Chapter 11: Your Eyes

e most scenic area in Zhangjiajiang City. Although it’s a man-made lake, it has now become quite popular with its pleasant environment and ideal living conditions, which is everyone's dream in Zhangji...Chapter Eleven: Your Eyes

"You're taking advantage of me!"

"Twenty-five thousand."

"You!"

"Twenty-six thousand." Wang Zheng still had that smiling expression, but to Shishi上官詩詩, it appeared insufferable.

Shishi finally did not dare to say anything else because she knew that if she argued further, Wang Zheng would keep raising the price until she had no choice but to agree.

"How about it Are you going to talk" Wang Zheng's face was full of warmth and amiability, but in Shishi's eyes, he seemed sinister.

"I won't speak anymore." Shishi hurriedly agreed.

"Thirty thousand, okay then."

Wang Zheng started to tidy up the silver needles: "Lie down obediently and lift your clothes."

Shishi's face was filled with sorrow and fury; how could this damned fellow take advantage of her in such a way!

"Damn it!" Shishi cursed this smiling fellow inwardly. And neither of her two good friends said anything to help her, instead they were stifling laughter, especially Han Xingye, who had an expression of schadenfreude.

"Hmph, after this matter is over, I will definitely pinch that guy’s chest until it swells even more!"

...

Wang Zheng's face was focused. His two fingers lightly pinched the silver needle, lifting and lowering it, while his other hand gently rubbed Shishi’s smooth and flat abdomen with soft movements.

As Wang Zheng moved the silver needle and his fingers, Shishi only felt a cool gas moving around inside her stomach. The place that had just been burning hot now gradually calmed down under the stimulation of this coolness; as the coolness seeped into the painful area, it alleviated the burning pain until it disappeared.

"How amazing! It really worked!" Shishi couldn't help but exclaim!

"I said nine more words, thirty-nine thousand, no wait, let's round it up to forty thousand."

Sung Shishi excitedly said, "Forget about forty thousand! If you really cure me, I'll give you ten thousand!"

Sheng Fei, having seen the miraculous effects of Wang Zheng’s acupuncture, understood that this bodyguard indeed possessed incredible medical skills and her trust in him deepened further.

"Wang Zheng, how is Shishi doing"

"She" Wang Zheng glanced at Sung Shishi before touching his left hand. "Oh, she's great. No excess flesh around her abdomen; it’s very elastic..."

“Ah, Wang Zheng, I’m going to kill you…” Another murderously sharp scream came from the villa on Pingtai Mountain.

...

Sitting in the Hyatt Observation Coffee Lounge, Wang Zheng could see the full view of the towering Juru International Building across from him.

Juru International served as the headquarters for the Sung family. At 315 meters high, it was one of the landmark buildings in Beijing. Every order steering this corporate giant came directly from the mastermind of the Sung family here, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that every decision made here sent ripples through China's economic pulse.

The Hyatt Observation Coffee Lounge where Wang Zheng was seated today was equally renowned, located on the top floor of a five-star hotel with the same height as Juru International.

Today being a weekend, Sung Shishi came to Juru for an internship. From now on, she had to prepare herself to inherit everything from this prestigious family. Wang Zheng did not accompany her; while she didn’t need full-time protection, it would be quite telling if anything went wrong in the heart of the Sung family’s territory. However, according to available information, it was unlikely that such an elementary mistake would occur.

Wang Zheng held a cup of Blue Mountain coffee and sipped slowly while observing Juru International, the so-called unsinkable commercial giant, which was completely encased in glistening bulletproof glass. Any attempt at sniping from outside would be futile as there wouldn’t be any entry points to exploit.

It was said that this building could withstand a 7-level earthquake, but such claims were impossible to verify.

A quick glance was all it took for Wang Zheng to take in everything happening in the coffee lounge. This capability was honed during his years as an assassin; in certain environments, his senses were sharper than those of a wolf.

Across from him sat a ponytailed girl in a light yellow sports shirt typing on her laptop, occasionally looking out at the view with a dreamy expression but also with a hint of melancholy.

The years spent as an assassin had honed Wang Zheng's observational skills to such a degree that he could easily discern emotions within this girl.

As if sensing his gaze, she smiled faintly at him and nodded before returning her attention back to the keyboard.

At this moment, Wang Zheng was stunned.

What kind of eyes were those!

The girl seemed to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, looking like a college student. She was petite with fair skin, appearing delicate and adorable.

If that was all, she would never have caught Wang Bodyguard's attention.

