Chapter 0038: Becoming President Lin’s Bodyguard

"Sir, please, go right ahead..." The security guard, having come out, immediately adopted a polite demeanor and opened the gates to the residential complex.

"Hey, let’s not hold grudges, alright? We’ll be seeing each other often," Zhang Xiaofan called back over his shoulder as he walked inside.

The guards were speechless—who would dare hold a grudge against someone who could fight like that? That would be asking for trouble.

Ding-dong, ding-dong...

He soon found it: Villa Number 8. He pressed the doorbell repeatedly at the entrance.

"Whom are you looking for?" A servant arrived at the door before long, peering through the iron gate at Zhang Xiaofan.

"Me? I’m here to see the beautiful miss," Zhang Xiaofan replied with a grin.

"Beautiful miss?" The servant was puzzled. Who was this “beautiful miss”?

"Aunt Lan, let him in. He’s here to see me." At that moment, Lin Siyu was standing at the villa's second-floor window, calling down.

"Sit down," she said in the living room, instructing the servant to pour Zhang Xiaofan a glass of water. Though she found him quite forward, after all, he had saved her grandfather’s life—he was their benefactor and deserved to be treated with courtesy.

Back at home, Lin Siyu was dressed in loose, casual clothes, yet she remained strikingly attractive. As the CEO of the Lin Group, she held a unique aura, and as Lin Haonan’s granddaughter, she also possessed a touch of a soldier’s bearing.

"Are you really sent from above to protect me?" Lin Siyu eyed the young Zhang Xiaofan, unable to reconcile his appearance with that of a martial arts master.

"Beautiful miss, it’s true. I am a martial arts expert—I can certainly keep you safe," Zhang Xiaofan replied solemnly.

"But I’m rather poor. Miss, you’ll have to cover my food and lodging, as well as any other expenses."

"Of course, besides being your bodyguard, if you have headaches and fevers, or any, uh, menstrual issues, I can help out with those too..."

"Shut up!" Lin Siyu was exasperated, a hint of anger in her beautiful eyes. The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became...

Yet, she really had no way to deal with him.

"Listen carefully. I’ll cover all your expenses and you can stay here, but your only duty is to be my bodyguard. Watch your tongue. I’m letting things slide because you saved my grandfather’s life," she warned him sternly.

"Yes, yes, of course—I’ll be careful," Zhang Xiaofan acquiesced, seeing her anger. If he pushed his luck and she kicked him out, Old Lin Yuefeng would certainly blow his top.

"Aunt Lan, get a room ready for him. He’s not allowed upstairs without my permission." With that, Lin Siyu headed up the stairs.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing. There’s plenty of time ahead. One day, I’ll make you admire me, he thought.

...

Knock, knock, knock...

Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaofan was sleeping soundly when his door was knocked on relentlessly.

"Who the hell is it? It’s rude to disturb someone’s dreams, you know!" The incessant knocking was unbearable. Zhang Xiaofan groggily rolled out of bed and opened the door.

"You... you shameless rascal!"

Lin Siyu’s furious shout brought him to his senses. He realized he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, with a rather obvious tent. There was nothing he could do—he’d just dreamt of Miss Ouyang Xue...

Now that he’d left school, it would be hard to see her again. As they say, what occupies your thoughts by day visits you in dreams by night...

Besides, wasn’t morning wood a normal phenomenon? Was there any need to get so worked up?

"Five minutes. Come with me to the office," Lin Siyu ordered, not even glancing at him. Her cold, commanding tone left no room for argument. A faint trace of her perfume lingered as she disappeared from the doorway.

"I have rights too! This isn’t how you treat a bodyguard!" Zhang Xiaofan muttered under his breath. Back when he’d been a bodyguard for a week, he’d been treated like royalty.

Now, he felt more like a lowly lackey—one without any rights.

Fine, a true man doesn’t argue with women!

When the time comes for a hero to save the damsel in distress, you’ll see just how important I am—you’ll realize how exceptional I am...

One minute to get dressed. Two minutes to brush his teeth. One minute to wolf down two meat buns. Done.

"Get in," she said.

Arriving at the garage, Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes nearly popped. A Lamborghini, a Bugatti, and even the “cheapest” was a Cayenne. President Lin was truly loaded.

