bodyguard against fate

Chapter 55 Truth or Dare

"If only you didn't drive Feng Weida, he could do the work of two people." He Yong finally started to praise Feng Weida.

"Dad, do you think it was Wu Renxing or Lao Zheng who wanted to kill me...?" He Xiuli asked.

"Wu Renxing? Does he have the guts?"

Wu Renxing basically never fought back or talked back to He Yong when he was hit or cursed, which seriously misled He Yong's judgment.

"I know him; he's not one to suffer losses easily... Perhaps I went too far."

Good people are always fighting amongst themselves, while bad people are never grateful.

"If you had really gone too far, things wouldn't have come to this. My silly daughter—Dad's mistake was raising you too well from a young age, preventing you from thinking the worst of people. Wu Renxing was a scoundrel twenty years ago, and you're the only one who fell for him!"

Just as the father and daughter were having their bedtime conversation, He Xiuli suddenly received a message.

"Whose?" He Yong asked.

"Feng Weida said he's already outside the door."

"Speak of the devil, and he appears," He Yong said, puzzled. "What's he doing here?"

Although Feng Weida lost a lot of blood, fortunately none of his wounds were fatal. He was physically strong and had a good constitution, so he was able to walk again in a few days. He wanted to return the money to He Xiuli, but when he went to the ward, the nurse told him that He Xiuli had been discharged two days earlier.

After talking with Wu Meng, he realized he had somewhat disappointed He Xiuli. He Xiuli had hoped he would side with her, but he had sided with Wu Renxing. He didn't know if Wu Renxing was a good person, but judging from how he swindled Wu Meng out of gold bars and ransacked his house, he was definitely not a good guy. A benefactor is still a benefactor, and he had already repaid him with his actions. If he hadn't been so relentlessly hindering his benefactor, she would have achieved financial freedom long ago.

Besides returning the money to He Xiuli, he also had something else he wanted to say to her.

"Xiao Feng, what do you want to say?" He Xiuli asked.

Looking at He Yong standing to the side, Feng Weida found it hard to say anything.

He Yong understood: "I'll go check if the dog has been fed... Some dogs, you can feed them for over ten years and they still won't be tame, they'll even turn around and bite their owners. If you ask me, dogs like that should be killed!"

There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"What would you like to drink, black tea or red wine?" He Xiuli asked casually.

"Mr. He, you know I can't drink alcohol—"

"I'm not your boss anymore. I'm a year older than you, so just call me Sister He."

"Okay, Mr. He..." Feng Weida was a little unaccustomed to calling him that.

"I've thought about it. Your qualifications are good, but to be honest, I'm afraid very few people would be willing to accept you—"

"A...condition?" Feng Weida didn't react.

"Yes, look at you. Your appearance, height, education... and most importantly, your character, are all pretty good. Maybe your only shortcoming is your history of mental illness, but not everyone can't accept that. You see, we've known each other for so long, and if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have guessed that quite a few people would like someone like you—"

"Me? Like? Who would like me..." For some reason, Feng Weida suddenly felt a little insecure.

"I really like it!"

"Did I hear that right, Mr. He? You... like me?" Feng Weida seriously doubted that he was dreaming.

"I like you! How about I introduce you to my friends?"

etc--

What's going on? You like me, and you want to introduce me to your sisters?

"Mr. He, this isn't quite right—" Feng Weida said somewhat awkwardly. He wasn't usually a reserved person, but being this uninhibited seemed a bit unusual.

"What's wrong with that? Good things are meant to be shared with my best friends, and they'll recommend good things to me too!"

"You can do that?"

Feng Weida's CPU overheated. How come He Xiuli seems like a completely different person after not seeing her for a few days? Has she been possessed by a demon?

"Tell me, what kind of person are you looking for? I'll ask around for you." He Xiuli's expression didn't seem like she was joking.

"Mr. He," Feng Weida shook his head to clear his mind, pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, "Since you've put it that way, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I like you too, but you're the boss and Mr. Wu's wife, so I don't dare to have any improper thoughts. However, if you and Mr. Wu divorce someday, if you don't mind me, we can make do together. Don't give me away—"

"What did you say?" He Xiuli suddenly laughed. "I was talking about your job."

"Work...work? Then you said you like me—"

"I mean, I like drivers like you. I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriends. What do you think?" He Xiuli noticed his nervousness and asked with a smile.

Oh no, he misunderstood. Feng Weida wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"I...I was talking about work too..."

Looking at Feng Weida's awkward manner, He Xiuli suddenly found Feng Weida's honesty and straightforwardness somewhat endearing, and she hadn't felt like laughing like this in a long time.

"By the way, you said you had something you wanted to tell me?"

Oh right, Feng Weida almost forgot why he came.

He took out his salary card and placed it on the table: "Mr. He, I really can't accept the 500,000 yuan you gave me."

"Why? Is it too little?"

"No, it's because I still want to work for you. If you don't mind, I'll be your driver again. This time it's not for Mr. Wu, it's for you!"

"For me?"

He Xiuli never expected that even a stone could become enlightened.

"I always thought that I was protecting you to repay President Wu, but I was wrong. The reason I risked my life was because you are a good person. I'm a cheapskate, and I can't stand seeing good people being bullied—"

"So, you protect me because I'm a good person?" He Xiuli asked.

"No, it's because I love you, and I'd be willing to risk my life for you!"

Feng Weida decided to stop pretending and lay his cards on the table. He had already lost face earlier, so one more time wouldn't make a difference.

"Oh, I understand, thank you."

It's impossible for a god to make a woman who is disappointed in her marriage immediately accept a new relationship. He Xiuli neither expressed her opinion nor agreed nor refused.

"By the way, how were the mung bean balls I gave you last time? I'll get you some more."

At a time like this, what are you talking about with mung bean balls? Feng Weida was about to say, "Chen Ergou ate all the mung bean balls, I don't even know what they taste like," when he suddenly remembered Wu Meng's words: you have to stand in a woman's shoes and consider her feelings. But the problem is, Feng Weida doesn't lie.

"It would be better if it were a little softer; I like it soft."

Feng Weida was merely repeating what Chen Ergou had said, which wasn't a lie, and sure enough, He Xiuli was very happy.

"I've loved eating this since I was little. My mom makes it, and every time I eat it, it reminds me of her cooking."

road--"

For the first time, Feng Weida felt that Chen Ergou, this friend who liked to live off women, was actually somewhat useful.

"You also like soft food?" He Xiuli asked.

"No, I like it hard, just like my life!"

Reject being a kept man, starting with me!

If you can't do that, then disregard what I said.