Chapter 54: Chapter 54: The Sharp-tongued Ji Baijian Is Clearly Very Warm
Translator: 549690339
In the hospital room, Song Zhizhi met her new bodyguard and discharged from the hospital.
At the hospital entrance, Wei Ziming said to Luo Xiaolang, “I’ll go ahead, Xiaolang, you know you have to protect your master well, right?”
“Yes, Master.” Luo Xiaolang said with utmost respect.
Every time Song Zhizhi hears the term “master”, she feels uneasy.
She spoke to Wei Ziming, “Brother Ziming, since you’re home for once, why not stay and have dinner before leaving?’
Wei Ziming looked at Song Zhizhi.
It was not an illusion. This seemed to be the first time Wei Ziming looked at her squarely since entering the hospital room.
The Wei Ziming in her memory was not so cold. When he returned to her home as a child, he would even play with her. But thinking about it, it seemed reasonable that his personality would become rigid after many years in the army.
“Hmm.” Wei Ziming agreed.
Song Zhizhi was surprised, she didn’t expect Wei Ziming to be so compliant and thought he would refuse outright.
She smiled and said, “Ride with me.”
Wei Ziming nodded, turned around and headed to his own car. He gave a few instructions to his driver, then he and Song Zhizhi’s party got into the car.
Song Zhidao drove, Wei Ziming sat in the passenger seat, Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang sat in the back.
The car was somewhat quiet.
Song Zhizhi started a conversation, asking Luo Xiaolang next to her, “How old are you, Xiaolang?”
“18 years old.”
‘You’re only 18?” Song Zhizhi exclaimed.
“But she’S exceptionally skillful,” Wei Ziming added.
“I don’t doubt her abilities, I’m just surprised she’S so young.” Song Zhizhi stated, not questioning the bodyguard Wei Ziming personally picked for her.
Song Zhizhi thought for a moment before asking, “And your family?”
How could they not worry about her being a bodyguard at such a dangerous job at such a young age?
“I don’t have a family,” Luo Xiaolang answered, “1 was raised in Wulin Temple.”
“A monk?” Song Zhizhi blurted out.
“A nun,” Luo Xiaolang corrected, with absolute seriousness.
After all, she’s a girl.
Song Zhizhi caught her slip and laughed, “Yes, a nun. Have you returned to secular life?”
“Not yet, I haven’t thought about it,” Luo Xiaolang answered.
“Oh.” Song Zhizhi nodded, before asking another question, “Why do you call Brother Ziming ‘Master’?” As far as she knew, Wei Ziming had never become a monk.
Wei Ziming explained, “I met Xiaolang while we were on a mission. She helped us to complete it and showed interest in our firearms, so I gave her a simple training. She is naturally gifted, now she is a sharpshooter.”
He then added, “Xiaolang was found by a monk from Wulin Temple among a pack of wolves when she was an infant. She was raised by the wolves. The monk brought her back and named her Luo Xiaolang. This time I took her out for a couple of reasons. First, her skills are truly impressive, on par with my own. Second, I wanted her to see the world. Leaving her in Wulin Temple would simply be a waste of her talent.”
“Hmm.” Song Zhizhi nodded.
“Xiaolang grew up in Wulin Temple and doesn’t understand many things in the outside world. If she does something inappropriate, please be understanding,” Wei Ziming added.
“Don’t be so polite, I should be thanking you,” Song Zhizhi said hastily.
Luo Xiaolang obviously had a clean background, even without Wei Ziming mentioning it. And someone like Xiaolang was exactly what she needed for a bodyguard.
“By the way, can Xiaolang drive?” Song Zhizhi asked.
She probably hadn’t had a chance to learn, growing up in Wulin Temple.
“No,” Luo Xiaolang answered.
“I’ll enroll you in a driving school. I’ll need you to drive me around in the future,” Song Zhizhi declared.
“Yes, Master,” Luo Xiaolang replied with utmost respect.
Song Zhizhi wasn’t quite used to this, but she figured she’d slowly get her to change.
They chatted about various things along the way. When they arrived at the Song Family’s villa, Song Zhidao parked the car. The villa was big and without any servants. Song Zhizhi ordered takeout, and the four of them sat around the table, eating dinner.
“Don’t you like the food?” Song Zhizhi asked Luo Xiaolang.
Luo Xiaolang was mostly shoveling rice into her mouth and didn’t seem to take any dishes.
“I’m a nun, and nuns don’t eat meat,” Luo Xiaolang hastily explained.
Song Zhizhi then understood, and quickly said, “I’m sorry, I forgot. This vegetable dish is cooked in vegetable oil, you can eat this. I’ll get a separate vegetarian dish for you in the future.”
