Ying Chan had seen plenty of handsome men.
Not to go too far back—her father, her biological brother, and even Shang… all of them were exceptionally good-looking.
She was long past the age of swooning over attractive men.
But this man wasn’t just handsome—his temperament was something else entirely.
She’d never encountered anything like it.
Ying Chan walked into the dressing room.
The man’s gaze didn’t leave her.
He was just looking at her, but with a face like that, even a casual glance carried an intense, predatory edge.
Ying Chan kept up the poised composure of a celebrity on the surface, but inwardly she was thinking—when Ye Han first started her security company, she’d said she wanted to overhaul the industry and recruit a batch of guys who could rival male models.
Never expected she’d actually deliver this well. A man with looks like this, and she’d managed to scoop him up under her wing.
Ying Chan couldn’t help stealing two more glances at him.
He wore black tactical pants, paired with a waterproof jacket in a different shade of black, zipped up to his collarbone, revealing a long neck and a prominent Adam’s apple. He had “cool guy” written all over him.
Ying Chan pulled over a chair and sat down across from him.
Anyone Ye Han assigned to her would have a clean background, no need to worry about that. She only asked the basics: “What’s your name?”
“Jin Si.”
She didn’t know which characters those were, so she asked, “How do you write it?”
Jin Si raised an eyebrow, looking at her, but said nothing.
As if not knowing him was something amusing.
Ying Chan kept her expression calm, but that look made her feel a little uneasy.
Was he laughing at her for being illiterate?
But Chinese characters always had homophones—jìn sì. Approximate? Actually? All of it? Nearsighted?
If he wouldn’t say, who was supposed to know which jìn and which sì?
And he was still looking, still looking… Ying Chan couldn’t keep up the act anymore. A flash of embarrassment turned to irritation, and she glared at him with her beautiful eyes. The so-called cool elegance evaporated, replaced by a petulant charm that surfaced in an instant.
Jin Si lowered his eyelids, smiled inexplicably, and swept his gaze around the room.
Not seeing a pen at first, he casually picked up a lipstick from the vanity, twisted it open, and held the slim tube between his long, well-defined fingers—there was an indescribable sensuality to the gesture.
He wrote two characters fluidly on the mirror’s surface.
His strokes were bold and graceful; even on a mirror, the calligraphy was beautiful. On the final stroke, he tapped the mirror with a soft dong as he punctuated the last dot.
Jin. Si.
The two characters looked beautiful in themselves, and they suited him perfectly.
Ying Chan pursed her lips. “Ye Han should have filled you in on my basic situation, right? Are you clear on everything?”
He leaned casually against the vanity, long legs crossed at ease.
“Not clear. Tell me.”
…Ying Chan felt like he had even more attitude than she did.
Fine. Maybe this was just the arrogance of talent.
He was highly capable, fully confident in his craft, which was why he dared to act so “spoiled.”
“I’m an actress with a lot of fans. Recently, an extremely obsessive male fan has been stalking and secretly photographing me. He even managed to sneak into my home. The police have already arrested him, but I’m worried something similar might happen again.”
“So I need you to stay by my side whenever I go out for work, providing close personal protection. When you escort me back to the hotel or home, you go in first to check the place. Your residence needs to be within five minutes of mine, and you need to be available at a moment’s notice.”
When he heard that she’d been stalked, photographed without consent, and had someone break into her home, Jin Si’s brow furrowed slightly.
Purely out of contempt for that kind of behavior.
He glanced at Ying Chan again. She was attending an event, so she wore a strapless gown, her bare shoulders and neckline soft and elegant, like a white swan.
Definitely the type that rats in the gutter would covet.
Ying Chan couldn’t help but notice his gaze. When it swept over her exposed shoulders and neck, it felt like it carried actual warmth, forcing her to pull her shawl tighter around herself.
Jin Si gave a casual “Oh.” “Easy.”
“Yes, it’s easy. It’s not like I’m some wealthy tycoon or political figure—no one’s going to suddenly jump out and assassinate me. It’s just ordinary, everyday security.”
