The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

"If I said I just wanted to help you wash your dirty clothes, would you believe me?" Wang Dadong turned to look at Lin Shiyan, who was looking at him with disgust, his face twitching as he spoke.

"Believe you? You hooligan, beast, shameless bastard, get out!"

Wang Dadong knew that even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn't explain himself clearly. Lin Shiyan was obviously on the brink of exploding, so it was better for him to wisely beat a retreat.

It was all because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. If you're going to wash, just wash, but why did he have to pick them up? Picking them up was one thing, but why did he have to smell them? He couldn't help but be seen as a villain.

Now, Lin Shiyan was already quite dissatisfied with him, and now she saw him as a beast.

"I was wrong, my sweet and dear wife, I really just wanted to help you wash the clothes."

"Dear wife, please forgive me this once."

Wang Dadong stood outside the door, looking pitiful.

Lin Shiyan was really angry today, and had firmly decided not to let Wang Dadong into the house, but seeing the spotlessly clean house, some of her anger dissipated.

However, she was absolutely not going to let Wang Dadong in so easily; she needed to teach this bastard a lesson and show him the consequences so he wouldn't dare touch her personal belongings again.

Thinking of Wang Dadong's previous actions, Lin Shiyan's pretty face blushed slightly.

After all, as a woman, and a powerful female CEO at that, it was somewhat embarrassing to have someone find out she had piled up a lot of dirty laundry.

Actually, the anger in Lin Shiyan's heart was far less than the embarrassment, like a little secret she had hidden for many years was suddenly exposed.

Yet this guy was actually willing to help her wash these things, a smile involuntarily emerged on Lin Shiyan's lips, one that even she herself didn't notice.

Typically, Lin Shiyan wasn't such a cold person, but having sat in the position of a goddess for a long time, she inevitably felt lonely and thus became more indifferent.

It must be said, Wang Dadong's nutritious breakfast this morning did have some effect. Although it didn't completely melt Lin Shiyan's icy exterior, it at least showed signs of melting.

"Meddler," Lin Shiyan muttered, but her heart stirred with unusual feelings.

Of course, just these were not enough to change Lin Shiyan's perception of Wang Dadong as a pretty boy, nor would she accept him just because he did these things for her.

Because if she wanted, all the men in Jiangdu City would probably fall over each other to help her wash.

"My dear wife, I can just kneel and wash clothes, just don't make me stay out here. What if a neighbor sees? It wouldn't look good," Wang Dadong was still trying.

Upon hearing Wang Dadong's words, an evil thought suddenly popped into Lin Shiyan's mind as she was arranging her personal clothes.

Wang Dadong had already been in despair, but unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened.

There stood Lin Shiyan, having changed out of her business suit and into a loose white printed T-shirt, revealing one shoulder.

The T-shirt was rather long, almost hiding the ultra-short shorts below.

She was wearing flip-flops on her feet, resembling a lazy girl next door.

At this moment, Lin Shiyan, with a bit less aloofness and a touch more charisma, seemed to transform from a high and cold CEO to a woman filled with feminine grace at home.

Regardless of the version, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Shiyan leaned against the door, a mysterious smile on her face, "Do you really want to come in?"

Her smile gave Wang Dadong a bad feeling, "Well, my dear wife, you aren't really going to make me kneel and wash clothes, are you?"

The smile on Lin Shiyan's face grew wider, "Don't worry, even if you want to kneel, we don't have a washboard at home."

"Oh good," Wang Dadong patted his rapidly thumping heart.

Kidding me, after all, he was the legendary King of Mercenaries; if he really knelt to wash clothes, wouldn't it be a joke for those guys still mixing abroad?

Before long, the sounds of Wang Dadong, somewhat soul-stirring, echoed from inside the house.

"Honey, can I change positions?"

"Honey, don't just move yourself, let me do some moving, can I?"

"Honey, I've been holding this position for half an hour, and I have to go to work tomorrow. How about we call it a night?"

Sometimes happiness comes so unexpectedly… Well, that's probably wishful thinking…

"Shut up, kneel properly! I didn't ask you to kneel on a washboard, so why all the fuss!" Faced with Wang Dadong's incessant chatter like a nagging fly, Lin Shiyan said impatiently.

Actually, kneeling on a washboard would have been a lesser ordeal.

Because what Lin Shiyan had Wang Dadong kneeling on were her "glasses"!

"My dear, I've been kneeling for an hour now, can I get up?" Wang Dadong whined, looking pathetically at Lin Shiyan, who was sitting on the couch enjoying an apple.

At that moment, Wang Dadong's actions were extremely bizarre.

He held his hands high above his head, holding a pair of rose-colored glasses.

Beneath his knees, there knelt a pair of purple glasses, and another hung around his neck!

"Don't you like these things? They're much softer than a washboard, or a keyboard, or whatever," Lin Shiyan said with a grin, taking a bite of her apple.

He liked them indeed, but he liked them on her, not for kneeling. Wang Dadong was almost in tears.

"At least I helped you wash the clothes, my dear. Please spare me!"

"Who knows if you're one of those guys with special fetishes, I've heard some bad men take women's belongings and do nasty things secretly."

Wang Dadong's face twitched, realizing that saying anything now was useless; in Lin Shiyan's eyes, he had already been labeled a nuisance and a beast.

"And who asked you to meddle? I only wear my clothes once anyway."

"Such a wasteful woman."

"What did you say?"

"My dear, you are wise and valiant!"

...

The next day, Wang Dadong still got up very early, made breakfast for Lin Shiyan, and then left the house.

Seeing the breakfast on the table, Lin Shiyan decided to give it a try.

"Just to see how it tastes, if it's not good, I'll have another reason to criticize that jerk."

"No, no, if that jerk finds out I ate his food, he'll definitely start boasting again."

"One bite probably won't give it away, right?"

Eventually, Lin Shiyan ended up devouring the whole bowl of porridge. There was no helping it, Wang Dadong's porridge was too delicious; she had never tasted such delicious porridge before.

Also, after eating it, she felt a warm and comfortable sensation in her stomach.

Lin Shiyan had a weak stomach, especially in the mornings when the sight of food made her nauseous, which is why she usually just ate an apple for breakfast.

However, looking at the porridge made by Wang Dadong, she didn't feel nauseous at all. After one bite, she couldn't resist having another, and accidentally finished the whole bowl, feeling particularly content afterwards.

"Didn't expect this guy to be somewhat capable. " She was going to wash the bowl, but realizing she was out of time, Lin Shiyan hurried out the door.

Today, a troubling air filled the security department, everyone was as quiet as a church mouse, not daring to utter a word.

The reason was simple, because Zeng Xiaozhang was in a bad mood today.