Shen Zhaoyang and Xie Qingyue's first meeting did not go well. The young master Xie Qingyue immediately demanded that he fight someone.
Oh, don't get the wrong idea. Not him. Eight bodyguards.
"If you can't beat them, don't beg for mercy."
He won, but the young master not only wanted him as a bodyguard, he wanted him to be a housekeeper, too!
"That'll cost extra."
The young master's life is precious, and everyone has their eye on him. He's hard to please and sharp-tongued, but he has a beautiful face.
Don't get too close. Don't stay too far away, either.
Bad mood, pay docked. Average mood, pay docked too.
Shen Zhaoyang took a deep breath. "It's fine. The Xie family pays well, after all."
Sure enough, earning money is hard and spending it is misery!
But Shen Zhaoyang discovered one weakness the young master had: poor physical fitness.
In that case, they would have to exercise.
Every time he took the young master out to work out, he silently grumbled to himself: Useless.
Later, he began to realize that the young master seemed a little different.
When the young master first arrived in the mountains to oversee a project, he was like a pampered princess, complaining about this and that.
But could he really be worried that refusing Grandma's kindness would hurt her feelings?
Could he really stop for a stray kitten on the roadside?
"I don't know where that stray cat came from. What a nuisance."
Well, the young master really did have a soft heart beneath that tough talk.
Then one day, the young master came down with a fever. His temperature was 39 degrees Celsius, and he was curled up under the blankets, the tip of his nose bright red.
Shen Zhaoyang went to pour some water. When he turned back, he caught the man secretly hiding his pills in his palm.
His expression darkened. "Hand them over."
Xie Qingyue's lashes fluttered, and his voice was sticky with a hoarse whine. "They're bitter."
Shen Zhaoyang's temple throbbed. "Good grief, how old are you?"
Bonus scene
Shen Zhaoyang crouched down with the first-aid kit and helplessly bandaged the young master. "You need a bandage for a paper cut?"
"Mind your own business!"
After a while, Xie Qingyue asked, "Shen Zhaoyang, do you think I'm hard to deal with because I'm always being childish with you?"
"Forget it. You must think I'm spoiled."
Shen Zhaoyang lowered his head and continued wrapping the gauze around him.
"You could at least say you don't!"
"Aren't you just acting spoiled?"
Xie Qingyue: ...
Theme: Everything happens for the best.
