Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Personal Bodyguard

Back at school.

Fu Yang dialed Qin Mei’s number.

“Hello, Little Brother Fu Yang. You haven’t called your big sister in ages~”

A languid, sultry voice drifted from the other end of the line. The sound alone made him feel tingles all over—truly a dangerous weapon against men his age!

Qin Mei and Fu Yang were classmates, but she was half a year older and often teased him, taking on the role of “big sister.” Fu Yang rather enjoyed being on the receiving end of her banter.

But this time, the situation was serious—no room for jokes. He spoke gravely, “Qin Mei, I have something extremely important to tell you. I’m not joking. I’ll wait for you at the Faco Town Café by the athletic field. Come quickly.”

Qin Mei paused.

In her memory, this usually easygoing classmate, always cheerful and friendly toward her, had never sounded so solemn.

“Alright, don’t be so serious. Big sister gets it. Let me get dressed and I’ll be over—I was having a nap~”

There was a rustle over the receiver, as if she really was turning in bed.

Then Fu Yang faintly heard the voice of Qin Mei's roommate, half-muttering, half-mocking: “Qin Mei, you little vixen, napping without a bra again. Sleeping naked—you're going to turn even a tomboy like me into a lesbian… Hehe, haha.”

Beep, beep, beep.

The call ended.

“What’s up, Fu Yang?”

“Nothing, Ah Huang. Let’s go wait for Qin Mei at the café,” Fu Yang took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing blood. Yet he couldn’t shake the image of Qin Mei curled up naked in bed from his mind…

“How can it be nothing? You’re bleeding—you’ve got a nosebleed! Hey, that’s a lot…”

“Damn… So embarrassing.”

Faco Town.

That was the name of the most upscale on-campus café at Jiangcheng University.

The name sounded indecent, pronounced the same as a certain risqué English word.

It was proof that there were plenty of wicked minds at university…

Ah Huang cracked up at the sign, drawing curious stares from passersby, and leaving Fu Yang thoroughly mortified.

Half an hour later, Qin Mei arrived.

Today, she was dressed casually. Tight jeans accentuated long, shapely legs and a rounded, perky figure that made countless men want to commit a crime.

A white tank top under a deliberately distressed denim jacket.

Her lustrous hair was tied back with a black lace headband—a blend of allure and youthful freshness.

Qin Mei’s style was different from Dong Wei Ke or Zhao Shanshan.

Dong Wei Ke was ethereal and otherworldly—though a ghost, she resembled the fairies of film and fiction, with hints of cunning and vanity. Zhao Shanshan was proud and confident, spirited and bold, stirring a sense of conquest in men.

Qin Mei, meanwhile, was the archetype of a femme fatale—fiery, seductive, the sort men would do anything to get close to.

Each of the three women had their own unique charm.

From a distance, Ah Huang’s drool was already pooling on the table. Fu Yang felt disgusted, half tempted to beat this lecherous Taoist senseless!

“A friend’s wife is off limits. Since she’s your girl, I’ll restrain myself. But to be so sexy and beautiful, and still untouched—your taste is sharp, kid.”

Ah Huang was clearly a seasoned old hand, the kind who’d drive tofu down Akina mountain without slowing.

When Qin Mei sat down in front of Fu Yang with a gentle smile, brushing her hair aside, a dozen wolfish gazes shot her way, and naked envy filled the air.

“Damn! The best cabbage gets eaten by pigs. How does a loser get to date such a goddess?”

Fu Yang distinctly heard someone mutter.

Qin Mei smiled at him, “What’s up, little brother Fu Yang? Why did you call big sister out? And who’s your friend here—aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“My name’s Huang Lengshuo, Fu Yang’s childhood friend. You can call me Ah Huang. It’s an honor to meet you, Goddess Qin Mei.” Ah Huang introduced himself, eager as a puppy—he always lost his cool around beautiful women.

Qin Mei laughed, saying Ah Huang’s name was adorable, then pressed Fu Yang about the serious matter he’d mentioned over the phone.

Fu Yang lowered his voice and recounted everything in detail.

Qin Mei’s beautiful eyes widened in disbelief: “You mean… there’s a ghost, and it wants to kill me?”

Fu Yang nodded, his expression grave.

Ah Huang chimed in, “From now on, we’re your bodyguards, school beauty!”

Qin Mei couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to tap Fu Yang’s forehead, “Fu Yang, if you want to follow big sister around every day, just say so. No need for excuses. Even so, I wouldn’t agree to have you trailing behind me like a little tail all the time.”

At that moment, a shrill, irritating voice rang out.

“That’s right! A loser, dreaming of a goddess!”

A slick-faced young man in a flashy striped suit strolled over.

His name was Li Fang. His father was a prominent figure in Jiangcheng’s business world, running several factories and entertainment venues, connected with officials in myriad ways—a textbook privileged rich kid.

Li Fang hadn’t heard the earlier conversation, but as soon as he entered Faco Town, he saw the stunning Qin Mei laughing and chatting with two obvious losers. He caught the bit about being her “personal bodyguards.”

He was furious.

So he said what he did.

Ah Huang, having honed his Taoist arts in recent years and solved many supernatural cases for the elite in Shenzhen—earning police and official favor—wasn’t about to let that slide.

He frowned, “Who are you calling a loser? That’s crap—no, it’s dog crap.”

Fu Yang coolly added, “Wrong! It’s a farting dog!”

Their banter set nearby tables laughing. Qin Mei grinned, showing gleaming white teeth.

Li Fang was so angry he could burst.

But in front of a beauty, he struggled to keep his gentlemanly facade. He ignored Fu Yang and Ah Huang, instead smiling broadly at Qin Mei, extending his Rolex-adorned hand, “Hello, beautiful. My name is Li Fang. Everyone calls me Young Master Fang! May I get to know you?”

As the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face.

He hadn’t crossed any lines, and Qin Mei and Fu Yang were just friends, so she didn’t turn him down. She smiled and nodded, “Hello, I’m Qin Mei.”

“Miss Qin Mei, you’re truly…”

The guy quickly took a seat, shamelessly trying to chat with Qin Mei, completely ignoring Fu Yang and Ah Huang.

“Damn it!” Furious, Fu Yang nearly stood up to turn this spoiled brat into a pig.

But Ah Huang grabbed him, whispering, “Don’t dirty your hands on this kind of guy. Watch me!”

With that sly grin and confidence, Fu Yang knew Li Fang was in for serious trouble…

He nodded and sat back down.

Ah Huang, meanwhile, smirked and pulled a palm-sized yellow talisman from his pocket. Pretending to go to the bar for a coffee refill, he discreetly stuck it onto Li Fang in a hidden spot…

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