The Relatable Bitterness Chapter 1

When I opened the door to get takeout, a person suddenly appeared in front of the door.

At first she was probably sitting by my door leaning against the wall. When she heard the noise, she immediately stood up, looking sleepy and dazed.

There was a hint of bubbling sound in his voice as he spoke, which seemed to confirm my imagination.

"Um...I'll be your bodyguard..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he sounded a little guilty at the end.

I crossed my arms and looked at the girl in front of me. Her waist-length chestnut hair looked very soft. She was wearing a beige baseball cap, a sweatshirt and trousers in the early summer weather. She didn't wear any makeup, and her single eyelids made her look a bit like a kitten.

Not obedient.

Baring fangs and claws.

And bluffing.

I looked at her without speaking for about three or two minutes. She did some mental construction for herself for more than ten seconds, which seemed to have average results. She looked at me with a guilty look in her eyes.

He tried his best to look confident.

I raised my eyebrows: "I don't have such intention..."

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, put on a fairly sincere smile, and was about to say thank you.

I then added: "I see you've changed your mind."

Yes, my bad taste.

Her face changed several expressions within a few seconds: surprise, disbelief, anger, ferocity...but that was just what she thought.

"Come in first."

After saying that, I entered the house. She was probably a little reluctant, but she still followed me in obediently and closed the door.

I didn't expect that person to send her here.

I participated in a game last night. It was a temporary group. It was about a 50-50 split. Some were familiar with the game, and some were new to the game.

I just came back to China a few days ago. I'm bored staying at home. Every day I listen to people making up stories and saying things with hidden meanings to my face. So I'm in a normal mood, but I'm not angry. It's a pity that I only know these tricks over the years and use them over and over again.

So when Ethan Zhang called me and asked if I wanted to go to a place to play, I turned on the speakerphone in front of the old man, looked at my sanctimonious sister with a very dignified smile and my stepmother who tried to smooth things over, and said: "Sure, right away. Find me a few more brothers and sisters to play with."

The old man didn't look very well at the time, but what does it have to do with me?

I raised my eyebrows at the woman sitting next to him who showed her filial piety and the other who was solving problems. "I heard you all. Just like what my sister said, you are a busy person."

Ethan Zhang is the second son of Nathan Group, his real name is Caleb Zhang. We played together from elementary school to high school. After graduating from high school, one went to Europe and the other to Australia. When we met again, we became sympathetic to each other. It can be regarded as one of the few in my life. S3xual friends.

When we arrived, most people were already there.

Men and women, surrounded by cigarettes and wine, lived a life of luxury.

At this rate, my sister could talk about my extravagance and debauchery at the dinner table for three days, both openly and secretly.

But this is really an injustice to me.

Although I have been a bit messy in my private life, I have always been consensual. I will not get involved if the law does not allow it. I will only participate in the situation without arranging the situation. In this life, I should indulge myself first and have fun.

Caleb Zhang also knows how to do things in moderation. Although he looks careless on the surface, he never makes any mistakes when doing things.

It is a bit corrupt, but other people's families have it too, so this little bit of corruption is really a drop in the bucket.

Even though we met as fair-weather friends, we couldn't help but shed a few tears. Caleb Zhang saw me coming over and stood up from his seat to greet me. He was wearing a white shirt and looked like a polite Sc*m. I have to say, his appearance was so good in the circle. He is also the best among the crowd.

"Ajin..."

He called me, but I didn't hear the rest of his sentence because I was craving for alcohol. I took the glass from his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

The ice cubes are almost melted, and the feeling in the throat is not that spicy.

It was fine when I took the glass, but when I drank the wine, I could clearly feel that 80% of the people in the box noticed me.

Caleb Zhang looked at me helplessly, but this helplessness seemed to be interpreted as doting helplessness by most people present.

I didn't spend much time in the country, and naturally I had little interaction with these young ladies and gentlemen during my exile.

They didn't know me, and it was not difficult to understand that they even thought of me as a canary who still had his own "character" even though he was raised by Zhang and Yuan.

Some of the eyes focused on me were appraising, some scrutinizing, some were reserved, and most were looking down on me.

But soon, after Caleb Zhang introduced my identity, all of this turned into flattery and currying favor.

There is no other reason. Although I don’t show up, I am well-known. The foundation laid by my incompatible father has indeed given me the capital to do whatever I want, so everyone is not unfamiliar with Heather Ke, the second lady of Oliver Holdings.

People who knew how to speak a few words came to talk to me, and those "upstarts" whom I had never heard of before also came to me to introduce themselves.

