The Bad Taste of the Rich

  Ye Qiu felt that he was living a very monotonous life.

  Stuck in a poor mountain valley serving an old man with hands and feet but too lazy to be believable for over a decade, finally waited until he was willing to let himself out of the mountains, only to find that it was still a servant's job. Is one's fate really born to be a slave?

  Bodyguard? In simple terms, it's a male nanny. When the master encounters danger, he has to use his body to block bullets, a foolish job.

  I don't even know which young lady from Yenching wants to recruit me as her bodyguard, isn't she afraid of shortening her lifespan?

  It was September, the peak season for students to return to school in various universities. The train that Ye Qiu took to Yanjing was packed with students going to Yanjing to study.

  "What school are you from?" A bespectacled boy with a smile all over his face asked the long-haired girl sitting by the window next to Ye Qiuri.

  "Mukogawa University." The girl replied with a blush. Having just left high school, she was still a bit shy and not used to talking to boys yet.

  "Ah, really? I'm from the Information Management Department of Mizuki University. Everyone comes from the same city to study, and we're all in the same university, it's a kind of fate. If you have time, let's grab a seat and chat. I heard there are alumni associations in universities too." The bespectacled man said with a smile, his tone somewhat flattering.

  However, the long-haired girl next to me is indeed beautiful. Although her dressing style is somewhat conservative compared to girls in big cities, her small face is as clear and delicate as water. She has a tall figure and a good temperament, which can attract some attention from boys.

  "Uh-huh." The girl nodded.

  The bespectacled man, seeing that the girl had no interest in talking, shifted his gaze to Ye Qiu, who was similarly young, and prepared to use him as a pivot to attract the girl's attention. He asked: "Are you also here to study at Yanjing?"

  "No. I'm here to work." Ye Qiu shook his head.

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

  Ye Qiu was a man of discerning taste, how could he not see the disdain in his eyes and words? But it wasn't worth arguing with this little brat, so he curled his lip and ignored him.

  "Sigh, the global economy is not doing well now, and the lives of migrant workers are not easy either? I read a newspaper article a few days ago, titled "Economic Crisis, Migrant Workers Return Home Early with Tears in Their Eyes" - it's only September, but many migrant workers have already returned to their hometowns. However, you're still doing okay, while others are returning home, you're still able to rush to work in Yanjing. Have you found a job? If not, I can help you out. I have a relative who runs a construction company in Yanjing, with your physique - if I introduce you, going to the construction site to carry some mud or bricks shouldn't be a problem."

  The boy glanced at the girl from time to time as he spoke. As he had expected, the girl was indeed attracted by his words, her beautiful big eyes staring at Ye Qiu with a hint of sympathy.

  "Are you interested in her?" Ye Qiu said, pointing to the long-haired girl beside him.

  "Ah?" The boy didn't expect a migrant worker to ask such a direct question, and it hit his heart, leaving him stunned with his mouth agape for half a day. The long-haired girl beside him also had a reddened face, biting her thin lips with an appearance of wanting to speak but hesitating.

  "What the hell do you want to pick me up for? Do red flowers need green leaves to match? Want to use my poverty to set off your wealth? Want to use my ignorance to set off your education at Tsinghua University? Want to use my good looks to set off that pig waist face of yours? You look like the chairman of the Football Association, Xie, with no IQ and learning from others' baldness. You're self-abased but still want to find confidence in me? Who do you think you are? Dare to talk to me again and I'll break your dog legs." Ye Qiu pointed at the guy opposite him and scolded him with a barrage of curses, perfectly combining rural slang and online buzzwords, making his opponent's face covered in blood.

  Because Ye Qiu's voice was a bit loud, the whole carriage heard the commotion. Most of the people in the carriage were students, and after hearing Ye Qiu's classic national scolding, they actually applauded and cheered. When they stood up and saw that this was coming from a migrant worker dressed man, several people even brought out a few cans of beer to rush and toast with Ye Qiu.

  "How can you be so lacking in quality?" The boy said angrily.

  "What quality? You're talking to me about quality? Are you worthy?" Ye Qiu sneered. "You were still wetting the bed at eight years old, started peeking at your neighbor's bath at twelve, and cheated on a woman at sixteen... Your English level is extremely poor, yet this time you scored over 120 points, how did that happen, you know best? Two days ago, you just dumped your thirteenth girlfriend, now you're running to me with a flirtatious attitude. Do you have the face to talk about quality with me? I've been our village's five-star citizen every year. Can you compare?"

  "You... you... you lied..." The boy's face was severely distorted, his forehead covered in sweat beads, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and he stared at Ye Qiu with an incredulous expression.

