Chapter Ten: How About Letting Your Bodyguard Make a Move?

Ye Xiu overturned the table in front of him right in front of everyone!

Trembling with rage, he pointed aggressively at Zhang Qingyun.

"How dare you reject me?"

"My father is the biggest real estate tycoon in all of Hai City, and my family’s Ye Group is a publicly traded company worth over thirty billion! Never mind a little girl like you—even the senior girls in middle and high school fight for the chance to date me."

"Isn’t your father just a food delivery driver? You said it yourself during your self-introduction at the start of the semester yesterday!"

Just a moment ago, Zhang Qingyun had looked small and adorable. But the moment Ye Xiu finished his last sentence, her apricot-shaped eyes widened in fury.

"You are not allowed to look down on my father!"

"My father is the best father in the world!"

Ye Xiu scoffed, offering a disdainful laugh.

"I do look down on your father. He’s just a delivery guy—so what if I look down on him?"

"Hmph, I’ll give you one last chance: date me, or I’ll contact the school board and have you expelled!"

Zhang Qingyun was beyond furious. The little girl’s face puffed up in anger. Much like the saying that a tiger does not beget a dog, her mannerisms as she scanned the room for something to use as a weapon were identical to those of her father, Zhang Fan. Finally, she grabbed a pencil and glared with wide, beautiful eyes.

"Ye Xiu, I’ll give you one last chance, too."

"Apologize for what you said."

"I will never allow anyone to humiliate my father!"

Ye Xiu burst into loud laughter, clutching his stomach.

"If your father were a mayor or a bureau chief, maybe I’d consider apologizing. Unfortunately, he’s just a delivery worker. Why should I apologize to a lowly laborer? People like that usually have to grovel to me!"

Teacher Li, seeing that Ye Xiu’s words were becoming increasingly outrageous, had intended to intervene. But in the next second, Zhang Qingyun lunged forward and jammed the pencil into Ye Xiu’s face with all her might.

The pencil pierced through, leaving two holes as it remained embedded in his flesh.

Ye Xiu stood frozen for a moment, then, upon feeling the pain, let out a piercing, blood-curdling scream. Perhaps from the sheer shock, he cast a terrified glance at Zhang Qingyun before collapsing into a faint.

Many of the children in the class were startled, but most looked at Zhang Qingyun with newfound admiration. Teacher Li was horrified and hurriedly flipped through the parent group chat to find Zhang Fan’s number and dialed it.

At that moment, Zhang Fan had just left the construction site, intending to resign from his delivery team. There were several young men at the station, eighteen or nineteen years old, who usually looked up to him like an older brother. Crucially, these men were hardworking, often delivering for over a dozen hours a day. With some spare money on hand, Zhang Fan had planned to start a company and have them handle the business for him.

He answered the phone immediately upon seeing Teacher Li’s name.

"Hello? Li..."

Before he could finish, Teacher Li interrupted in a panic.

"Mr. Zhang, your daughter is involved in a fight at school."

"The person she injured is the son of the richest man in Hai City."

"Please come to the school immediately. I haven’t notified his parents yet."

***

Zhang Fan did not get angry; instead, he asked, "Is my daughter hurt?"

Teacher Li couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Your daughter... she looks frail and sweet, but she went at him like she wanted to kill him. Someone else hurting her? I don't think that's possible."

Zhang Fan laughed out loud, feeling relieved. "As long as she isn't hurt, that’s fine. Thank you, Teacher Li, for notifying me so promptly. I’m on my way."

On the way, Zhang Fan had already formulated a plan. Half an hour later, he arrived at the office. By now, the school nurse had already taken Ye Xiu away. Zhang Fan nodded slightly at Teacher Li and hurried over to Zhang Qingyun, kneeling down to gently stroke her hair.

"My precious, are you okay?"

"What happened? Tell Daddy."

Zhang Qingyun’s eyes met her father’s, looking a bit fearful, with tears welling up.

"Daddy, I’m sorry. Yun'er has caused trouble for you."

"Yun'er poked two holes in Ye Xiu’s face."

