Chapter 2: The Second Meeting
“Brother! Brother! Cousin!”
As he was thinking, someone suddenly rushed up from behind, grabbing his neck. “I need to tell you something!”
Mu Jia Shu’s hand trembled, nearly knocking over his bowl. He pushed his cousin, Shen Ze, away, glancing at him. “I heard you, I’m not deaf.”
Shen Ze, accustomed to his cousin’s grumpy nature, didn’t mind, chuckling and rubbing his hands. “Bro, is your injury better?”
Mu Jia Shu nodded casually, calmly putting down his bowl and picking up a napkin to wipe his mouth. Seeing no wastebasket, he held the napkin. Seeing Shen Ze still hesitating, he slowly said, “Spit it out.”
Shen Ze: “…”
It was just a sentence; why all the build-up? He looked so serious, like he was about to say, “Take him out and chop him up.”
But even sternness couldn’t hide his cousin’s youthful face, making him look like a little girl. His stern face wasn’t scary. Remembering his purpose, Shen Ze showed Mu Jia Shu a flyer. “Oh, it’s like this—Bro, look, Dingfeng’s CEO is looking for a personal bodyguard. No degree required, great pay, just needs good fighting skills. Five thousand a month! Five thousand! It’s like a gift from heaven. Our chance has come!”
His last sentence was loud, attracting attention. Mu Jia Shu, having eaten without rinsing his mouth, felt uncomfortable. He was irritated by his cousin’s tone. “What, you’re planning to infiltrate their company as an undercover agent and pull off a big heist?”
Shen Ze, seeing his usually street-tough cousin radiating such strong presence, felt awkward. Before he could respond, the flyer was snatched away. Mu Jia Shu’s expression changed slightly as he read it. “Dingfeng’s boss… is Wei Xun?”
“Yeah, bro, don’t you know? Wei Xun is the third young master of the Wei family. Incredibly influential. He started this company less than a year ago, but it’s impressive. Apparently, he’s feuding with someone from the underworld to avenge his brother, so he’s looking for a bodyguard.”
It was less than a year since Wei San’s company started, so he didn’t know – Mu Jia Shu had awakened over a year after his death.
His smile faded. He repeated softly, “Avenging his brother? His brother is…”
Shen Ze’s expression was innocent, “Mu Jia Shu. You don’t know who that is, bro? No way. Wei San and the Mu family’s sickly young master were famously close. Over a year ago, Mu Jia Shu had a heart attack and died suddenly. It devastated Wei Shao. I heard from Dongzi that he fainted at the funeral, trying to headbutt the tombstone, luckily people stopped him. Almost a year later, he still isn’t giving up, claiming his brother was murdered. He’s investigating everywhere – Tsk, people with heart conditions die, right? What’s to investigate? Rich people are just bored.”
After speaking, he looked up to see Mu Jia Shu staring at him intently.
Shen Ze: “…”
Suddenly terrified.
Mu Jia Shu looked away, brushing the flyer, touched by his words – he’d been pondering who killed him, feeling resentful. Even with his good relationship with Wei Xun, he had doubts. But now, he felt he should trust Wei San.
Having no job, he decided to apply, meet him, observe, and perhaps reveal his identity, so his cousin could stop his futile efforts.
Always decisive, Mu Jia Shu put away the flyer and told Shen Ze, “I’m going.”
Shen Ze immediately forgot his cousin’s chilling gaze, getting excited, “I’m on winter break! I’ll go with you!”
“It says ‘only one position’,” Mu Jia Shu said sincerely. “If I go, you won’t be needed. It’s cold outside. I don’t want you wasting your time and hurting your pride.”
He naturally handed the napkin to Shen Ze, instructing, “Throw that away.” Then he turned and left.
Shen Ze stood there for a moment, silent, dejectedly throwing the napkin into a nearby bin, feeling the cold wind especially biting.
Mu Jia Shu dared to say that because he was confident in his skills.
Though his physical condition wasn’t great, his life was comfortable, receiving excellent medical care and nutrition, keeping his condition under control. With care, he was almost like a normal person.
To build his strength and self-defense, he’d trained martial arts since childhood with ex-soldiers hired by his family. He wasn’t as skilled as Wei Xun, a military veteran, but he guessed Wei Xun’s motive wasn’t simply finding a bodyguard.
A prominent member of the Wei family, why couldn’t they find a bodyguard? Wei Xun likely wanted to do something secretly, choosing someone without a background, creating a completely loyal confidant.
Mu Jia Shu was willing to try.
However, Liang Pingzhao, Dingfeng’s recruitment manager, was stressed.
As a special assistant, the worst was having a reckless boss. His boss, rich and powerful, had been erratic for over a year. Each day was a struggle.
Most of Shen Ze’s information was correct, with minor inaccuracies. Wei Xun’s feud wasn’t about avenging Mu Jia Shu – Mu Jia Shu’s death was mysterious, Wei Xun had found nothing.
It was because, at a bar, he saw a local gang leader drunkenly hugging a young man, calling him “Young Master Mu.” Wei Xun immediately punched him.
Even though Wei Xun could force an apology, the beaten man was ruthless, and Liang Pingzhao decided to get Wei Xun a bodyguard for protection. He thought it’d be difficult to convince Wei Xun, but he easily agreed.
But Wei Xun, a former soldier, needed a skilled bodyguard. Importantly, he didn’t want his parents’ people involved, making it hard to find someone suitable. When Liang Pingzhao heard of a skilled young man with three consecutive victories, he immediately rushed over.
The interview hall was crowded. Liang Pingzhao immediately spotted a young man in a corner, leaning lazily against a table.
It wasn’t his striking appearance, but his aura—cold, calm, but not gloomy, with a self-assured composure, like… someone he knew.
Even the eyes and brows seemed similar. Liang Pingzhao trembled, thinking of Wei Xun, wanting Mu Jia Shu to leave.
As he was about to speak, a voice echoed, “What’s your name?”
Liang Pingzhao jumped, sensing a storm brewing. He stepped aside as Wei Xun walked toward Mu Jia Shu.
Mu Jia Shu hadn’t noticed him. Seeing Liang Pingzhao’s surprised expression, he adjusted his face and answered obediently, “Shen Shu.”
Wei Xun stepped forward, startling Mu Jia Shu. He was trapped against a table, watching as Wei Xun grabbed his wrist, then his chin, examining him closely.
It lasted so long, Mu Jia Shu felt he was checking for a mask.
Wei Xun, a soldier, was always domineering and strong. Mu Jia Shu didn’t resist, letting Wei Xun look.
His face was genuine, though the soul wasn’t. He knew Wei Xun didn’t have supernatural abilities.