Jin Si’s tone was lazy and indifferent. “Got it.”
Ying Chan tilted her head. “Since there’s no issue with the job scope, let’s talk about compensation. How do you charge?”
“?”
For some reason, the phrase “how do you charge”—she’d said it twice now—gave Jin Si the impression both times that she wasn’t hiring a bodyguard, but rather purchasing some kind of… special service.
Jin Si let out a languid chuckle. “Three hundred thousand.” Per hour.
That price was already his discounted rate.
Ying Chan: “Annual salary?”
“…Monthly.”
For an ordinary bodyguard, this was a very high price.
Ying Chan asked again, “Pre-tax?”
Sleep… Jin Si curved his lips inexplicably, his fingertips tapping the vanity in a distracted rhythm.
“After tax.”
“Fine.”
She really wanted to get a good night’s sleep.
And she really didn’t want to accept the bodyguards arranged by her company—otherwise, she wouldn’t have held out for days waiting for Ye Han to find her one.
“Then I’ll sign the contract directly with your boss. I’ll hire you for three months initially, and we’ll reassess after that.”
“Mm.”
Sister Wei walked in from the doorway. “A-Chan, who are you talking to… damn, is he new?”
She was instantly struck by the man’s stunningly handsome features.
Ying Chan unscrewed a bottle of water. “My bodyguard.”
Sister Wei was taken aback. “The bodyguard your friend introduced you to?”
“That’s right.”
Sister Wei was impressed.
Although the man had only lifted his eyes without any expression, she had seen enough people in her lifetime to catch the traces of wild growth hidden beneath the arrogance between his brows.
This kind of person, even sitting among a crowd, was a lone wolf.
Arrogant, and unconventional.
To use the trendy description of the time, he was a wolf-dog.
The entertainment industry had crafted this kind of persona before, but none of them had his innate wildness.
“Oh, right,” Sister Wei snapped back to reality, “That was President Shang’s call just now. I happened to mention to him that you found a bodyguard on your own. President Shang said the cost of hiring your bodyguard can be covered by the company account.”
Ying Chan declined outright: “No need, I’m hiring him privately.”
If it went through the company account, Jin Si would belong to the company, and his boss would be Shang Lübai, obligated to follow his orders.
She didn’t want to have too deep an entanglement with Shang Lübai anymore.
Sister Wei didn’t think much of it.
Ying Chan was a top-tier A-list actress in the industry, a leading flower with several luxury endorsements on her plate. This money meant nothing to her.
Her main concern was to tell Ying Chan: “I need to head to Suzhou now to negotiate a resource deal. You rest well tonight—what’s your name?”
Jin Si’s long, elegant fingers tapped twice on the mirror surface.
“Jin, Si.” A subtle flicker passed through Sister Wei’s mind. The surname Jin wasn’t common; the most famous was that Jin family, the red-descendant Jin family… but that was impossible.
How could someone from that Jin family be a bodyguard? It must just be a coincidence of the same surname.
Sister Wei said, “You’re on duty starting today. You’re responsible for driving her home.”
Jin Si gave a casual nod.
Sister Wei had a high-speed rail to catch and was in a hurry to leave, but she still couldn’t give up. She took a few steps, then turned back: “Are you sure you won’t consider pursuing a career in acting?”
“Sister Wei, I’ve been through the grind in the entertainment industry for twenty years, and I’m a good judge of people. Let me manage you, and I guarantee that within two years, you’ll be playing Ah Chan’s male lead.”
“No.”
The man had his hands in his pockets, his skin showing a cold, pale tone under the light, with a lazy, casual smile curling at his lips.
“I’m a man with professional aspirations. My dream since childhood has been to be a bodyguard, and I don’t plan on changing careers for now.”
Ying Chan was drinking water and nearly choked.
Sister Wei also twitched the corner of her mouth. “…A very unique dream. Keep it up.”
A husband dropped from the sky & a wife dropped from the sky, starting their cohabitation life ()