Chapter 60: Something Big Is About to Happen

By the time Ye Ziqiu woke up, Lin Jian had already returned from his ten-kilometer run and was taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom. Hearing the sound of running water, she panicked and immediately rushed to the dining room. There, the millet porridge and soup dumplings were still warm.

"Oh? Did he buy this for me?" She sat down, picked up a soup dumpling, and popped it into her mouth.

Her eyes lit up the moment she tasted it. Her usual breakfast was strictly milk and bread, day in and day out. Trying soup dumplings for a change made them taste exceptionally delicious.

"Hmph, smart choice," she mumbled. She wasn’t sure why, but ever since she fell asleep in a good mood last night, she had woken up feeling just as wonderful this morning.

Out of the ten soup dumplings, she ate seven. She also finished more than half a bowl of porridge and a few pieces of pickled vegetables. It was the most satisfying breakfast she’d had in half a year.

At this moment, Lin Jian stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He knew Ye Ziqiu was already awake and downstairs, so he didn’t dare to act too casually. Wanting to claim her was one thing, but acting inappropriately was a matter of character. He refused to compromise his integrity over something so trivial.

"The breakfast was delicious, but it’s a bit too greasy. Don’t buy it tomorrow," Ye Ziqiu said instinctively.

Lin Jian’s eyes lit up when he heard that. She was telling him not to buy it tomorrow. The implication was clear—he could stay the night again. In a roundabout way, she had agreed to his twenty-four-hour close-quarters protection.

"Huh? Why did you bring the ginseng out?" Ye Ziqiu asked as she walked into the living room and spotted the herb on the coffee table.

"I took a look at it last night. If you’re free today, why don’t we go to the flea market in Wudaokou?" Lin Jian suggested suddenly.

"Don’t you dare mention Wudaokou again!" Ye Ziqiu whipped her head around and glared at him fiercely. "If you bring it up one more time, I’ll... I’ll fire you!"

Mentioning Wudaokou reminded her of the mattress, and the mattress reminded her of the bed-wetting incident. It was far too embarrassing.

"Alright, alright, I won’t mention it. Let’s just go to the flea market, okay? I need to make back the two million I lost last night."

"Make what back? How much could this ginseng possibly be worth?" Ye Ziqiu rolled her eyes. "But I’ll keep the ginseng. I’ll transfer the money to you later. Send me your bank card number."

"Are you trying to buy me?" Lin Jian teased with a chuckle.

"Yes, I didn’t bid on anything else last night because I planned to keep your..." Ye Ziqiu caught herself mid-sentence. "Ugh, you’re doing it again!"

She realized she had once again stumbled into his wordplay about buying and selling himself. Fortunately, she was in a good mood today and didn’t hold it against him. After everything that happened last night, she felt their relationship had grown closer.

"Why are you keeping my ginseng?" Lin Jian asked, knowing when to stop teasing before she got genuinely annoyed.

"I’m going to give it to my grandfather. You can’t find ginseng this old in the States. He’ll be thrilled when I bring it back."

"Are you sure you want to keep it?" Lin Jian frowned. "How about I just give it to you? You don’t have to buy it."

Ye Ziqiu froze for a moment before her gaze darted away. "No need. It’s not like I don’t have the money!"

Inwardly, she was shocked and confused, but also slightly surprised and secretly delighted. How should she put it... Lin Jian wanted to give her a ginseng root he had bought for two million! Two million!

Moreover, he was just a security guard. Although she had no idea how he could be so wealthy, a man giving a woman something worth two million was a significant gesture in itself. And she wasn’t ready for that yet.

"Alright, if you insist on buying it, I won’t hold back," Lin Jian nodded. Big Boss Ye wasn’t lacking money; if she wanted to buy it as a gift, he would let her.

"I’m going upstairs to change..." Ye Ziqiu practically fled up the stairs.

