The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 317

"Deaf, huh? Want me to cure that for you?"

Seeing Ye Tian raise his palm, Zhang Sanpao shivered. He wasn’t a pushover, but today’s situation seemed far from simple.

Zheng Sanpao walked over, still holding that carrying pole.

"Brother He, what has this guy done to you?"

He Biandan got up from the ground, covered in mud and snow, filthy all over. He walked up to Zheng Sanpao, adjusted his glasses, one of the lenses was cracked, "Zheng Sanpao, give me back my money."

Zheng Sanpao scoffed, "He Biandan, I think you’ve gone dumb from carrying poles. You hit me first, I didn’t ask for compensation for my medical expenses and now you want to swindle money from me? You’re asking for it..."

"Smack!" A hefty slap landed on Zheng Sanpao’s face, spinning him around three times until the people next to him steadied him, "Acting like I’m invisible? Told you to hand over the money, why the fuck are you still talking!"

This slap was an eye-opener for the onlookers; not many can slap with such flair, let alone spin someone around, and three times at that. Many years later, when He Biandan recalled the clash at the Zheng Family’s doorstep, he couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration, "When it comes to slapping, it’s Ye Tian, back in the day, that was, tsk tsk..."

Knowing that now was not the time to act tough, Zheng Sanpao glared viciously at He Biandan, remaining silent. Not that he didn’t want to talk; his teeth were loose, his mouth hurt so much that even breathing was painful, let alone speaking!

"What are you glaring at? Want another of mine? Not convinced, huh? Come on then, let’s talk this out, I specialize in dealing with the discontent!"

Seeing Ye Tian’s fierce eyes, Zheng Sanpao immediately pulled out a wallet from the inner pocket of his leather jacket, counting out several red bills and handing them over.

"How are we going to settle for my big brother’s injuries? And these clothes, can you afford to compensate?"

Zheng Sanpao glared back. His shabby clothes were fit for a dog’s bed and even a dog would disdain them! Just as he was about to speak, Ye Tian gave him a glare. Seeing those eyes, Zheng Sanpao softened again, reassuring himself, not to rush, to let them boast for now, everything will be fine when the boss comes back, everything will be fine...

He took out another two bills, but his wallet was snatched out of the air by a hand, "Give it here. You don’t look like you’re short of cash, why be so stingy. You’re nearly dead, what do you need all that money for?"

Zheng Sanpao trembled in anger from what Ye Tian said, ’You’re the one dying! You’re the one dying!’

In the end, under He Biandan’s persuasion, he only took the rightful one thousand yuan. Seeing his insistence, Ye Tian didn’t say much more and took three hundred yuan for himself as compensation for missed work. When leaving, he didn’t forget to pick up the carrying pole for He Biandan.

The onlookers rolled their eyes.

...

"Little He, what exactly happened? What grudge do you have with that asshole to end up getting beaten to death like that?" While talking, Ye Tian was applying medicine to He Biandan. The medicine was bought from a pharmacy on their way back—some cheap iodine, cotton swabs, and he grabbed a box of amoxicillin for inflammation.

Asshole? He Biandan thought of Zheng Sanpao’s appearance, and it really fit. He wanted to laugh, moved his mouth, but the wound cracked, "Hiss", and he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"We did some cellar work for him; it was a thousand yuan per person. But he reneged on the payment."

"Why are you the only one trying to collect the debt?"

"The other two are from out of town, and a thousand yuan isn’t a big amount. Rather than wasting time here, they’d better look for other jobs, so it’s just me left. Besides, the Zheng Family has two sons who don’t care about getting hurt when they fight, and an older son who is a cop. Nobody wants to mess with them. Even seeing them, you’d have to walk the other way."

"Just look at that old asshole. Becoming a cop, or even the president, he’d still be an asshole." Ye Tian cursed a few times, put down the cotton swab he was holding, "Alright, little brother, you take a rest first, and call me if you need anything."

"Ye Tian."

"Hmm? What’s wrong?" Seeing He Biandan looking like he had more to say but hesitated, Ye Tian asked. He must have something on his mind, otherwise, he wouldn’t have stopped talking.

He Biandan hesitated for a moment, "Why not... you should go into hiding for a couple of days. Those three young men from the Zheng Family are not easy to deal with, and they’ll probably come looking for trouble with you."

So that’s what he was worried about. Ye Tian waved his hand carelessly, "Don’t worry about it, they can’t do anything to me, my slaps are not for decoration. Ha-ha."

Watching Ye Tian walk out the door with a bag in his hand, He Biandan muttered to himself, still worried about his slaps while eating plain noodles.

He was deep in thought when Ye Tian stepped halfway out of the door, but then retreated back inside.

He Biandan was puzzled, "What... Erdan? Why did you come back? Didn’t you have school at noon..."

Tears shimmered in He Ku’s eyes, yet he stubbornly kept his lips sealed and did not cry, his big cotton shoes torn, revealing the cotton inside.

He Biandan fell silent, his face clouded with worries again.

When Ye Tian was leaving, he saw He Ku squatting at the door, his little face red with cold, his ten little fingers swollen like carrots, his head buried between his legs like a child who had done something wrong. He didn’t know how long the child had been crouching there alone.

A child who had done something wrong? Ye Tian felt that this metaphor was not quite appropriate. Whose fault is it really? No matter the mistake, it’s never the child’s fault.

He Biandan guessed right, He Ku had indeed been kicked out of school.

"The teacher said that if we don’t pay the fees, we can’t attend school. That’s the rule. She also said... Dad, I won’t go anymore, I won’t go to school. I’ll carry water with you, we’ll earn money together, and with the money, we’re going to buy a big house, and then..."

"Nonsense! Who told you to stop attending school!" He Biandan frowned, cursed loudly, and the corner of his mouth tore open again, the purple medicine unable to cover the blood that seeped out.

Little He Ku anxiously lowered his head, rubbing his hands together non-stop, palms touching, friction heating them up. Drops of water began to gather on the uneven ground, followed by the twitching of little He Ku’s shoulders. The child cried, and it was painful for He Biandan too, who sighed deeply and turned his head away, not speaking.

Ye Tian slammed the table, and the bottle of iodine nearly toppled over, "God dammit, if it’s such a terrible school, then don’t attend! Screw it! He Ku, come with me, let’s go talk to your teacher, I really want to ask, is this school inlaid with diamonds or plated with gold?"

Without waiting for He Biandan to react, Ye Tian grabbed He Ku’s hand and walked out. Later realizing He Ku’s hand was frostbitten, he then held his wrist, and ultimately simply carried him on his back.

Seeing Ye Tian’s determination, how could He Biandan sit still? He hurriedly followed him out, not even bothering to lock the door.