Chapter 74 is a bit of a death, a social death.

Ling Yue returned to the routine of learning to drive in the morning and swimming in the afternoon.

One day, Liang Hanlin helped move the packages Ling Yue had bought into the living room, stacking them neatly against the wall.

This wasn't really his job.

In order to show his face in front of her boss, he had snatched the job away from the property manager.

After putting the items down, he admired his handiwork. It was so clean and neat, pleasing to the eye at a glance. The boss would surely think he had good organizational skills!

He was a bodyguard, could organize, and could even grill skewers.

With such strong capabilities, he wasn't someone who could be replaced by just anyone.

As he thought this with satisfaction, he caught a figure moving in his peripheral vision.

Liang Hanlin's fierce, menacing face instantly stiffened.

"Why are you here?"

He heard his own voice crack as he shouted!

Zang Lanyi drank water with a calm expression. "The boss hired me for 5 years. Hiss... you haven't been returned this time, huh."

She had an expression that said, 'I'm just stating facts.'

To Liang Hanlin's ears, that was pure provocation!

"What do you have to be so smug about!" Liang Hanlin growled in a low voice, then his gaze fell on the white mug in Zang Lanyi's hand. "Wait, why do you have a mug?"

Zang Lanyi lifted the mug to look at it. "For personal protection, of course I have to move in. Is there a problem with this mug?"

Yes!

There is, a huge one!

He had signed a contract with Ling Yue before Zang Lanyi.

But he didn't have an exclusive mug here; usually, he used paper cups to get water!

"Zang Lanyi, let's have a fight."

This person was here to steal his job again.

Maybe he would be returned shortly.

It was like this every time, and it really hurt one's confidence.

Was he really that bad?

Could it be that he really had to quit and go sell grilled skewers?

He had sparred with Zang Lanyi before; it was a draw every time. She was like a loach—slippery and hard to hold.

He wanted to spar one more time before leaving; otherwise, he wouldn't be satisfied.

His thoughts had drifted off somewhere else.

Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and then his feet left the ground. His entire body was lifted into the air—and then he was thrown out.

He was thrown from the living room onto the stone path in the garden.

Rolling twice on the ground, his butt hurt, his waist hurt, and Liang Hanlin, with a bewildered face, shouted, "I didn't even yell start!!!"

That's not playing fair!

Zang Lanyi said expressionlessly: "You didn't say we had to yell start before we could make a move."

Liang Hanlin was so angry he laughed.

As soon as he sat up, he saw Ling Yue holding an apple. She had walked into the living room at some point, and due to witnessing such a bizarre scene, she stood there stunned with her mouth slightly open, actually forgetting to take a bite of the apple.

A cold sneer welled up in Liang Hanlin's heart.

Forget it, let the world end.

He was experiencing a bit of "social death," the death of social suicide.

"Boss." Zang Lanyi had long sensed someone behind her. She clapped her hands and stood at attention. "He insisted on having a fight with me."

Ling Yue glanced at the two of them strangely. "Next time you spar, don't do it in the living room. Go to the small courtyard of the annex; it's spacious there."

Liang Hanlin was feeling sad, but suddenly he caught something.

Future, the boss said future.

He raised his head, his fierce face looking unexpectedly honest. "You're not returning me?"

These words were directed at Ling Yue.

But where did this come from?

Ling Yue took a bite of the apple; it was crisp.

"You're doing fine. Why would I return you?" Ling Yue realized what was going on and explained helplessly, "You protect from the outside, and A-Lan provides close protection; you each have different tasks."

Liang Hanlin wiped away some old tears. "That's great. I thought I was going to be returned again. If it happened one more time, it would be too crushing."

He was quite helpless.

Ling Yue scratched her head.

For a moment, she didn't know how to comfort him.

She asked Zang Lanyi, "So what were you fighting about just now?"

Zang Lanyi's gaze fell on the mug on the coffee table. "I don't know. He saw me holding the mug drinking water, and he came over in a rage to fight me."

Speaking of this, Liang Hanlin felt a bit embarrassed.

If Ling Yue guessed it and thought he was petty, that wouldn't be good.

"Zang Lanyi, let's fight..." He hurriedly corrected himself: "Spar, let's go to the courtyard by the annex, hahahaha."

"I'm not going." Zang Lanyi shook her head.

Liang Hanlin was puzzled. "Why?"

"I'm here to be the boss's bodyguard, not your sparring partner." Zang Lanyi thought to herself that she only won this time by a sneak attack. If it were a fair fight, they would probably fight until they were both exhausted without a clear winner.

