After carefully tending to Su Xiaorou's wound, Li Hao finally let out a sigh of relief. "Rest well for a while. Don't strain the wound again."
Su Xiaorou, lying on the sofa, kept her head down, a faint blush on her cheeks. She frowned slightly, shot Li Hao a sharp glare, and said coquettishly, "Can't you be a little gentler?"
"If I were any gentler with you, you wouldn't even know how you died!" Li Hao snorted. "I told you, but you wouldn't listen. Taking a bath with a wound—you're practically asking for death! I really want to tie you up to save the trouble."
Su Xiaorou was taken aback.
Despite Li Hao wearing the cheapest clothes, Su Xiaorou sensed something unusual about him. It was a peculiar feeling, as if he exuded a mysterious aura all over.
Shaking her head to brush off the thought, Su Xiaorou curved her lips into a smile, deliberately pushing out her full chest. Her red lips parted slightly, and her tongue flicked around her lips. "Tie me up? I'm afraid you don't have the guts."
Faced with Su Xiaorou's deliberate teasing, Li Hao had no choice but to pick up the bowl of myna soup and toss it to her, snapping, "Quit the nonsense. Drink the soup."
Even though he'd raised that myna for a year, since Su Xiaorou had already stewed it, there was no point in wasting it. It might as well serve its last purpose.
Su Xiaorou frowned slightly but said nothing. She gulped down the soup, and her whole body felt much warmer; her exhausted frame seemed to regain a bit of strength.
Despite still being annoyed by Li Hao's attitude, she looked at him and whispered, "Thank you."
Li Hao glanced at her but didn't respond.
Su Xiaorou said no more, just leaning back on the sofa to rest.
It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that Su Xiaorou finally got up. She made a call, then handed Li Hao a gilded card. "Take this to the property management of Jintang Phase II to report. You don't need to worry about anything else—someone will handle your onboarding."
"You really can get me a job at Jintang Phase II?" Li Hao looked at her in surprise. He'd thought she was just joking, but she was actually serious!
"Of course it's true. Do I look like I'm joking?" Su Xiaorou shot him an annoyed glare, her beautiful eyes on her pretty face filled with charm.
Li Hao opened his mouth but said nothing.
A security guard at Jintang Phase II?
He'd actually landed a decent job.
Suddenly, a flurry of knocks echoed, mixed with scattered footsteps. Li Hao frowned, pricked up his ears, and cautiously inched toward the door, instinctively tensing into a defensive stance.
From the footsteps, there were at least five or six people outside.
"Don't panic. It's probably someone here to pick me up." Su Xiaorou stood up slowly. Though the wound on her lower abdomen wasn't fatal, the area was sensitive, and every movement pulled at it, sending a sharp pain through her. She sucked in a breath.
Li Hao hurried over, his right hand supporting her slender, graceful waist, his left hand gripping her delicate, jade-like hand to steady her.
No response came from inside, and the knocking grew more urgent. An anxious woman's voice called through the door: "President Su! Are you there?"
Li Hao frowned, about to check through the peephole, when Su Xiaorou's voice came from behind.
"It sounds like they're looking for me."
Su Xiaorou started to get up, but Li Hao shot her a fierce glare, making her sit back down instinctively. She suddenly remembered—Li Hao was just her subordinate; she had no reason to fear him.
But Li Hao's worry wasn't unfounded.
Her subordinates were looking for her, but so were those who wanted to kill her. If they opened the door carelessly and it was the latter, things would get messy.
Li Hao could handle two armed men, but that had been a surprise attack. Facing five or six people head-on, he wasn't confident.
Li Hao peeked through the peephole, then slowly opened the door a crack, feigning nonchalance. "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
There were five people outside: four men and one woman. The woman in the lead wore a black business suit with a white shirt—truly a stunner in any man's eyes. The four men behind her were in matching black suits and white shirts, with short-range communicators clipped to their ears, looking highly professional.
Li Hao could tell at a glance—this was gear standard for professional security company bodyguards.
"I'm looking for President Su," the woman said coldly, her slender hand casually covering her nose, clearly put off by the slum's stench. She'd never have come to such a place if she didn't know Su Xiaorou was here.
"You say you're looking for President Su, so you can just barge in? Don't you know this is private property?" Li Hao shot her a cold look.
He'd always hated people who looked down on others for being poor. This woman's princess-like arrogance earned her no respect from him.
"You!" The woman was left speechless, her chest heaving with anger.
Her name was Zhang Sining, one of Su Xiaorou's right-hand women. When she'd heard Su Xiaorou was kidnapped the day before, she'd called the police immediately and had the company search the entire city. But after a whole night, there was no trace—Su Xiaorou seemed to have vanished!
Just as the whole company was panicking, Su Xiaorou had called herself, giving her the address. Zhang Sining didn't dare delay, rushing over with her team, fearing the kidnappers might get there first.
