C8 Personal Bodyguard

Hearing her words, Jee Cheng'an paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. So, she didn't know it was her own car that crashed. Well, that makes things easier.

"That's right, and then they tried to gang up on you. I barely managed to get you out of there. You were so drunk you couldn't tell friend from foe and even injured me," Jee Cheng'an lied smoothly, without missing a beat.

The butler standing nearby couldn't help but turn his head away. This couldn't possibly be their master; their master would never be so shameless.

"It seems like something like that happened. Where did I hit you?" Jiang Nuan frowned, trying hard to recall. But her tolerance for alcohol was so low that all she remembered was her motorcycle getting hit, fighting off a dozen people, and someone stuffing her into a car. Everything else was a blur.

"You practice Spring Chant Fist. Where do you think you hit me?" Jee Cheng'an said, rubbing his shoulder with exaggerated seriousness. "And then last night you also..."

"Stop—" Jiang Nuan quickly covered his mouth with her hand as soon as he mentioned last night. "I get it, I'll take responsibility! Just tell me what you want me to do!"

Seemingly pleased with her reaction, Jee Cheng'an gave a meaningful smile. "On the surface, you'll be my girlfriend, but in reality, you'll be my personal bodyguard."

"Why?" Jiang Nuan asked, bewildered.

"I'm usually swamped with women trying to get close to me because I'm a young, wealthy bachelor. It's quite a hassle," Jee Cheng'an said with a straight face. Although it was true, the butler standing nearby turned away, unable to handle his shamelessness.

"That's not what I meant. I was asking why you need a bodyguard, and a personal one at that?" Jiang Nuan quickly redirected the conversation, sensing his audacity.

"You don't need to worry about that. Things around me are complicated, and I really need you," Jee Cheng'an replied earnestly.

"Me?" Jiang Nuan pointed to herself, confused. "Why me?"

"Because last night you..."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Jiang Nuan interrupted, waving her hands frantically, refusing to let him continue.

The butler sighed helplessly, staring into space. Their master was really acting out of character today, truly!

Jee Cheng'an seemed oblivious, even letting out a sigh of mock grievance. "As for the salary, you can name your price. If you're unsure, I can pay you ten times what you're making now," he paused, narrowing his eyes with a hint of danger, "but you'll need to be available whenever I call."

Jiang Nuan was first stunned by the offer of ten times her salary, then bewildered by the demand for constant availability. In her daze, Jee Cheng'an finished her breakfast pastry, wiped his hands with a towel handed by a maid, and left the table.

"Oh, by the way," Jee Cheng'an said, stopping abruptly after taking a couple of steps. He turned back, "I've already arranged for your resignation from work."

Jiang Nuan, who was still in a daze, snapped back to reality upon hearing this. She rushed over to Jee Cheng'an, "What gives you the right to resign on my behalf?"

"I've already hired you," Jee Cheng'an replied, frowning slightly.

"We haven't even signed a contract. How exactly have you hired me?" Jiang Nuan retorted, eyes blazing with indignation.

Seeing her fired-up expression, Jee Cheng'an became intrigued. "I've offered you ten times your current salary. Doesn't that beat what you make at the dojo?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Nuan declared with conviction.