Boss Zheng Always Obeys the Law

Justice from on high, my wife always wants to punish me

Business tycoon gong X bodyguard-lawyer shou | 1v1 | devoted and mutually doting | HE

[Lighthearted Version]

Word has it Zheng Yao is a shameless rascal who doesn't care even if the Jade Emperor himself shows up. Everyone calls him frivolous and arrogant, yet they still flatter him with smiles. "Boss Zheng, couldn't you at least do me this little favor?"

"A favor?" Zheng Yao propped his leg up, brazenly resting it on the card table. "Are we even close?"

Then there were rumors that Boss Zheng was taking his company public, had added three secretaries, and gone through thirty-five bodyguards.

"Boss Zheng has a hobby: he goes to the boxing ring to pick out bodyguards."

"Boss, you're going to pick someone again?"

In the ring, the young master who had come looking for trouble smiled fearlessly. Justice from on high! This jerk was going to get a personal lesson from me.

Zheng Yao held a cigarette between his teeth and narrowed his eyes at him. "You little punk."

As Zheng Yao's closest bodyguard, Fang Weiyi learned to make a show of one thing while secretly doing another. He would tug on the man's loose threads while investigating financial loopholes. He changed decimal points in contracts and caught him spreading rumors that he had married young. Then he discovered that his boss already knew everything.

Fang Weiyi stammered, "Well, uh, Brother Yao, I came here for revenge."

Boss Zheng sneered. "Revenge? For what?"

[Serious Version]

He ran all the way, passing countless doors, until at last he reached the end.

From the narrow low gate of the orphanage, to the gilded side entrance of the martial arts school, to the shadowy back door of the boxing ring. He fled one door and entered another: the Xiang family's door, the Zheng family's door, the door where life and death meet.

Beyond that narrow door lay the darkest abyss in the world: a broken body, a heart full of wounds, a soul both greedy and lost.

The cigarette burned between his fingers, liquor churned in his stomach. The tightly shut door was forced even tighter by the gale, sealed so firmly it was almost suffocating.

"Thank you."

"Could you introduce me to Zheng Yao?"

"I hope I can stay by your side."

"If I can stay by your side, I'll do anything for you."

The light fell across him. Zheng Yao couldn't help squinting. It was scorching and unfamiliar, but somehow it felt wonderful.

Maybe this world wasn't so bad, he thought. He wanted nothing more than to let the sunlight soak into him.

**

Eight years. How many eight-year stretches does a person get in life?

For eight years, I stayed by your side through every corner of the world, witnessing the splendor of the business world and navigating the schemes in the sea of people. Every kind of person made the way difficult, and everyone was waiting for you to lose, waiting for you to admit you were wrong.

"Boss Zheng, leave yourself some room to maneuver."

"Boss Zheng, can't you do me this little favor?"

"Boss Zheng, now that you've climbed this high, riches and success are yours for the taking."

Zheng Yao only gave a scornful, devil-may-care laugh. He never once gave in.

Only one person asked, "Zheng Yao, are you afraid?"

Then he said, "It's all right to be afraid. I'm afraid too, but I'll stay with you."

There was no key to this narrow door, so we would break it down.

We didn't have to wait in a crack for the light to shine on us. We didn't have to walk alone through a world of conflict. We would hold each other tight amid the raging sea of blood.

We would wait for the sunrise together, and keep each other warm.

Are you cold? If you are, hold me in your arms.

The sun won't rise anymore. If there's no sun, then I'll love you.

In these thirty years, eight of them were mine. You have to give those eight years back to me, Zheng Yao.

**

☆ Notes for readers:

① Everyone is a good person. They aren't very dedicated to their jobs, but they obey the law. They have nothing better to do, so they accidentally go undercover with the right people and force good people to turn themselves in.

② Originally titled Only You Until Death. This is a companion piece to Could You Let Me Be Quiet for a While? Feel free to visit that story too! I poured my heart into three major revisions to bring this story back from the brink. If you spot any bugs, feel free to throw a brick! There are a few angsty scenes for context, but the story is an easy, painless delivery. Author's Weibo: Qianbei Zhuo.

Theme: Love the light.