But who'd have thought she'd run into this guy, whose words were as sharp as bullets?
"What 'you'? Don't you know the first thing about respect?" Li Hao had roughly figured out who Zhang Sining was, but he wasn't about to be polite.
"Sining, I'm here!"
Seeing Zhang Sining was about to clash with Li Hao, Su Xiaorou, recognizing her voice, called out quickly.
Zhang Sining's face lit up at the sound. Ignoring Li Hao, she waved her hand. The four bodyguards stepped forward, yanked the door open, and charged in two groups.
They moved with seamless coordination, reaching the room's entrance in an instant.
"What? Money gives you the right to break into a private home?" Li Hao's eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward to block them.
At this, both Su Xiaorou and Zhang Sining smiled faintly—clearly, they thought Li Hao was asking for trouble taking on four professional bodyguards.
The bodyguards, clearly underestimating Li Hao, took another step forward.
Li Hao冷笑, turned his palm into a blade, and struck straight down at the man on the right!
The bodyguards had thought he was just some nobody, so they were completely unprepared. His speed caught them off guard, and the man on the right collapsed with a thud!
A master!
The remaining three, seasoned bodyguards, instantly sized him up. One reached quickly into his pocket.
Li Hao's pupils contracted—this guy was going for a weapon!
He snorted, tensed his waist, twisted his body, and lashed out with a kick!
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the man's wrist, which was reaching into his pocket, snapped instantly. The object he'd just grabbed fell to the ground—it was a black imitation Type 62 pistol!
Li Hao's eyes turned icy as he stared at the other two, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tough enough to attack your own people, but where were you when your President Su was in danger?"
"You!" The two men's faces paled, and Zhang Sining behind them trembled with rage.
They finally realized—Li Hao knew who they were, but he just didn't like them and was deliberately blocking them!
If they couldn't take Li Hao down in front of Su Xiaorou, they'd never live it down serving her.
"Enough!"
Su Xiaorou's irritated voice cut through the tension.
"President Su!" Zhang Sining rushed over, seeing Su Xiaorou struggling.
Li Hao stepped aside this time, letting her pass. Zhang Sining looked at Li Hao properly for the first time.
In his shabby clothes, he looked no better than a beggar to her: dirty beach shorts, a stained tank top, and tattered flip-flops. If Su Xiaorou hadn't spoken, she'd have thought he was a kidnapper demanding ransom.
"President Su, are you okay?" Zhang Sining turned back to Su Xiaorou, worried.
"I'm fine." When Zhang Sining helped her up, Su Xiaorou tried to speak, but the movement pulled her wound. Her face went pale, she sucked in a breath, clutched her abdomen, and sat back down.
"President Su, you…" Zhang Sining noticed something was wrong, her face changing.
"It's nothing. I took a bullet." Su Xiaorou shook her head, looking bitter.
"What?" Zhang Sining nearly broke down at the word "bullet."
Su Xiaorou shot? This was no small matter!
If anything happened to her, half the company would collapse!
She turned to the two standing bodyguards, her voice sharp. "Call an ambulance! Get President Su's private doctor here!"
Li Hao, leaning against the doorframe, was surprised. He hadn't expected Su Xiaorou to have a private doctor—she really was rich. No wonder she'd dared to offer him a job at Jintang Phase II.
But he said nothing. He'd seen plenty like her back in the day.
Soon, Su Xiaorou's private doctors arrived: two women, followed by two burly men and a stretcher.
"Clear the area. I need to examine President Su." The lead doctor glanced at Li Hao, her eyes wary, her voice cold.
"No need. We'll handle it back." Su Xiaorou cut her off quickly.
She knew—with Li Hao's skill, if things turned ugly, her men stood no chance.
The doctors looked reluctant but didn't argue. They lifted Su Xiaorou onto the stretcher, and the two men carried her out.
Before leaving, though, Su Xiaorou turned to Li Hao, smiling faintly. "Remember what I said."
With that, she turned away, saying no more.
Zhang Si Ning followed Su Xiao Rou, glared at Li Hao, and said unhappily: "You are lucky, Mr. Su doesn't want to trouble you, otherwise you will suffer."
Then, Zhang Si Ning also walked out, and the remaining four bodyguards walked out in pairs.
Looking at the backs of these people leaving, Li Hao couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.
He took out the golden card that Su Xiao Rou had just given him from his pocket, and looked at the row of gold-plated characters on it. Li Hao's eyes also flashed a little strange.
Those words were - Chief Executive Officer of Jin Tang Group: Su Xiao Rou.
Staring at these words, Li Hao was silent for a while, and then he suddenly grinned: "Spending hundreds of dollars to make a business card, rich people are really different, with too much money and nowhere to spend it."