Caleb Zhang chased them away for me, "Ajin, you sit in the middle."

I'd better leave this glorious thing to him. I waved my hand and said, "I'll sit next to you."

I don't know who brought the female companion and she poured me a glass of wine. I took the wine and thanked her casually, then sat down in the corner of the box and opened the chat interface with Caleb Zhang: "Your arrangement this time is not very good."

After lighting a cigarette, Caleb Zhang seemed to be replying to my message. I didn't receive the reply, so he and the beautiful woman next to him started to nibble on each other. I don't have the habit of observing and judging K!ssing skills on the spot.

Caleb Zhang took a cigarette and smoked it for a while before crossing half of the private room to me in a dishevelled state: "I contacted a few people. It was probably the first time for them to do this, so they were a little timid. They returned the money to me halfway and made up an excuse that they had classes that night."

I put out the cigarette and looked at him: "Your apology is quite insincere."

"At least put some lipstick on."

"I'm looking for it. I know you have a good taste." He picked up the cup on the table and took a few sips, then wiped it with his shirt sleeve. The cuffs were half open, and the lipstick mark on the white shirt was so ambiguous under the light. .

I waved my hands and was about to say that it was my fault for having high standards?

The door of the box was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came was dressed like a student, with a pink hairpin on his head, and the bag he was carrying seemed to be a recently released game peripheral. It was furry and rather menacing.

She wasn't looking this way, but I saw her.

A small piece of ice suddenly appeared in the drowsy scene. It was not enough to refresh the mind, but it was bound to bring stimulation.

Even if she bared her teeth and claws, she would still feel a little panicked when facing a group of people who didn't seem to be good people. Perhaps to embolden herself, she pinched her waist with both hands and glanced back and forth.

Someone in the room had already come forward to look for her.

I am popular with both men and women, and Caleb Zhang knows it.

I was probably a little possessed at that moment. After seeing so many obedient and flattering girls, I felt that the one with claws exposed made me more eager to conquer them.

Caleb Zhang heard me say: "This one is pretty good."

We really didn't have much fun last night. Is that little girl the real girlfriend of one of the young masters? The two young men had a quarrel that led to this incident.

Of course I wouldn't do anything to bring trouble to myself. Although I said it didn't matter, Caleb Zhang felt very sorry. After the show, they sent me back to their apartment in the city and said they would apologize to me when they got back.

So I looked at the little girl standing in front of me and thought, is this the result of Caleb Zhang's apology?

Although it's a bit immoral, but...it's okay to be immoral once in a while.

Life experience tells me that people have to learn to let themselves go.

He pushed the can of cold beer he had just opened forward, "Want some to quench your thirst?"

Her lips were dry.

It's probably hot.

Unexpectedly, she would not accept my kindness.

I took back the wine that I had pushed over and took two sips myself.

"I can not drink."

I almost choked when she said that.

I asked her: "Never drank?"

She shook her head.

It's really a breath of fresh air.

I asked her, "How old are you?"

"eighteen."

"Drop out of school?" It doesn't look like he can't afford to go to school, it looks like he doesn't want to go to school.

"The college entrance examination is over."

I haven't been to school for too long, and I don't remember the days very well.

I asked her to sit down and ordered porridge as takeout.

One of the few times to recuperate.

"Are you having trouble with your boyfriend? Are you going to be my bodyguard?"

This is something new for me. It is the first time that I have become a tool for jealousy between young lovers.

Anyway, I haven't been too busy lately, so I can just play with them.

The girl shook her head and said viciously, "I'm not in a relationship with him. I'm just a bodyguard, the kind that can fight."

"He told his mother that he wanted to have a relationship with me, and my mother was asked to date that night."

The conversation isn't long, but it provides a lot of useful information.

The shrimp in the porridge was a bit fishy,   the indoor temperature began to rise as time went by, and the air conditioner turned on automatically with a beeping sound.

I left the porridge aside and asked, "Is your mother their aunt?"

"Yes, my mother is their aunt, my father is their driver, my sister is the little princess's playmate, and I am the young master's bodyguard." His tone was impatient, expressing his dissatisfaction with the employer's family without any concealment.

She had the guts to force her way in among so many people yesterday, so it was normal for her not to be afraid when facing a girl like me who looked kind-hearted.

"He asked you to be my bodyguard?"

The girl said: "Yes, they forced me to come, and used my parents' work to pressure me. If I didn't agree, my parents would also put pressure on me."

I said casually: "Your parents are very grateful people."

She said: "That's not entirely true. Their salary is quite high."

I coughed, and this time I actually choked on my beer.