The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 320

"Enough!"

Wang Yulan shuddered, too scared to speak.

The electric gate was kicked into a big dent by Ye Tian, with the red light flashing and the alarm sounding. Ye Tian’s face was livid as he delivered another kick to the sky, shattering the red light and scattering plastic fragments everywhere.

"He Ku, let’s go."

Ye Tian carried He Ku away, the blue worn-out school bag trembling incessantly with Ye Tian’s steps.

Wang Yulan finally regained her composure, fury swelling within her. Her features twisted grotesquely with malicious anger, matched with her yellow wavy hair, making her resemble a bitch in heat unable to find satisfaction. The gatekeeper Old Wang stared at her, at a loss.

"Stop fucking staring! Get inside!" Old Wang scurried into the guard room, put on his reading glasses, and read the newspaper. Wang Yulan glared at him and stormed off. Want to go to school? If I let you attend this school, then I am not a Wang!

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"Have you had lunch?"

Ye Tian stopped at a Northeastern dumpling restaurant with He Ku on his back. They were away from the bustling city center, in the development zone. Not far from a construction site, there were several small eateries, barbecue stalls, and hot pot restaurants around, offering tasty and filling food at affordable prices.

He Ku didn’t speak, just watched the people inside the dumpling restaurant devouring large dumplings happily. Ye Tian glanced and knew that the kid must have been kicked out of school without having lunch. Poor kids are always bullied wherever they go.

"Boss, two pounds of dumplings and a plate of beef slices."

"What filling for the dumplings?"

"Pork with leeks."

"Got it!"

He Ku sat on the stool uneasily. He wasn’t excited about eating dumplings but was worried about school. After such a scene, he definitely couldn’t go back to school. Not attending school wasn’t a big deal, but his father would certainly not agree. His father always prioritized education.

Ye Tian was also troubled. He wanted to talk calmly, but seeing that despicable woman’s behavior made him curse. He felt he was relatively polite. If she had been a man, those kicks wouldn’t have hit the gate, and the guy would have surely been knocked out cold. Thinking about it, he still believed he hadn’t done anything wrong. If necessary, he would keep He Ku with him. What good was there to learn in school? Learn some real skills. But then again, he was hardly getting by himself; how could he take care of a child? Ye Tian immediately stopped his train of thought, not wanting to drive himself to a dead end.

"He Ku, where is your family from?" Ye Tian asked after taking a sip of water.

He Ku shook his head, "Don’t know."

"Don’t know?"

"Yeah."

"Has your dad ever told you about the past?"

"No."

"What about your mom?"

"...I don’t have a mom." He Ku’s head sank deeper, his face no longer visible.

Ye Tian stopped asking and continued drinking water. He didn’t pry into people’s wounds.

The dumplings were served, two jins of them—quite a portion, steaming in two large plates. Ye Tian ate less than one plate, leaving a few, while He Ku stopped after a small plate. Ye Tian asked the owner to pack the leftovers in a bag and handed it to He Ku, instructing him to take it home for his dad. He Ku silently held it in his hand.

Such words, a child like him couldn’t speak, only Ye Tian could.

Carrying He Ku, they returned the same way they came. Delayed by several traffic lights, by the time they got back to the courtyard, it was already dark. Streetlights flickered on one by one, the alley was unlit. Ye Tian pulled out his phone for light, using the durable Nokia that could crack walnuts—Zhang Xiayang’s phone. Shining it around revealed nothing, so Ye Tian turned off the phone and carried He Ku inside.

They almost took the wrong turn. Entering the alley, in the absence of streetlamps, the entrance was invisible but there were many people gathered, holding flashlights, and the lights in the courtyard were also on. Looking closer, it seemed something had happened at He Biandan’s house—a complete mess from the doorway to the courtyard, quilts, cotton padding, broken bowls, shattered pots everywhere. The windows and doors were smashed, leaving the already shabby house completely exposed to the elements.

Robbery!

Ye Tian’s mind immediately went to that word, yet on second thought, the only valuable thing in this father and son’s home was their electric rice cooker—who would rob such a place.

Little He Ku pushed through the crowd trying to rush inside, but being small and weak, he couldn’t get through. Ye Tian walked over, casually Shouldered his way through; the people in front staggered to the side. Surrounding people became resentful, but turning around and seeing a tall, fiery-eyed, fierce looking man, they turned their heads back to the spectacle.

"Dad!" He Ku dropped the plastic bag of dumplings and ran over.

A naive voice brought He Biandan, squatting by the door, back to reality. As he lifted his head, he saw He Ku running towards him. Barely standing up, He Ku plunged into his arms, shivering, likely crying.

He Biandan sighed, not saying a word, but affectionately stroked He Ku’s head and pulled him inside the house.

Ye Tian, not caring anymore, picked up the dumplings and followed inside. The condition was no better than outside, perhaps even worse. Even the earthen pit was dismantled, and clay bricks were thrown everywhere, having had water poured over them and frozen into chunks. Even the sleeping area was gone. The light bulbs were also smashed.

It wasn’t a robbery, it was clearly vandalism! No mercy, a bloody bayonet!

"Young man, what on earth happened here!"

He Biandan habitually reached for his glasses only to remember they were smashed and he wasn’t wearing them, so he lowered his hand again. "You took He Ku to school, and I followed behind, forgetting to lock the door. When I returned after delivering the water, it was like this."

He Biandan’s tone was calm, he patted He Ku’s back signaling him to relax, then started tidying up the room—setting broken chairs and tables aside. He went outside to grab two burning firewood sticks from the landlord Old Liu’s hearth, brought them in to light the wood for warmth, and by the light of the fire, continued cleaning the house. Using newspapers, he patched up the windows, refilling the earthen bed with soil. However, the disarray couldn’t be sorted out in a moment.

Ye Tian stepped out, standing at the doorstep smoking in frustration, his anger mounting.

With the cigarette glowing intermittently, Ye Tian squatted at the door in a foul mood. Footsteps approached, Ye Tian looked up, "What do you want to do?"ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com