Being offered such a precious gift in person—even though she hadn’t accepted it—made her heart flutter and pound uncontrollably.

As soon as she reached the second floor, she leaned against her door, patting her chest repeatedly. Then, as if trying to pep herself up, she muttered, "Ye Ziqiu, you’re so embarrassing. He merely offered you a ginseng root, and you were so flustered you couldn’t even speak. How humiliating."

She wondered why her heart was racing so fast and if she had truly fallen for him. Frustrated, she tugged at her hair, her mind a chaotic mess.

Just then, the sound of a car braking came from outside, followed immediately by Jiang Xue’s screaming.

"Why are you here? Are... are you two living together?

"Oh my god, Ye Ziqiu, have you lost your mind?"

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK.

Jiang Xue stomped up the stairs in her high heels.

Ye Ziqiu hurriedly opened her bedroom door and yanked Jiang Xue inside the moment she reached the threshold.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Ye Ziqiu said anxiously. "And could you keep your voice down in the future?"

"Why is he here? It’s ten past six in the morning! Don’t tell me he just arrived. I saw the ashtray on the living room coffee table—it’s full of cigarette butts." Jiang Xue demanded, her face stern with anger. "How could you let him stay at your house? Don’t you know how bad this looks for you? You’re too... too foolish."

"Shut up." Ye Ziqiu angrily covered Jiang Xue’s mouth. "Listen to me. Last night, we..."

Ye Ziqiu quickly recounted everything that had happened the previous evening to Jiang Xue.

By the end of it, Jiang Xue’s mouth had formed a perfect ’O’ shape.

Su Zhiwei? His junk was completely crushed?

"Hahahaha, that is so damn satisfying! Why? Why was I playing video games at home last night? Why didn’t I go over with Jiang? Ahhhhh! How could I miss out on something so thrilling?"

At that moment, she didn’t look like a refined Jiangnan beauty at all. She looked like a complete delinquent!

"No, no, I need to go downstairs. I want to hear the little security guard tell it again! This is too good. Suddenly, I’m finding him a lot more pleasing to the eye..."

Without waiting for Ye Ziqiu’s reply, Jiang Xue darted back down the stairs!

Ye Ziqiu was left utterly speechless. Jiang Xue was bored out of her mind on a daily basis and loved drama. Naturally, she was envious upon hearing about such an exciting event.

Shaking her head, Ye Ziqiu quickly got dressed.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Lin Jian was lounging casually with his legs crossed. "Who do you think you are? Why should I tell you?

"Why didn’t you bring your four wimps along today?"

At this moment, Lin Jian looked like a typical hooligan—a stark contrast to the way he behaved in front of Ye Ziqiu.

"Don’t mention them. You said it yourself, they’re just four wimps. Why would I bring them along?" Jiang Xue pleaded, uncharacteristically backing down. "Lin, just tell me what happened last night. We’re friends, aren’t we?"

Lin Jian basked in the flattery. Clearing his throat, he said, "It was nothing, really. I have sharp ears and quick eyes. The situation was incredibly dangerous. That Su Zhiwei was actually trying to strip the beautiful... ahem, President Ye’s clothes off! He was going to strip himself too, and lock them both in a room!

"I was so furious that I used every ounce of my strength to kick the heavy iron door flying. Then, I went in and crushed Su Zhiwei’s nuts!"

"Awesome! That’s so awesome! Haha, Lin Jian, you’re a real man!" Jiang Xue gave him a thumbs up.

She felt her blood pumping as she listened. This was way better than anything on TV!

"Oh shoot, this is bad!" Jiang Xue suddenly stood up, her laughter dying off. "Su Zhiwei is the direct heir of the Su Family, and his mother is from the Na clan of the Man Qing Banner People! There’s no way they’ll let this go after you crippled him!

"This is bad, this is really bad! Ziqiu, this is going to turn into a massive disaster!"

In a flurry of panic, Jiang Xue scrambled back upstairs.