  They just met on the bus, so how did he know so much about her?

  "Are you lying? Are you sure?" Ye Qiuhans voice was cold as he asked, the chill in his smile making the other person's heart skip a beat.

  "You"

  Seeing his hesitant appearance, Ye Qiu coldly laughed twice and shifted her gaze away from him.

  He didn't take this kind of thing seriously. If he hadn't implicated himself, he wouldn't have wasted his spiritual power on something so meaningless.

  To pry into his consciousness, he didn't know how many souls were wasted. Ye Qiu unconsciously stroked the white gold ring with strange flower patterns on his right hand, feeling a little sorry. His accurate prophecy ability just now came from this magical ring that could pry into people's souls.

  Ye Qiu is a pragmatist and never does things that are not worth the effort.

  "Will you look at physiognomy?" The long-haired beauty next to him looked at Ye Qiu with a surprised face.

  "Ah?" Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment. Then she thought, she must have assumed that she could accurately calculate the opponent's moves with astrology. Ye Qiu naturally wouldn't refute her, and nodded mysteriously.

  "Ah, can you help me calculate it?" The girl asked with a full face of expectation.

  "No way." Ye Qiu refused.

  "Please, help me take a look." The girl said with a pleading tone. Her pitiful and delicate face still lingers in my sight.

  "Then...alright. What is it?" Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.

  "Predestined marriage."

  "Okay. Give me your hand."

  "Do you still want to use your hands? Didn't you just..."

  "Want to see or not? If you don't want to see, then forget it. What he sees is character, what you see is fate. Can they be the same?"

  "Oh. Okay." The girl saw Ye Qiu get angry, her face panicked and flustered, and quickly handed over her soft and white small hand to Ye Qiu.

  The boy opposite him had fire in his eyes, but was helpless. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid of Ye Qiu from the bottom of his heart. This guy who looked harmless when smiling was simply a devil.

  As the broadcast sounded, Yanjing Station arrived.

  The boy opposite was unwilling to stay with Ye Qiu for another second, and before the train had even stopped, he grabbed his luggage and ran to the door of the train waiting to get off.

  Ye Qiu stood up and took his own luggage, also helping Lan Kexin take her pink suitcase. After chatting along the way, the two were already quite familiar with each other.

  "Ye Qiu, can we meet again?" Lan Ke Xin saw Ye Qiu walking away with a bag and quickly pulled her own suitcase to catch up.

  Didn't I just tell you? Marriage is predestined by heaven. Ye Qiu said with a smile.

  "Then...do you have a phone number? Maybe give me a call or some way to contact you?" Blue Kexin wouldn't let up.

  Ye Qiu smiled bitterly and said: "You can see that I'm in no shape to use a cell phone. As for the address, I really don't know where I'm going."

  Xiaotou and Lan Ke waved goodbye, while Ye Qiu followed the crowd and squeezed out of the station.

  When leaving, the old man said that someone would pick him up at the station. Ye Qiu didn't know who the person was or what they looked like. He only knew that he had come to Yanjing to be a bodyguard for a woman. So, when Lan Kexin asked him for his address earlier, he really didn't know where he would be living.

  As soon as she walked out of the ticket gate, Ye Qiu saw her name in the crowd at a glance.

  A man in a black suit is holding a sign with the two characters "Ye Qiu" written in calligraphy, next to him stands an elderly man dressed similarly.

  "Are you waiting for Ye Qiu?" Ye Qiu asked as he walked over with his luggage.

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

  "That's me."

  "----- Sorry, please forgive my rudeness. Do you have any identification on you?" Wang Bo was really unable to connect the boy in front of him with Tang's family's bodyguard.

  "Hehe, fortunately I'm already eighteen years old." Ye Qiu said, pulling out his ID card from his pocket.

  The old man took over Ye Qiu's ID card and looked at it again and again. The address on the ID card was also from the same place as his own. Moreover, this ID card didn't look like a new one - Was this person really Ye Qiu?

  It's all over, the young lady is going to blow her top.

  "Let's go. We're going to see the young lady. You were invited by the old master, and you are our young lady's personal bodyguard." The old man made a welcoming gesture.

  On the train, a guy who was bullied by Ye Qiu saw Ye Qiu get into a Mercedes-Benz with a special license plate under the escort of two men in suits, and his eyes widened. Then he scolded: "Son of a bitch, what's the point of dressing up as a migrant worker if you're rich? Showing off."

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  Encountered great difficulties, dare not speak of giving up. New book under the willow tree, please help friends support it! Don't forget to collect and recommend! The word count is still insufficient, so I'll put it on the bookshelf to nourish it for now.)