"As the CEO’s personal bodyguard, how can I let you drive? I’ll do it," Zhang Xiaofan said earnestly, walking over to the Lamborghini.

"This one," Lin Siyu pointed coldly to the Cayenne. She’d already decided not to give Zhang Xiaofan any opportunity to take advantage.

"So the others are just for show? What a waste," Zhang Xiaofan lamented, disappointed—driving a supercar must be exhilarating.

"They’re for racing, not for daily use," Lin Siyu replied coolly. "Hurry up. We’ll be late for work."

She tossed him the keys and climbed into the back seat.

"Alright..." Even the Cayenne was worth over a million. He started the engine and set off.

"President Lin, since I’m both your bodyguard and your driver, shouldn’t I be paid a salary?" Zhang Xiaofan quickly settled into his new role, looking quite the part.

Dressed today in a tailored suit worth tens of thousands, his shiny leather shoes completed the look—he was a far cry from a student now.

"One hundred thousand a month," Lin Siyu replied icily, as though untouched by worldly concerns.

"What, only a hundred thousand a month? Is that all I’m worth?" Zhang Xiaofan grumbled inwardly, but then thought better of it. A hundred thousand it is.

He hadn’t driven in a long time and relished the feeling—overtaking cars with ease, driving with flair.

After leaving the highway, he followed the navigation onto the cross-sea bridge.

A strange sense of foreboding crept over him—a gut feeling.

The Cayenne performed beautifully; as soon as they hit the bridge, Zhang Xiaofan floored the accelerator. The car surged forward, quickly reaching 120 km/h, while the speed limit on the bridge was 80.

"What are you doing? Are you insane?" Lin Siyu, dressed in her business suit, was thrown sideways by the sudden acceleration, her curves swaying with the motion.

But Zhang Xiaofan, eyes narrowed as he glanced in the rearview mirror, saw that a Hummer behind them had also sped up to keep close.

Just as he suspected—on his very first day, someone was already targeting Lin Siyu. Was it the Poison King’s doing?

"We’re being followed. Fasten your seatbelt," Zhang Xiaofan said, his tone serious yet calm, carrying an inexplicable authority that Lin Siyu found compelling.

She steadied herself, realizing she’d misjudged him.

In the Hummer behind them, the driver, wearing dark sunglasses and a buzz cut, realized as soon as Zhang Xiaofan accelerated that he’d been spotted. He hadn’t expected his target to be so alert.

One hand on the wheel, he picked up his phone.

"Boss, I think they’ve spotted me. Should I continue?"

"Is that kid in the car?" The voice on the other end was stern and cold, with a hint of age.

"He is, along with Lin Siyu, the CEO of the Lin Group," the driver replied.

"Lin Siyu? That complicates things..." There was a brief silence—clearly, Lin Siyu’s identity gave him pause.

"So do I keep following?" asked the driver.

"Stay on them. Someone’s offering half a billion for that kid’s life."

"Should I make a move on the bridge?"

"No. There’s no escape on the bridge. After they get off, I’ll handle it. Just keep tailing them."

The driver hung up, continuing to follow the Cayenne closely.

Inside the Cayenne, Zhang Xiaofan kept accelerating, but the Hummer remained doggedly behind.

"They’re waiting until we’re off the bridge to make a move. When the time comes, get as low as you can. They might have guns," Zhang Xiaofan said seriously. Always prepare for the worst—if they were after Lin Siyu, firearms were a strong possibility, maybe even a sniper rifle. The Hummer was likely the spotter.

Coming from a military family, Lin Siyu had composure and courage few women could match. She nodded, following his instructions, crouching low, indifferent to her disheveled state.

Sure enough, the Hummer continued to tail them. Zhang Xiaofan didn’t stop—if he did, and there was a sniper, they’d become sitting ducks.

They entered the city roads, now thick with traffic. Zhang Xiaofan slammed the accelerator, weaving skillfully through the cars, yet the Hummer clung to them relentlessly.

Ahead, a red light glowed at a crossroads. At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan’s heart leapt—a primal warning.

Without hesitation, he floored the gas, wrenched the steering wheel, and as the car shot forward, he spun it into a perfect drift.

As the car swung ninety degrees, a muffled thud sounded against the rear door—a bullet slamming into the metal.

A sniper’s bullet, without a doubt!

There really was a sniper!