Chapter 001: The Peculiar Tastes of the Wealthy

However, the long-haired girl beside me is indeed beautiful. Although her attire is somewhat conservative compared to girls from big cities, her delicate face is as pure as water. She has a tall figure and a pleasant demeanor. It is quite normal for her to attract some flowers and plants.

Oh. Alright. The girl saw Ye Qiu looking angry, her face filled with panic, and quickly extended her delicate, fair little hand to Ye Qiu

With a carefree wave to Lan Kexin, Ye Qiu squeezed through the crowd towards the exit.

Do you have a phone number? Perhaps you could give me a call or some contact information? Lan Kexin was unwilling to give up.

Good. Extend your hand

Let us go. We are to meet the young lady. You are the person invited by the master, serving as our young lady's dedicated bodyguard. The old man made an inviting gesture

Seeing the other party's submissive demeanor, Ye Qiu let out a cold laugh twice and then shifted his gaze away from him

Alas, the global economy is currently in a downturn, and the lives of migrant workers must be quite difficult as well. A few days ago, I read a newspaper article titled "Economic Crisis: Migrant Workers Return Home in Tears for the New Year"—and it's only September, yet a large number of migrant workers are heading back home. However, you seem to be doing well; while others are returning home, you are still able to go to Yanjing for work. Have you found a job? If not, I can lend you a hand. I have a relative who runs a construction company in Yanjing. Given your physique, if I make an introduction, you should have no problem carrying a bag of cement or moving some bricks on the construction site.

It's done, the young lady is about to lose her temper

"You—You—You are lying—" The boy's face was severely contorted, his forehead covered in sweat and beads of perspiration, his pupils dilated to an extreme, staring at Ye Qiu with an expression of disbelief

Do you still need to use your hands? Weren't you just—

"Hehe, fortunately, I have turned eighteen," Ye Qiu said, taking out his identification card from his pocket

Ah?" Ye Qiu was taken aback for a moment. Then he thought, she must believe that she can accurately deduce the matters of this beast opposite her through fortune-telling. Ye Qiu naturally would not refute this, and nodded in a profound and inscrutable manner.

Marriage and Fate

"Lying? Are you sure?" Ye Qiuhan asked coldly, the smirk at the corner of his mouth causing the other party's heart to twitch.

"What the hell do you want from me to pick up girls? Do red flowers need green leaves to match? Do you want to use my poverty to highlight your wealth? Do you want to use my ignorance to showcase your achievements? Do you want to use my handsomeness to accentuate your pig-like face? You look just like the chairman of the Football Association, Xie Chayao, with no intelligence and trying to imitate a bald head. You feel inferior and still want to find confidence from me? Who do you think you are? If you dare to speak to me again, I will break your legs." Ye Qiu pointed at the guy opposite and unleashed a torrent of insults, perfectly blending rural dialect and internet slang, leaving the other party utterly humiliated.

"I apologize, please forgive my boldness. Do you have any items to prove your identity?" Wang Bo was truly unable to associate the boy before him with the bodyguard of the young lady from the Tang family

Ye Qiuren is a person of exceptional character; how could one not perceive the disdain in his gaze and words? However, there is no need to stoop to the level of this little brat. With a slight curl of his lips, he chose to ignore him.

Ah, is it really like in the *picture* books? I am from the Information Management Department at Shueywood University. Everyone comes from the same city to study, and attending the same university can be considered a kind of fate. If you have time, let's go out and chat. I heard that there are hometown associations in the university." The bespectacled man said with a smile, his words containing a hint of flattery

Ye Qiu felt that he was living a very pitiful life

One does not know which young lady from Yanjing is recruiting oneself to be her bodyguard, is she not afraid of shortening her lifespan

The old man took a look at Ye Qiu's ID card, examining it closely. The address on the ID card was also from the same place as the Ye Qiu he was supposed to pick up. Moreover, this ID did not appear to be newly issued—was this person really Ye Qiu

When the boy spoke these words, he occasionally glanced at the girl. Just as he had anticipated, the girl was indeed captivated by his words, her beautiful big eyes fixed on Ye Qiu without blinking, exuding a hint of sympathy.

Ah, can you help me calculate it?" the girl asked with an eager expression on her face

"Which school are you from?" asked a bespectacled man across the way, his face beaming with a smile as he addressed the long-haired girl sitting by the window in the shade of the leaves.

They merely encountered each other by chance in the car, so how could he know so much about himself?

"Please, I beg you, take a look for me," the girl pleaded, her sorrowful little face evoking sympathy.

