The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 352

"He really is one unlucky guy, haha."

"What’s there to be unlucky about. If you ask me, it’s his own fault. Not a shred of vision or perception. If your belly’s getting big, don’t you know to keep it in check? Sure, it’s not wrong to have a big belly, but when it’s bigger than your boss’s, that’s just asking for trouble. Your butt hasn’t even warmed the seat yet and your belly swells up first, what’s that about? If it were ancient times, he would have had his whole clan executed; that’s not just a belly, that’s ambition."

Old Liao listened to Old Man Liu’s tirade, and although he found it laughable, he didn’t quite know how to argue. He didn’t believe in such things, but somehow, the things he saw did seem to relate to this "belly philosophy". All the matters in the official circles, condensed to a point, seemed indeed to fall on one’s belly.

"Hey, comrade, what are you here for this time?"

A reminder from Old Man Liu brought Old Liao back to his senses. The idle chat was over, and it was time to get to the point.

Collecting his thoughts, Old Liao asked, "Uncle, do you know where He Zi... He Biandan’s son has gone?"

"Oh, you mean his son... Why have so many people been looking for his son these days?"

Old Liao’s eyes flickered, "Who else is looking for him?"

"It’s your people, ah, that kid from the Zheng Family, and some drivers, also someone who said he was handling a case, quite a few groups have been here back and forth."

"Uncle, do you know where he is now?"

This time Old Liu decisively shook his head, "I don’t know."

Old Liao, skilled in analyzing people’s psychological movements from his job as a police officer, had his suspicions about this response, but didn’t delve deeper. Instead, he proceeded to ask nonchalantly about He Biandan’s character, his usual work, and matters regarding his upbringing of his child. Old Liu had more to say this time, speaking more earnestly, but overall, not much valuable information was provided. However, for Old Liao, getting this much was satisfying enough.

"Uncle, which room do they live in? This one?" Old Liao turned to look at the west room, dilapidated and desolate, "This doesn’t look livable."

"They used to live there, but after it was smashed, they moved to live with Ye Tian. That’s the one." Old Liu pointed at the east room of the main house.

Old Liao turned and gave Ma Chao a look. Ma Chao understood and walked into the room, but the door was locked, with a slightly larger padlock hanging on it. Ma Chao wanted to employ a few tricks to unlock the door, but Old Liao called out to him, "Anyone in there?"

"No."

"Oh, then never mind, we’ll come back in the afternoon."

"It’s no use. These people have all disappeared. This family, that family, and that family, three groups of people, normally they would argue and fight, but once out the door, as if they’ve agreed upon it, all disappeared. I haven’t even received the rent yet."

"Heh, don’t worry, where could they go during the New Year? Maybe they’ll be back in a few days. Alright, you rest up, we won’t disturb you anymore."

"Hey, give me another one of your cigarettes."

Old Liao generously handed over the entire pack of Honghe cigarettes to Old Man Liu, who was joyous for quite a while.

Back in the car, the two began to exchange thoughts.

"What did you see in the room, what are your thoughts?"

"The items in the room are all relatively intact, no signs of hurried departure or disarray, the light was off, the bowls and chopsticks on the table were neatly placed, the child’s books were tidily arranged at the head of the bed, the caps on the ballpoint pens were all closed, the bedding wasn’t perfectly folded, but it wasn’t a mess either, there was no disorder in the room, and certainly no violent marks of struggle or fight, and the door was locked. It’s unlikely he was taken by force."

"Taken by force? What are you insinuating?"

"Didn’t you hear earlier, several groups of people are looking for He Zixuan’s son, and his son is a hot commodity. There are too many of these cases, threats work far less effectively than holding relatives as leverage, simple and efficient, it’s convenient. Once it’s done, leave no trail, and eradicate all loose ends, it’s very clean."

"Heh, sounds like you’ve done it yourself."

Old Liao sniffed and leaned back in his seat to organize his thoughts, "He Zixuan is arrested, both witnesses and evidence are present, but now the witness has vanished, that’s the first point of suspicion; He Zixuan’s son is being sought after by multiple parties, we need to clarify exactly which one, that’s the second; just now that old man mentioned two people, one named Ye Tian, the other the younger son from the Zheng Family, we need to clear those two up, and the others mentioned by Zheng Dazhi at the station too, ideally mapping out a network of relationships; and..." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Old Liao closed his eyes, tapping his temple with his index finger, faster and faster, his brows grew heavier, until finally, the moment his brow relaxed, the tapping on his temple also stopped, "We have to ensure the safety of He Zixuan."

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Ye Tian was fast, "borrowing" a car on the road, a motorcycle, no one would chase if it was dumped. He rushed to the alley overnight and took He Ku away under the cover of darkness. You could say Old Liu was righteous; he didn’t tell anyone, and especially not Zheng Dazhi when he asked—after all, it was Zheng Dazhi who had smashed their house, what good could come to the child if he ended up in his hands? With Zheng Dazhi as an example, Old Liu was somewhat wary of all policemen. So he didn’t tell Old Liao and the others about Ye Tian taking He Ku away.

"My dad didn’t kill anyone!"

"I know, how could your dad possibly be a killer?"

"My dad didn’t kill anyone!"

"Yes, yes, I know, but you have to eat something first."

"My dad didn’t kill anyone!"

Ye Tian looked helplessly at the stubborn child, with no solution in sight. Ever since he brought He Ku to this nightclub, the boy had refused to eat anything besides drinking water, just repeating the same sentence, as if by saying it his father would be fine.

Ye Tian put down the utensils and propped his chin up, watching him, "Really not eating?"

"My dad didn’t kill anyone!"

"Fine, don’t eat if you don’t want to, I’ll eat myself."

Ye Tian couldn’t persuade him and started eating by himself, while thinking of a solution. Four days since he came out, he still had no clue about the situation in the lane. He had to take care of what happened to He Biandan, since moving into the compound, he had become involved with the father and son. No matter if this time it’s someone purposely causing him trouble, he couldn’t just abandon them and leave. But, if he were to go back like this, he might fall right into a trap, and then not only would he be unable to save them, but he’d also be implicated, a total loss is not a good plan.