Chapter 199
by Need_More_SleepChapter 199: Let’s Not Make Things Hard For The Little Bodyguard
Hugging Mi Xiaoliu felt really comfortable.
Her small body curled up weakly in her arms, combined with the soft, fuzzy pajamas she was wearing, made her seem just like a little animal.
Adorable.
And when she slept, she liked to hold onto something and clamp it with her legs, which very easily led to a tangled-leg situation.
With her left leg threaded through, all Yiwen had to do now was exert a bit of force to lift upward and she could get her revenge for the earlier (|) incident—but she didn’t do it. She just quietly looked at the girl’s face.
She was sleeping so peacefully.
There was a temptation to shake her awake, just to see her pout and weakly attack with her little fists in mock anger.
Fortunately, Yiwen’s limited self-control stopped her in time.
Mi Xiaoliu had been really upset yesterday—better to let her sleep well.
But Mi Xiaoliu was a well-behaved kid who went to bed early and got up early. So when Yiwen’s breathing changed from the rhythm of sleep to wakefulness, even that tiny difference was enough to rouse someone who’d had enough rest.
Yiwen quickly shut her eyes again and pretended to sleep, wanting to see what Mi Xiaoliu would do upon waking up.
Mi Xiaoliu checked the time.
6:53.
She wanted to go back to sleep but found that Yiwen had taken over the entire pillow.
She’d run into this kind of thing before when sleeping with Heli.
Mi Xiaoliu grabbed Yiwen’s arm, used it as a pillow, and burrowed toward Yiwen’s chest.
But after only a couple of seconds, she shifted position downward and dragged Yiwen’s arm along, burrowing toward her stomach.
“……”
Feeling inexplicably insulted, Yiwen retaliated with kitty punches.
“You’re even worse than me,” Yiwen puffed up angrily and sat up.
After all, she had personally verified it.
No more sleep—time to get up.
There was a guest at home today.
Black permed hair, orange eyes, rather good-looking, looked no older than thirty, a pretty-boy type, and with very fair skin.
He sat silently on the sofa, sipping tea.
“This is your father’s friend—and Mi Xiaoliu’s new bodyguard,” Raven introduced the man to Yiwen.
To her shame, back in her fujoshi days, she had shipped this guy with her husband.
“I even held you when you were little,” Okulet said expressionlessly to Yiwen, delivering a classic cliché line. “Toby.”
“I’m Yiwen,” she replied, her smile not reaching her eyes.
Okulet said nothing and took another sip of tea.
Was he trying to hide his awkwardness?
After finishing the call with Officer Chen last night, Okulet had immediately come near Raven’s home. But it had been too late, so he didn’t disturb anyone and just slept in his car.
With danger intuition close to LV4, he could wake up in time even if there was danger at night.
But there was a reason it wasn’t rated LV4, it worked by sensing danger about to happen nearby.
His current max range was about two months ago, when he sensed a city-level crisis about to happen twenty kilometers away. He rushed over and found two men—one in black—fighting.
He figured he sensed it from so far away because their fight could potentially affect even someone twenty kilometers out—namely, himself.
Such an awesome ability… yet he couldn’t sense when an old man was about to jaywalk.
Because that danger was created by him and directed at others.
Okulet glanced at Mi Xiaoliu, who sat with her knees together like a little lady.
Yep—this was the boy who gave him a physical headache.
“The master’s new bodyguard is him?” Sasha whispered.
And not just Sasha—Mi Xiaoliu also recognized him.
The man she’d beaten up.
Weak.
One glance.
No need for a second.
“Here, a gift.” Okulet handed a package to Mi Xiaoliu.
He still had to build a good relationship with the person he was about to protect.
A plush donkey that could imitate speech and even dance—supposedly, kids loved this kind of thing.
Toby, passing by on his way to the bathroom, rolled his eyes rudely.
How childish. He’d gotten sick of toys like that by the time he was seven.
Mi Xiaoliu took it curiously.
“Hello.” — Mi Xiaoliu.
“Hello.” — The donkey.
So amazing.
She’d never seen anything like it before.
She wanted to study how the toy donkey learned to talk, then go back and teach it to Circle (Quanquan).
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“Last night, in Sunshine City’s northern district, a violent and inexplicable clash between ability users took place in a children’s amusement park…”
This man, like the previous bodyguard, always wore a stiff expression and liked listening to the news while driving.
Early in the morning, it was already putting Yiwen and Mi Xiaoliu back to sleep.
But his car was not as comfortable as the previous bodyguard’s.
“Tell me your preferences, your plans, people you’re cautious of, people who hold grudges against you—anything like that. And if you happen to have any extra abilities you’ve hidden from the Federation, best mention those too. It’ll help us understand each other.”
Okulet was driving at a snail’s pace, terrified of hitting another old man.