Halfway through the sentence, overwhelmed by guilt, her tears began to fall. *How many deliveries will Daddy have to make to pay for this? Oh, I shouldn't have been so impulsive. Daddy works so hard every day, and I’ve only added to his burden.*

At this thought, she burst into tears and buried her face in Zhang Fan’s chest.

Zhang Fan hugged her tightly, whispering words of comfort, and then looked at Teacher Li. After hearing the full story, Zhang Fan didn't scold her; instead, he raised his fist and gave it a light shake.

"My precious, you did the right thing!"

"When you encounter someone who harasses you, whether they are male or female, old or young, you should hit back hard."

"I can’t be with you twenty-four hours a day. There will always be times when you have to rely on yourself."

Zhang Qingyun stopped crying, though her eyes remained red. She looked at her father, her voice choked with sobs. "Daddy, are you really not mad at me? But... I’m scared. The dean said we’d have to pay a lot of money."

Zhang Fan laughed. It wasn't just that he wasn't short on money now; even back when he was under the most financial pressure, he would never have blamed his daughter. If a person is afraid to stand up for themselves because they are poor, they will be bullied forever and remain poor forever!

Growing up, Zhang Fan had been deeply influenced by his mother. Despite her disabilities, she possessed an iron will and never let anyone bully her. A person cannot just be smooth-edged; they must have sharp corners, too! You must let others know that there is a price to pay for bullying you. Now, he intended to teach this to his daughter.

Shortly after Zhang Fan comforted Zhang Qingyun, an incredibly angry voice erupted from outside the door.

***

"Who is Zhang Qingyun! How dare she put two holes in my son’s face! Who is it!"

"How dare anyone hit my son? Who is it!"

"If she dares to disfigure my son, I will disfigure her!"

A woman walked in, dressed in extravagant luxury, wearing a necklace that was one of only two in the world, worth tens of millions. Not a single item of her clothing bore a visible brand; to be precise, they weren't luxury goods available on the market, but custom-made pieces crafted by world-top designers. A keen eye would recognize that her black-purple dress alone was worth over seven hundred thousand.

Her appearance left the dozen teachers in the office pale with fright. She was the wife of Hai City's richest man, a frequent face in the news who also held investments in the school.

Teacher Li stopped speaking. *Well, Zhang Fan certainly cannot go up against the richest man in Hai City. I don't need to worry about what happens next. Regardless of the outcome, I’ve already earned some goodwill with Zhang Fan.*

In contrast, Zhang Fan appeared perfectly calm. As a mature man from a poor, rural background who had fought his way into the city and eventually became an executive at a Fortune 500 company, Zhang Fan had weathered many storms and setbacks. Though he wasn't on the level of the mega-tycoons who started from scratch, that was only because he had sacrificed many opportunities to be with his daughter. He could have started his own business; as an executive, he had the connections and resources. But the cost of entrepreneurship was time, leaving him almost no chance to watch his daughter grow up. He didn't want that. By working at construction sites and delivering food, he could at least make it home to see his daughter every day.

Zhang Fan picked up Zhang Qingyun, set her on a chair, patted her head, and winked at her. Then, standing like an immovable mountain in front of his daughter, he looked at the noblewoman indifferently.

"Your son harassed my daughter; he was in the wrong first."

"For someone like your son who lacks upbringing and shame, letting him be disfigured is an act of mercy."

"Speak up. How much money do you want? I will pay you."

The woman’s murderous gaze locked onto the father and daughter.

"Pay me?!"

"Do I look like someone who needs money? My husband is the richest man in Hai City! The biggest real estate tycoon! A major boss!"

"A lowly laborer like you thinks you can talk to me about money?"

"I said it! Your daughter disfigured my son, so I will disfigure her!"

"Someone, come in!"

She roared the words. A full ten bodyguards rushed in from outside, immediately surrounding Zhang Fan. One of them, following the woman’s orders, pulled out a dagger.

The previously calm expression on Zhang Fan’s face turned incredibly dark as he stared fixedly at the woman.

"Let him try to make a move."