waver after Fang Qing's words.
"Silly! Big spender Liu, please, don't be so naive. You're one of the intelligent and wise Four Beauties on the Financial Ranking, where has your wisdom gone? Where has your IQ of 230 gone?"
"Don't overestimate humanity's base instincts. If I were that penniless loser, I would cling to you for the rest of my life. Such a golden ticket, even if my legs were broken, I wouldn't worry about the future. Only a fool would give this up." Fang Qing's mind conjured countless schemes.
"Then… then what should I do?" Liu Yilin, frightened by Fang Qing's words, also became fearful.
"Here." Fang Qing furtively took out something that looked like a razor from her bag and handed it to her.
"What is this?" Liu Yilin asked, confused.
Fang Qing pressed the red switch, and the device emitted a series of crackling electric arcs.
"It's a super self-defense stun gun. The seller said it can even cook pork. As long as that penniless loser shows up, just give him a jolt, and I guarantee he won't dare bother you again."
"And this, pepper spray. Its effective range is up to three meters. Just spray it directly into his eyes with all your might. It's simple to use and a must-have for home and travel," Fang Qing introduced skillfully.
"Fang Qing, isn't this a bit exaggerated?" Liu Yilin felt as if she was meeting her best friend for the first time.
"No, it's not exaggerated at all. It's just that you don't understand the wickedness of people's hearts. Trust me, the future of our Big spender Liu will absolutely not be ruined by this penniless loser," Fang Qing said with shared indignation.
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At this moment, Ning Beichen, invigorated, arrived at the entrance of the Tianmei Technology Group building. The old man had instructed him to personally protect this female president named Liu Yilin. However, he hadn't even met Liu Yilin, let alone had any interaction with her. Protection wasn't the issue; the key was that the "personal" requirement was rather difficult. Ning Beichen had thought about it for a long time, and only one position could fulfill this requirement: her personal bodyguard. Anything else wouldn't be "personal." So, he wondered what he should do to impress her.
Should he shatter a stone on his chest upon meeting her? Or demonstrate the iron spear throat lock? Or perhaps showcase the "Pouncing Fist Shattering Bricks"? Ning Beichen felt a headache coming on. He, the dignified King of Darkness, a terrifying figure in certain circles capable of silencing infants, was now tearing his hair out over such a trivial matter. What made him even more indignant was that his master, for some inexplicable reason, had kicked him out of the bed of the number one model in Armenia at midnight, telling him to return to the country to protect a woman. Was this ridiculous? What kind of woman was so important that he, the King of Darkness, needed to protect her! However, his master was the person he respected most in his life. Ning Beichen had no choice. If his master told him to roll in a pot of pork in hell, he would have to do it.
"Hello, beautiful. I'm here to apply for the position of your president's personal bodyguard." Thinking was useless, so Ning Beichen decided to be direct. He walked up to the receptionist, flashing a charming smile at the beautiful woman.
"I'm sorry, I don't think our president mentioned anything about hiring a personal bodyguard," the receptionist said, her cheeks blushing at Ning Beichen's appearance. This man was so well-built, standing at over 1.8 meters, his tight-fitting inner shirt revealing his abdominal muscles. Most importantly, he was sunny and handsome. In this era where effeminacy was the norm, she hadn't seen such a virile man in a long time.
"I know your president. She called me here. Could you tell me where her office is?" Ning Beichen said, his face unblinking.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Without the president's permission, I can't tell you." Despite being attracted by Ning Beichen's masculinity, the receptionist maintained her professional integrity.
"Beautiful lady, I'm truly not lying. I speak eighteen languages, including seven minority languages. I can pilot fighter jets and drive tanks and submarines. I've protected countless dignitaries. With me here, no one will be able to harm a single hair on your president's head," Ning Beichen said earnestly.
The receptionist chuckled and said playfully, "You're so amazing, why don't you fly to the heavens? Speaking eighteen languages and piloting fighter jets and tanks to protect dignitaries? I think you've played too much with LEGOs."
"Alas! Why does no one believe me when I tell the truth these days?" Ning Beichen sighed.
"Alright, bodyguard position is not available. But I think you're a decent person. If you're really looking for a job, we're short a security guard for the gatehouse. Would you like to try?" The receptionist, attracted by Ning Beichen's wit and humor, unconsciously wanted to keep him there.