Unarguably, this girl had eyes that could instantly captivate anyone, large and expressive as if they could speak. They were ethereal and lively yet carried a subtle sadness and profound kindness.

Eyes are the windows to one’s soul; without doubt, the aura and emotions in her eyes would make any man fall head over heels immediately.

This unique allure was extremely lethal.

Our self-admiring Bodyguard trusted his people-reading skills immensely. Through those captivating eyes, he could clearly sense a heart filled with kindness and an almost imperceptible touch of sadness.

Suddenly, Wang Zheng became very interested in the girl before him; it was the first time such a thing happened to him in years. Of course, Bodyguard Wang would never be foolish enough to go up and ask her about her age, name, address, or boyfriend status. He had his own way of judging people’s personalities with just a few actions and glances.

With eyes so infinitely beautiful, how wonderful must this girl herself be

No doubt, whether it was Sheng Fei,上官詩詩 (Shangguan Shishi), or Han Xinye, they were all one-in-a-million beauties with top-notch features and figures. However, if this girl stood beside them, Wang Zheng would confidently say that every man's gaze would be drawn to her, specifically her eyes. Compared to the trio of heavenly beauties, she seemed to shine a little brighter.

As Wang Zheng was contemplating this, it looked like the girl had finished whatever she was doing and closed her laptop before getting up to leave the observation café.

Wang Zheng also got up and straightened his clothes before following from a distance.

If he didn't deliberately reveal himself, there would be no more than ten people in the entire world who could detect that Wang Zheng was tailing them. The girl certainly wasn’t one of those ten.

She exited the Hyatt and walked towards the bus stop. From afar, her figure wasn’t particularly outstanding compared to someone like Han Xinye, even somewhat flat, but Bodyguard Wang’s gaze remained firmly fixed on her back.

In China, it was common to see various beggars around bus stops, even in international metropolises like the capital. These beggars seemed to silently protest against the harshness of the world or the darkness within humanity with their bodies.

A middle-aged man without two legs lay on a small slider cart, his audio device turned up loud as he propelled himself using his hands. He hadn’t had a bath in quite some time; during this hot summer season, an unpleasant stench emanated from him. Those passing by covered their noses and hurriedly walked away, not wanting to look at the man even once.

Another disabled beggar.

The lifeless and numb eyes staring at the world that abandoned him, watching people passing by without even glancing in his direction. Perhaps this disabled beggar has become accustomed to such looks; he didn't even sigh but continued mechanically sliding forward with his stick.

Actually, life is not scary; what's truly frightening is being worn down by life to the point of numbness and cruelty.

Wang Zheng knew that for those who are disabled from birth or later in life, he could do little to help them with his medical skills. Even if he miraculously cured them, it wouldn't make much difference because years of hardship had already made everything seem insignificant. Without a renewed spirit and an optimistic outlook on life, even the healthiest body would ultimately be useless.

Healing the mind is far more important than healing the body; this principle is quite simple.

Wang Zheng sighed as he was about to reach into his pocket for some loose change. Just then, he saw the girl walk up to the disabled beggar.

The girl took out a carton of milk from her backpack and bent down to gently place it in front of the bowl by the disabled beggar's feet.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zheng felt an imperceptible ripple stir within his long-unchanged heart.

Since the girl was facing away from him, Wang Zheng couldn't see her expression. But he could tell she was smiling gently.

Wang Zheng clearly saw that the middle-aged disabled man lying on the wheeled cart had a pair of eyes dulled by years of suffering and pain, yet they now revealed a hint of a smile.

In this world, what can move these people's hearts What can make their numb eyes light up with joy, allowing them to feel peace in life and hope

Obviously, at this moment, the girl’s smiling face was the answer.

Even Wang Zheng, under his cynical facade, showed a genuine smile that he hadn't displayed for many years.

This was a reassuring smile, one that had been absent from Wang Zheng's face for too long.

Since this smile appeared, the heart of Wang Zheng, which seemed to be wrapped in thick layers of protection, finally saw a crack through which sunlight could shine again.

After sensing the subtle changes within his soul, Wang Zheng let out a long sigh and watched the beautiful girl get on Bus Route 91 without following her.

"Bus Route 91 seems to go towards the southern suburbs of the capital," Wang Zheng mused thoughtfully.nitely be held responsible at least with a warning or disciplinary action, if not having their annual bonus completely deducted.Just then, a middle-aged man pushed open the door and entered. Upon seei...