Stunning CEO's Super Expert Bodyguard

Ye Wudao emerged from the dressing room in his new clothes, tousling his somewhat messy hair and looking somewhat unaccustomed to his attire. Suddenly sensing the silence around him, he looked up to find the beautiful manager and Qin Xiaonan staring at him, dazed.

His face chiseled as if by blade and axe, his sharply defined features set off by deep, black eyes that shimmered mesmerizingly. His thick brows, prominent nose, and overall appearance suggested a carefree and unconventional man, particularly the gleam in his eyes, which commanded respect.

Ye Wudao's skin was somewhat dark, tinged with a bronze hue that didn't detract from his look but instead gave off a vibrant, sunny vibe. Fang Yi, a supermodel with a natural flair for fashion, had personally selected his attire. Ye Wudao now looked every bit the suave gentleman of troubled times, the air of a rustic construction worker from his past nowhere to be found.

Had they not witnessed the transformation with their own eyes, they would have never believed that this distinguished young master before them was the same country bumpkin. It was as if magic had been performed; indeed, the saying "Buddha is dressed in gold, man is dressed in clothes" was no lie.

"Whoosh!" The sound snapped the two women out of their stupor. Ye Wudao must have felt the collar too tight, for he suddenly yanked it open and rolled up the sleeves of the high-end suit to reveal the white shirt sleeves underneath. The women looked down to see that Ye Wudao was still wearing his pink flip-flops instead of dress shoes, prompting them both to cover their faces in dismay. A sparrow, even if it transforms into a phoenix, still retains its sparrow essence.

"Sorry about that, the leather shoes were a bit tight. I was worried I'd burst them and have to pay for the damages, so I didn't wear them," Ye Wudao said, one pant leg hiked up higher than the other, revealing a swatch of his hairy calf and further leaving the women speechless.

Unable to bear the sight of a perfect piece of art being tarnished, Fang Yi, with her sense for fashion, immediately instructed a clerk to bring a larger pair of leather shoes for Ye Wudao. Once shod in the leather shoes, he finally resembled an artwork again. Although not perfect, at least it wasn't a broken tile anymore.

As the two women and the clerks watched in dumbfounded silence, Ye Wudao squatted this way and that, occasionally striking a horse stance, stretching his arms, and even kicking his legs, all the while muttering, "The elasticity of the clothes is not bad, but they're a bit tight. It's not very easy to exercise in."

An eerie quiet pervaded the entire Versace men's store as everyone looked on in bemusement. Who wore Versace to exercise? Especially Qin Xiaonan, who turned green at the sight—Ye Wudao's outfit was worth 150,000 yuan, and if he ruined it, President Song would surely have her hide.

"Sir, this suit suits you very well, showcasing the best of your temperament. Are you satisfied with it?" Fang Yi said, trying to maintain composure amidst her mixed emotions.

"It's okay, but the clothes are a bit expensive, at fifteen thousand. With fifteen thousand, I could buy dozens of suits. When I came in earlier, there was a promotional sale across the street. They were selling these 'Woodpecker' shirts for fifteen yuan each, and 'Old Man's Head' leather shoes for thirty, even throwing in a belt..."

Ye Wudao grumbled about the price.

Fang Yi's face became a kaleidoscope of colors; she dearly wanted to kick this man out. But she still maintained a professional smile and said, "Sir, I think there's been a mistake. The suit you're wearing, including the shirt and shoes, is priced at a total of 149,200 yuan."

"What? 149,200 yuan? Why don't you just rob people! Is this a robbery? I don't want your clothes; I'm going to that store across the street to buy Woodpecker and Old Man's Head."

At the mention of the price, Ye Wudao's legs gave way. Fifteen thousand for a few pieces of clothing? Did they think he was a fool? He was downright unwilling to pay for it, knowing the items at the store across the street would cost mere fractions of that, fifteen for a shirt, thirty for shoes with a free belt. Only a fool would spend 150,000 on clothes.

Qin Xiaonan, seeing Ye Wudao's naivety causing her face to flush red, knew that the products across the street were all fake. She felt compelled to step in and said, "We'll take this suit. Please wrap it up for us."

"Alright, please come to the counter to pay."

Fang Yi could tell that the person really in charge was not this bumpkin, but the girl with black-rimmed glasses. She wondered what their relationship was?

"Crazy girl, have you lost your mind? That's a hundred and fifty thousand." Ye Wudao urgently said to her.

"Shut up! Boss Song said we're getting this set." Qin Xiaonan had no choice but to bring up Song Yuhan; otherwise, this guy would just go on and on.

"If the wife says so, then... then let's get it."

Remembering Song Yuhan's stubborn and icy personality, Ye Wudao had to quench his fire and stopped pestering. However, his expression was bitterly comical—as if he now owed Song Yuhan a hundred and fifty thousand yuan.

"This must be the wife's doing on purpose, getting me to owe her money so she can find an excuse to kick me out eventually." Ye Wudao grumbled to himself.

"Sir, here are the clothes you purchased."

Fang Yi handed several bags of clothes to Ye Wudao, and somehow, at this moment, she suddenly started coughing violently.

It was quite a while before she stopped coughing, and her originally rosy complexion had turned somewhat pale, as if she was in great distress.

By then, Qin Xiaonan had finished paying and was ready to leave with Ye Wudao. Wudao, however, approached Fang Yi, looked her over from head to toe, and then suddenly said, "Beauty, you're sick."

"You're the one who's sick." Fang Yi instantly got angry, thinking that Ye Wudao was cursing her.

"And if you don't treat your illness, you definitely won't survive the year," Ye Wudao said, as if determined to shock her to death.

"Sir, could you please show some respect?" Fang Yi said angrily.

Meanwhile, Qin Xiaonan was dragging Ye Wudao away with a dark expression, hurrying to leave before he could say anything more outrageous. All the way, Qin Xiaonan wore a stern face and didn't bother to listen to Ye Wudao, driving him back and leaving immediately, as if avoiding the plague, not wanting to stay with him for a second longer.

In fact, Qin Xiaonan really misunderstood Ye Wudao. Ye Wudao was not talking nonsense; the beautiful manager really was ill, and seriously so. If she didn't seek treatment, she certainly would not make it through the year.