“Thank you.” Luo Xiaolang picked up the vegetable dish with her chopsticks and started eating in big bites.
Song Zhizhi glanced at Luo Xiaolang, then looked at Wei Ziming, “Brother Ziming, are you usually busy in the army?”
“Sometimes it’s very busy, sometimes not. Why do you ask?” He replied.
“You hardly come home,” Song Zhizhi noted.
Wei Ziming seemed to be taken aback, and didn’t respond right away.
“Since my mother passed away, you hardly ever came back. But even though my mother is gone, the Song Family is still your home,” Song Zhizhi said.
She’d considered him like a real older brother since they were children. The Ziming in her memories would often take her to play, always a warm and tender big brother.
“Hmm.” Wei Ziming nodded.
Song Zhizhi couldn’t be sure what his ‘hmm’ meant; if it was an agreement or simply his way of avoiding continuing the topic. Not seeing each other for a long time really could make things awkward.
She didn’t push the topic further.
After dinner, Wei Ziming left. Only Song Zhizhi, Song Zhidao, and Luo Xiaolang remained in the villa.
Song Zhizhi arranged a room for Luo Xiaolang and then returned to her own room to rest.
Lying on her bed, she enrolled Luo Xiaolang in a driving school online, scheduling classes to start next week.
After thinking for a moment, she also sent a message to Ji Baijian, “Made it home safe.”
She just felt that Ji Baijian cared for her, even though the reserved man never said it outright.
In her previous life, she thought Yi Wenhan was the man who treated her best. He was vocal about it and backed it up with actions, everything was very explicit. But in the end, he proved to have malicious intent.
In this life, Ji Baijian was always silent, even spiteful at times. But she could feel his deep care for her.
The message notification sounded, and Song Zhizhi checked.
Ji Baijian had replied four words, “Glad you’re not dead.”
Song Zhizhi gritted her teeth.
This man really couldn’t say anything nice.
She composed another message, “Looks like the wedding will be postponed.”
“So what?” Came the response.
“Does your family have a big problem with me?” Song Zhizhi asked. “They’re discussing calling off the wedding.”
“You didn’t stand up for me to your family?” Song Zhizhi was upset.
They’d already reached an agreement..
Chapter 54: Chapter 54: The Sharp-tongued Ji Baijian Is Clearly Very Warm
Translator: 549690339
In the hospital room, Song Zhizhi met her new bodyguard and discharged from the hospital.
At the hospital entrance, Wei Ziming said to Luo Xiaolang, “I’ll go ahead, Xiaolang, you know you have to protect your master well, right?”
“Yes, Master.” Luo Xiaolang said with utmost respect.
Every time Song Zhizhi hears the term “master”, she feels uneasy.
She spoke to Wei Ziming, “Brother Ziming, since you’re home for once, why not stay and have dinner before leaving?’
Wei Ziming looked at Song Zhizhi.
It was not an illusion. This seemed to be the first time Wei Ziming looked at her squarely since entering the hospital room.
The Wei Ziming in her memory was not so cold. When he returned to her home as a child, he would even play with her. But thinking about it, it seemed reasonable that his personality would become rigid after many years in the army.
“Hmm.” Wei Ziming agreed.
Song Zhizhi was surprised, she didn’t expect Wei Ziming to be so compliant and thought he would refuse outright.
She smiled and said, “Ride with me.”
Wei Ziming nodded, turned around and headed to his own car. He gave a few instructions to his driver, then he and Song Zhizhi’s party got into the car.
Song Zhidao drove, Wei Ziming sat in the passenger seat, Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang sat in the back.
The car was somewhat quiet.
Song Zhizhi started a conversation, asking Luo Xiaolang next to her, “How old are you, Xiaolang?”
“18 years old.”
‘You’re only 18?” Song Zhizhi exclaimed.
“But she’S exceptionally skillful,” Wei Ziming added.
“I don’t doubt her abilities, I’m just surprised she’S so young.” Song Zhizhi stated, not questioning the bodyguard Wei Ziming personally picked for her.
Song Zhizhi thought for a moment before asking, “And your family?”
How could they not worry about her being a bodyguard at such a dangerous job at such a young age?
“I don’t have a family,” Luo Xiaolang answered, “1 was raised in Wulin Temple.”
“A monk?” Song Zhizhi blurted out.
“A nun,” Luo Xiaolang corrected, with absolute seriousness.
After all, she’s a girl.
Song Zhizhi caught her slip and laughed, “Yes, a nun. Have you returned to secular life?”
