Chapter 6
The Delicate Young Lady Who Loved Courting Trouble (Part 2/2)
Tan Shen stared at her face for a long moment before finally looking away.
In a low voice, he responded, “Mm.”
Having received his answer, Xie Yurao immediately broke into a bright smile.
“See? Problem solved.”
Lifting the hem of her dress, she headed out of the banquet hall, looking every bit like a pampered little fox spoiled by affection.
Her mouth kept chattering away.
“When we get home, have the chef make more delicious food. I didn’t even eat enough at the banquet.”
Qin Yun always paid close attention to her manners in public, so she could only eat slowly and elegantly—and wasn’t even allowed to eat much.
Following behind her, Tan Shen replied helplessly, “Alright.”
No wonder Madam Xie had assigned her a top-tier personal bodyguard.
Otherwise, who knew when this delicate young lady, who loved courting death, might end up getting herself strangled by someone.
…
Early the next morning.
As promised, Jiang Mingci arrived at the villa to accompany the Xie family’s young miss in dance practice.
The morning sky was still dimly lit. The maids were tending to the garden, where fresh green grass sparkled with dewdrops, full of vitality.
After straightening his outfit, he had barely stepped out of the front courtyard when he spotted the cold and imposing man jogging toward him.
“Bodyguard Tan.”
Jiang Mingci greeted him with a gentle smile.
The moment Tan Shen saw him, he abruptly stopped. His brows slowly furrowed.
“Why are you here?”
Dance practice was scheduled for the afternoon. It was only a little past six in the morning.
Jiang Mingci walked toward him.
Today, he had made a special effort with his appearance. Even his hair had been carefully styled into a trendy Korean look.
After all, he wanted to pursue the young miss.
And beside her was a nearly perfect man like Tan Shen.
When it came to competing with another man, he naturally couldn’t afford to fall behind.
“Last night, the young miss sent me a message on WeChat, saying the dance practice had been extended from half a day to a full day.”
Looking at Tan Shen, he smiled and said,
“So Bodyguard Tan didn’t know?”
“…”
Tan Shen glanced at him.
In an indifferent tone, he replied,
“My duties don’t require me to know who she sends messages to.”
Jiang Mingci froze for a moment.
Judging from his cold and unconcerned attitude, he didn’t seem to harbor any special feelings for the young miss.
Was it just his imagination?
Then Tan Shen suddenly added in the same calm voice,
“She stayed up late last night. She hasn’t woken up yet.”
“…”
Before Jiang Mingci could respond, Tan Shen turned to a maid watering flowers and instructed,
“Take the guest to the lounge first and make sure he’s properly attended to.”
“Yes, Mr. Tan.”
After giving the order, Tan Shen paid Jiang Mingci no further attention and resumed his unfinished morning run.
Watching his tall, powerful figure recede into the distance, Jiang Mingci couldn’t help noticing the smooth lines of muscle hidden beneath the gray casual sportswear.
Handsome, cold, and strikingly masculine.
“Mr. Jiang, please follow me.”
Jiang Mingci nodded and finally withdrew his gaze.
Somewhat displeased, he thought to himself:
Why does this bodyguard act like he’s the master of the house?
When Tan Shen finished his run, he casually lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his face.
The movement inadvertently revealed his sharply defined eight-pack abs.
A fine sheen of sweat covered them, making them look both dangerously attractive and undeniably sexy.
The maid approaching him blushed slightly.
“M-Mr. Tan.”
Tan Shen’s tone remained cool and detached, his expression unchanged.
“Speak.”
“The young miss’s dance practice is about to start, but she’s still asleep. Could you go wake her up…?”
The maid spoke awkwardly.
“You know how the young miss doesn’t like being woken up by other people.”
Although Xie Yurao usually treated the maids very well, she had a terrible temper when waking up.
So she wouldn’t let the maids wake her.
Only Tan Shen was allowed to do it.
She would scold a man, but not the pretty maids.
In the morning sunlight, the handsome, cold-faced man let out a faint scoff.
“Got it.”
Normally, after his morning run, he would shower first before going to wake her.
But for some reason today, he couldn’t be bothered.
Without washing up, he simply strode toward the villa on his long legs—.