“I know you don’t really trust the Federation for certain reasons, but you can try trusting me. I’m from the Lasvedo family.”
The info his cousin had given him was fairly detailed. It explained Mi Xiaoliu’s connection to the Black-Clothed One and her grudge from the Easter incident.
He glanced through the rearview mirror, which had a crack running through it.
He’d met her once—just a brief glance—and at the time he’d mistaken the Black-Clothed One for a girl.
Looks like that flame which nullified powers was uncontrollable. If not for that, who would he even be afraid of?
He had originally planned to go back and write “The School Beauty’s Soldier Bodyguard.”
His last completed work, “The Demon King’s Live-in Son-in-Law”, had average click stats. His editor had suggested that his next book should be in a different genre, something like “The Demon King Comes Home to Find His Daughter Living in a Doghouse.”
He had turned that down—his writing was based on real-life experiences.
Yiwen answered for Mi Xiaoliu: “We’re heading over to hear an apology next. I don’t think she has anyone she really holds a grudge against. Her hobby is me.”
She held Mi Xiaoliu’s hand and deliberately leaned in close.
Okulet took it all in and shook his head.
Young people these days—always thinking about romance.
Good thing Gloria never got involved in puppy love.
Probably.
“Hey, can you drive faster? Just now a guy in a wheelchair passed us,” Yiwen said, speechless. “Is your car broken or something?”
What era was this car from anyway? The windows were still hand-cranked. You probably couldn’t even sell it for four figures on the second-hand market.
“I’m two months older than your dad,” Okulet said, focusing more on how she addressed him. “Back when we played cards in father-son rounds, I was the one who won.”
“My dad said he won.” Yiwen didn’t believe him.
Old Chen had mentioned it before too. He said he won.
Are all men this stubborn?
Thankfully, Mi Xiaoliu was a girl—and had a soft mouth.
“Tell me about that woman and the grudge between you. Any detail could be a potential danger source,” said Okulet.
It sounded like he was trying to change the subject.
Good—he could be ruled out as the winner of the father-son game.
“She’s just some rich woman. Because of a misunderstanding she never cleared up, she hit Mi Xiaoliu—and hit her in the face. When we went to ask for an apology, she was totally perfunctory and didn’t even bother to find out the truth…”
As Yiwen spoke, she sounded even more resentful than Mi Xiaoliu.
“Her daughter bullies Mi Xiaoliu too. Both the older and the younger ones pick on her. No shame at all with the strong bullying the weak.”
It sounded outrageous.
“I wanted to get back at them for Xiaoliu, but they’re rich and powerful and have a whole bunch of bodyguards.” Yiwen vented by punching the toy donkey twice.
Mi Xiaoliu turned sideways to protect the toy, not letting Yiwen hit it again.
She was afraid Yiwen might accidentally break it.
Yiwen had violent tendencies. From now on, she isn’t allowed to watch Circle (Quanquan) anymore.
“A nouveau riche type?” Okulet nodded.
Parents like that raise daughters like that. These days, anyone could become rich.
“Uncle, since you’re Xiaoliu’s bodyguard, shouldn’t you help her get justice?” Yiwen tried to push her plan.
“We’ll see,” Okulet replied coldly.
Yiwen just thought he was a repressed tsundere.
Then Okulet realized the road was starting to look more and more familiar.
And when they reached the destination, the rude, rich woman also turned out to be very familiar.
Okulet hit the brakes, silently backed the car up until the principal couldn’t see it anymore.
“You two go on ahead. I’ll keep watch from here.”
“Huh? Uncle, aren’t you a personal bodyguard?” Yiwen asked, confused.
Come on, back us up a little!
“My ability has a long range. Staying hidden gives me an advantage,” said Okulet.
“Fine then, we’ll go deal with that rich dog ourselves.” Yiwen pulled Mi Xiaoliu along and left.
They wouldn’t make things hard for this little bodyguard uncle.
Okulet: “……”
She even repeated the phrase “rich dog.”
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“Things have taken the worst possible turn—the Little Demon King has replaced Strange Grass as Mi Xiaoliu’s bodyguard. You should’ve acted sooner.”
“You told me yesterday to do whatever I wanted,” said the green-haired girl, changing the bandage on her injured arm.
With her ambiguous status, she couldn’t go to a hospital, so doing it herself was a hassle.
“After all that fighting, both sides only ended up with minor injuries?”
“Shut up. Didn’t you see? While I was fighting, someone stole my motorcycle and replaced it with a light-shadow scooter!”
The girl looked toward the highway, scanning for a new motorcycle. Once she spotted a cool-looking one, she got ready to steal it.
“Doesn’t matter if it’s the Little Demon King or Big Demon King—they’re no match for me.”
With the engine roaring, the high-speed motorcycle tore down the road in a streak.
Nikita, coming out of the supermarket after shopping, only to find his bike stolen: “??”
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