“Not yet, I haven’t thought about it,” Luo Xiaolang answered.
“Oh.” Song Zhizhi nodded, before asking another question, “Why do you call Brother Ziming ‘Master’?” As far as she knew, Wei Ziming had never become a monk.
Wei Ziming explained, “I met Xiaolang while we were on a mission. She helped us to complete it and showed interest in our firearms, so I gave her a simple training. She is naturally gifted, now she is a sharpshooter.”
He then added, “Xiaolang was found by a monk from Wulin Temple among a pack of wolves when she was an infant. She was raised by the wolves. The monk brought her back and named her Luo Xiaolang. This time I took her out for a couple of reasons. First, her skills are truly impressive, on par with my own. Second, I wanted her to see the world. Leaving her in Wulin Temple would simply be a waste of her talent.”
“Hmm.” Song Zhizhi nodded.
“Xiaolang grew up in Wulin Temple and doesn’t understand many things in the outside world. If she does something inappropriate, please be understanding,” Wei Ziming added.
“Don’t be so polite, I should be thanking you,” Song Zhizhi said hastily.
Luo Xiaolang obviously had a clean background, even without Wei Ziming mentioning it. And someone like Xiaolang was exactly what she needed for a bodyguard.
“By the way, can Xiaolang drive?” Song Zhizhi asked.
She probably hadn’t had a chance to learn, growing up in Wulin Temple.
“No,” Luo Xiaolang answered.
“I’ll enroll you in a driving school. I’ll need you to drive me around in the future,” Song Zhizhi declared.
“Yes, Master,” Luo Xiaolang replied with utmost respect.
Song Zhizhi wasn’t quite used to this, but she figured she’d slowly get her to change.
They chatted about various things along the way. When they arrived at the Song Family’s villa, Song Zhidao parked the car. The villa was big and without any servants. Song Zhizhi ordered takeout, and the four of them sat around the table, eating dinner.
“Don’t you like the food?” Song Zhizhi asked Luo Xiaolang.
Luo Xiaolang was mostly shoveling rice into her mouth and didn’t seem to take any dishes.
“I’m a nun, and nuns don’t eat meat,” Luo Xiaolang hastily explained.
Song Zhizhi then understood, and quickly said, “I’m sorry, I forgot. This vegetable dish is cooked in vegetable oil, you can eat this. I’ll get a separate vegetarian dish for you in the future.”
“Thank you.” Luo Xiaolang picked up the vegetable dish with her chopsticks and started eating in big bites.
Song Zhizhi glanced at Luo Xiaolang, then looked at Wei Ziming, “Brother Ziming, are you usually busy in the army?”
“Sometimes it’s very busy, sometimes not. Why do you ask?” He replied.
“You hardly come home,” Song Zhizhi noted.
Wei Ziming seemed to be taken aback, and didn’t respond right away.
“Since my mother passed away, you hardly ever came back. But even though my mother is gone, the Song Family is still your home,” Song Zhizhi said.
She’d considered him like a real older brother since they were children. The Ziming in her memories would often take her to play, always a warm and tender big brother.
“Hmm.” Wei Ziming nodded.
Song Zhizhi couldn’t be sure what his ‘hmm’ meant; if it was an agreement or simply his way of avoiding continuing the topic. Not seeing each other for a long time really could make things awkward.
She didn’t push the topic further.
After dinner, Wei Ziming left. Only Song Zhizhi, Song Zhidao, and Luo Xiaolang remained in the villa.
Song Zhizhi arranged a room for Luo Xiaolang and then returned to her own room to rest.
Lying on her bed, she enrolled Luo Xiaolang in a driving school online, scheduling classes to start next week.
After thinking for a moment, she also sent a message to Ji Baijian, “Made it home safe.”
She just felt that Ji Baijian cared for her, even though the reserved man never said it outright.
In her previous life, she thought Yi Wenhan was the man who treated her best. He was vocal about it and backed it up with actions, everything was very explicit. But in the end, he proved to have malicious intent.
In this life, Ji Baijian was always silent, even spiteful at times. But she could feel his deep care for her.
The message notification sounded, and Song Zhizhi checked.
Ji Baijian had replied four words, “Glad you’re not dead.”
Song Zhizhi gritted her teeth.
This man really couldn’t say anything nice.
She composed another message, “Looks like the wedding will be postponed.”
“So what?” Came the response.
“Does your family have a big problem with me?” Song Zhizhi asked. “They’re discussing calling off the wedding.”
“You didn’t stand up for me to your family?” Song Zhizhi was upset.
They’d already reached an agreement..
