In the hospital room, Song Zhizhi t her new bodyguard and discharged from the hospital.
At the hospital entrance, Wei Ziming said to Luo Xiaolang, "I’ll go ahead, Xiaolang, you know you have to protect your master well, right?"
"Yes, Master." Luo Xiaolang said with utmost respect.
Every ti Song Zhizhi hears the term "master", she feels uneasy.
She spoke to Wei Ziming, "Brother Ziming, since you’re ho for once, why not stay and have dinner before leaving?"
Wei Ziming looked at Song Zhizhi.
It was not an illusion. This seed to be the first ti Wei Ziming looked at her squarely since entering the hospital room.
The Wei Ziming in her mory was not so cold. When he returned to her ho as a child, he would even play with her. But thinking about it, it seed reasonable that his personality would beco rigid after many years in the army.
"Hmm." Wei Ziming agreed.
Song Zhizhi was surprised, she didn’t expect Wei Ziming to be so compliant and thought he would refuse outright.
She smiled and said, "Ride with ."
Wei Ziming nodded, turned around and headed to his own car. He gave a few instructions to his driver, then he and Song Zhizhi’s party got into the car.
Song Zhidao drove, Wei Ziming sat in the passenger seat, Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang sat in the back.
The car was sowhat quiet.
Song Zhizhi started a conversation, asking Luo Xiaolang next to her, "How old are you, Xiaolang?"
"18 years old."
"You’re only 18?" Song Zhizhi exclaid.
"But she’s exceptionally skillful," Wei Ziming added.
"I don’t doubt her abilities, I’m just surprised she’s so young." Song Zhizhi stated, not questioning the bodyguard Wei Ziming personally picked for her.
Song Zhizhi thought for a mont before asking, "And your family?"
How could they not worry about her being a bodyguard at such a dangerous job at such a young age?
"I don’t have a family," Luo Xiaolang answered, "I was raised in Wulin Temple."
"A monk?" Song Zhizhi blurted out.
"A nun," Luo Xiaolang corrected, with absolute seriousness.
After all, she’s a girl.
Song Zhizhi caught her slip and laughed, "Yes, a nun. Have you returned to secular life?"
"Not yet, I haven’t thought about it," Luo Xiaolang answered.
"Oh." Song Zhizhi nodded, before asking another question, "Why do you call Brother Ziming ’Master’?"
As far as she knew, Wei Ziming had never beco a monk.
Wei Ziming explained, "I t Xiaolang while we were on a mission. She helped us to complete it and showed interest in our firearms, so I gave her a simple training. She is naturally gifted, now she is a sharpshooter."
He then added, "Xiaolang was found by a monk from Wulin Temple among a pack of wolves when she was an infant. She was raised by the wolves. The monk brought her back and nad her Luo Xiaolang. This ti I took her out for a couple of reasons. First, her skills are truly impressive, on par with my own. Second, I wanted her to see the world. Leaving her in Wulin Temple would simply be a waste of her talent."
"Hmm." Song Zhizhi nodded.
"Xiaolang grew up in Wulin Temple and doesn’t understand many things in the outside world. If she does sothing inappropriate, please be understanding," Wei Ziming added.
"Don’t be so polite, I should be thanking you," Song Zhizhi said hastily.
Luo Xiaolang obviously had a clean background, even without Wei Ziming ntioning it. And soone like Xiaolang was exactly what she needed for a bodyguard.
"By the way, can Xiaolang drive?" Song Zhizhi asked.
She probably hadn’t had a chance to learn, growing up in Wulin Temple.
"No," Luo Xiaolang answered.
"I’ll enroll you in a driving school. I’ll need you to drive around in the future," Song Zhizhi declared.
"Yes, Master," Luo Xiaolang replied with utmost respect.
Song Zhizhi wasn’t quite used to this, but she figured she’d slowly get her to change.
They chatted about various things along the way. When they arrived at the Song Family’s villa, Song Zhidao parked the car. The villa was big and without any servants. Song Zhizhi ordered takeout, and the four of them sat around the table, eating dinner.
"Don’t you like the food?" Song Zhizhi asked Luo Xiaolang.
Luo Xiaolang was mostly shoveling rice into her mouth and didn’t seem to take any dishes.
"I’m a nun, and nuns don’t eat at," Luo Xiaolang hastily explained.
Song Zhizhi then understood, and quickly said, "I’m sorry, I forgot. This vegetable dish is cooked in vegetable oil, you can eat this. I’ll get a separate vegetarian dish for you in the future."
"Thank you." Luo Xiaolang picked up the vegetable dish with her chopsticks and started eating in big bites.
Song Zhizhi glanced at Luo Xiaolang, then looked at Wei Ziming, "Brother Ziming, are you usually busy in the army?"
"Sotis it’s very busy, sotis not. Why do you ask?" He replied.
"You hardly co ho," Song Zhizhi noted.
Wei Ziming seed to be taken aback, and didn’t respond right away.
"Since my mother passed away, you hardly ever ca back. But even though my mother is gone, the Song Family is still your ho," Song Zhizhi said.
She’d considered him like a real older brother since they were children. The Ziming in her mories would often take her to play, always a warm and tender big brother.
"Hmm." Wei Ziming nodded.
Song Zhizhi couldn’t be sure what his ’hmm’ ant; if it was an agreent or simply his way of avoiding continuing the topic. Not seeing each other for a long ti really could make things awkward.
She didn’t push the topic further.
After dinner, Wei Ziming left. Only Song Zhizhi, Song Zhidao, and Luo Xiaolang remained in the villa.
Song Zhizhi arranged a room for Luo Xiaolang and then returned to her own room to rest.
Lying on her bed, she enrolled Luo Xiaolang in a driving school online, scheduling classes to start next week.
After thinking for a mont, she also sent a ssage to Ji Baijian, "Made it ho safe."
She just felt that Ji Baijian cared for her, even though the reserved man never said it outright.
In her previous life, she thought Yi Wenhan was the man who treated her best. He was vocal about it and backed it up with actions, everything was very explicit. But in the end, he proved to have malicious intent.
In this life, Ji Baijian was always silent, even spiteful at tis. But she could feel his deep care for her.
The ssage notification sounded, and Song Zhizhi checked.
Ji Baijian had replied four words, "Glad you’re not dead."
Song Zhizhi gritted her teeth.
This man really couldn’t say anything nice.
She composed another ssage, "Looks like the wedding will be postponed."
"So what?" Ca the response.
"Does your family have a big problem with ?" Song Zhizhi asked.
"They’re discussing calling off the wedding."
"You didn’t stand up for to your family?" Song Zhizhi was upset.
They’d already reached an agreent.
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