"Can you read faces?" The long-haired beauty beside him looked at Ye Qiu with a face full of surprise

Ye Qiu said with a bitter smile: "You can tell from my appearance that I can no longer afford a mobile phone. As for the address—I truly do not know where I am supposed to go"

With the broadcast sounding, Yanjing Station has arrived

"The diagram is not a book. I am here to work," Ye Qiu shook his head

"Whether you watch or not? If not, then forget it. What you see in him is character, while what you see in you is fate. Can they be the same?"

Hmm. The girl nodded her head

Shuimu University. The girl shyly replied. Having just stepped out of the innocence of high school, she still felt a bit reserved when approached by boys.

Are you trying to pursue her?" Ye Qiu pointed to the long-haired girl beside him and said

The person who was humiliated by Ye Qiu on the train saw Ye Qiu being escorted by two men in suits into a Mercedes-Benz van with a special license plate, his eyes widened in shock, and then he cursed loudly: "Bastard, why is a rich person pretending to be a laborer? What a show-off"

"Did I not just tell you? Fate is predetermined." Ye Qiu said with a smile

Because Ye Qiu's voice was somewhat high-pitched, the entire carriage heard the commotion. Most of the people in the carriage were students, and upon hearing Ye Qiu's classic tirade, they actually applauded and cheered. When they stood up and realized that these words were coming from a guy dressed like a laborer, a few of them even brought over several cans of beer, eager to toast with Ye Qiu.

In order to probe into his consciousness, it is unknown how many souls have been wasted. Ye Qiu unconsciously stroked a platinum ring adorned with strange patterns on his right hand, feeling a tinge of regret. His earlier precise prophetic ability stemmed from this magical ring that could glimpse into the souls of others.

Well then, what do you want to see? Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement

Upon exiting the ticket gate, Ye Qiu immediately spotted the crowd and his name in the picture book.

I am.

"How can you be so lacking in manners?" the boy said, exasperated.

"Quality? You dare to talk to me about quality?" Ye Qiu scoffed. "When you were eight, you were still wetting the bed; at twelve, you started peeping at your sister while she bathed. At sixteen, you drugged and assaulted your deskmate—your English skills are terrible, yet you scored over 120 this time. You know how that happened, right? Just two days ago, you dumped your thirteenth girlfriend, and now you come to me trying to flirt. How can you even talk to me about quality? I have been recognized as an exemplary villager in our village every year. Can you compare to that?"

The bespectacled man, noticing the girl showed no interest in speaking, shifted his gaze to the similarly young Ye Qiu, intending to draw the girl's attention by engaging him instead. He asked, "Are you also here in Beijing to study?"

Ye Qiu is a pragmatist who resolutely avoids tasks that are thankless and laborious

As September arrives, it marks the peak period for students returning to various universities. The train that Ye Qiu is on, heading to Yanjing, is filled with students going to study in Yanjing

Bodyguard? To put it simply, it is like a male nanny. It is a foolish job where one has to use their body to shield their master from bullets when danger arises

He truly does not regard such a person highly. If it were not for the fact that he had entangled himself in this matter, he would not waste his spiritual energy on such a meaningless task

When leaving, the old man said that someone would be there to pick him up, but Ye Qiu did not know who that person was or what they looked like. He only knew that he had come to Yanjing to be a bodyguard for a woman. Therefore, when Lan Kexin asked him for his address, he truly did not know where he would be staying.

"Ah?" The boy was taken aback that a migrant worker would ask such a direct question, which struck right at his innermost thoughts. He stood there with his mouth agape for quite some time. The girl with long hair beside him also had a flushed face, biting her thin lips, appearing as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Are you waiting for Ye Qiu?" Ye Qiu asked as he approached with a luggage bag in hand

Ye Qiu stood up to retrieve his luggage and also helped Lan Kexin with her pink suitcase. After chatting along the way, the two had become quite familiar with each other.

The boy across from him looked at him with fiery eyes, yet felt helpless. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he was deeply afraid of Ye Qiu. This seemingly harmless guy, when he smiled, was simply a devil.

The boy across was unwilling to stay with Ye Qiu for even a second; before the vehicle had come to a complete stop, he had already grabbed his luggage and rushed to the train door to wait to disembark

"Ye Qiu, will we be able to meet again?" Lan Kexin saw Ye Qiu carrying a bag and hurriedly grabbed her small suitcase to catch up.

"Who are you?" The old man looked at Ye Qiu with a puzzled expression

A man dressed in a black suit is holding a sign that bears the characters '葉秋' written in regular script. Beside him stands an elderly man dressed in a similar manner.

After spending over ten years in a remote mountain valley serving an able-bodied yet exceedingly lazy old man, I finally managed to wait until he was willing to let me leave the mountain. To my dismay, it turned out that I was still destined to serve others. Am I truly fated to be a servant by nature?

"No." Ye Qiu declined

You—You—

"Migrant worker?" The boy's gaze became somewhat unusual.