It was hard enough to get a home protection job where she could slack off a bit; she didn't want to be someone's punching bag.

Liang Hanlin: Right, must be focused when working!

Can't let the boss think he's unprofessional, using work time for personal matters.

Liang Hanlin decided not to loiter in front of Ling Yue anymore.

Once he left, Ling Yue started opening packages.

What she bought wasn't important; the process of opening the packages was.

Last night, while scrolling on TikTok China, she accidentally stumbled into some blind box livestreams.

So she bought a little bit.

There were phone case blind boxes, Doraemon blind boxes, Pop Mart blind boxes, Empresses in the Palace blind boxes... and various other cute little gadgets.

When Luo Shanshan brought food over from the dining room, she saw a huge mess spread out on the living room floor.

Great.

Lately, she wasn't obsessed with games anymore.

She had started to fall in love with blind boxes.

Is this the little pleasure of the rich?

No, this is the shopping desire of a poor person who suddenly got rich.

*

"Hey, I'm back." Xun Ji called Ling Yue as soon as he got off the plane.

At this time, Ling Yue was eating lunch.

"I told my buddy at the club, we're going over at 3 PM. How is it? Do you have time?" Xun Ji was like he'd been injected with chicken blood.

Ling Yue spat out a chicken wing bone. "Then send me an address, and I'll go straight there."

"OK, I'll WeChat it to you in a bit."

Ling Yue asked again: "Do I need to bring anything?"

Xun Ji said pretentiously: "No need, my face is the best pass."

Ling Yue: "You're quite greasy yourself."

"Uh, cough, cough, cough, cough."

Xun Ji: Greasy? Him, greasy?

In the past, Ling Yue would keep such thoughts to herself. Maybe it was because she was spitting out a bone just now, but she had inadvertently blurted out her inner thoughts.

Ling Yue hurriedly hung up the phone.

Cheng Jiao had just come over. Seeing Ling Yue on the phone, she hadn't made a sound. Once Ling Yue finished the call, she spoke up: "Miss, the Li father and son have asked someone to say that they want to apologize to you in person."

The kid who almost hit Ling Yue with his motorcycle was named Li Yong.

Some time ago, she had asked Cheng Jiao to investigate the Li family's competitors and partners, thinking that if a child is not taught, it is the father's fault. Your son made me experience the feeling of near-death, so I will let your company experience the state of near-bankruptcy.

Let's call it even.

It turned out that the father was a cripple himself. He and his wife had come out to work early on. The couple had suffered a lot when they were young. After Li Yong was born, they had taken him with them, drifting from place to place and moving around constantly. Over time, Li Yong's grades plummeted, he couldn't make friends, and he became quiet. To give him a stable environment for his studies, the couple had hardened their hearts and sent him back to their hometown to be a left-behind child.

Through the couple's joint efforts and mutual support, they had finally opened a small factory 7 years ago, running it with great pains.

The couple had established positions for disabled people in many roles in the factory, helping many people with physical defects solve their livelihood difficulties.

Tell me, how could one bear to take action against them?

Ling Yue simply decided not to bother with it. Anyway, she had already slapped Li Yong a few times and collected some resentment value.

Unexpectedly, they had come to her door on their own.

That's fine too; whoever made the mistake should bear the consequences.

Ling Yue said to Cheng Jiao: "Tell the Li father and son: If a person is disobedient, a beating will fix it."

Cheng Jiao smiled faintly.

Her boss was a kitten; she only bared her fangs and claws when provoked.

Ling Yue didn't know.

That night, the Li couple gave Li Yong a mixed doubles beating.

They even broke two belts whipping him.

When the father learned that his son had caused trouble, he dropped his work and went to the police station, but by the time he arrived, Ling Yue's people had long since left.

He felt guilty and was determined to find the person his son had 'bullied' to apologize. His network wasn't very strong, so he searched for several days.

When he stood at the entrance of the Bamboo Forest Residence, he thought, it's over; the factory probably won't be saved.

But that big sister with the Xinjiang face came out and relayed a message to him.

After hearing it, the father was filled with shame and even more lingering fear.

So Li Yong suffered that night.

The screams that night were no different from a pig tied to a stone bench during the New Year.

Afterwards, his allowance was cut off for two years. If he wanted money, he had to go to his dad's factory and work from the ground up.

Li Yong felt like he was a bit dead, the death of crying to death.