(This story continues from the timeline where the protagonist has always served as Xue Tang's bodyguard.)
"Miss Luo is truly as beautiful as a fairy..."
Niu Dazhi, smoking a ten-yuan pack of cigarettes, stared in admiration at the graceful woman emerging from the exit. She was Luo Xue Tang, the daughter of the president of the Luo Shen Group and also the chairman's assistant.
Today, she wore a perfectly tailored, elegant cheongsam that hugged her curves beautifully. A row of buttons slanted below her snow-white neck, revealing delicate collarbones as exquisite as jade carvings.
Her breasts stretched taut over the high-quality silk fabric, almost bursting open, contrasting with her slender waist and making her hips resemble ripe peaches. At the slit in the cheongsam, her long, shapely legs were faintly visible, the thin black stockings revealing an alluring jade-like color, making one imagine how smooth and delicate her touch would be.
Her slender, shapely legs, like lotus roots, moved gracefully with each step. Her delicate feet, clad in silk satin embroidered with beautiful patterns, resembled the embroidered shoes of ancient times. The thin satin accentuated the soft curves of her feet from instep to toe, making them appear almost barefoot.
Combined with the alluring lines of modern high heels, the beauty seemed to transcend time.
The toes even featured a sheer, openwork design, vaguely revealing ten adorable, neat, slender toes. The pearly nail tips resembled two rows of elusive flower petals.
As a delicate, subtle, yet unforgettable fragrance wafted by, the young lady drew closer. Niu Dazhi was utterly stunned. Although he had long admired Xue Tang's beauty, as a security guard who had only secured a job at the Luo Shen Group through connections, this was the first time he had seen Xue Tang so closely.
His heart was almost captivated by her beauty, completely forgetting to open the gate…
Yes, he had been transferred to the parking lot as a guard. After all, it was filled with vehicles belonging to the group's senior executives, and outsiders were strictly prohibited from entering, hence the security guards stationed there.
Unlike inside the building, outside meant enduring wind and sun. Niu Dazhi had initially been somewhat dissatisfied, but the moment he encountered the young lady, all the hardship seemed insignificant.
Just to be able to speak with Miss Luo, he would gladly be transferred to some remote, dangerous place!
"Is the gate broken?"
Perhaps heaven heard his plea, for Miss Luo's heavenly voice indeed rang in his ears. A faint, warm fragrance wafted by, making him involuntarily fantasize about her slightly parted lips, revealing her porcelain-like teeth.
Xue Tang's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, immediately making Niu Dazhi realize what was happening. He quickly waved his hands, replying, "No, no… It's probably just too hot..."
Niu Dazhi hurriedly opened the gate, pretending to wipe the sweat from his brow, inwardly cursing himself: How stupid of me! How could I stare like that? If the young lady got angry, I'd lose my job.
But how could he be blamed?
Although he now had a happy family, a wife and children, he wasn't particularly capable. His wife's looks were only average; she used to be attractive, but with age, the youthful vitality she once possessed had vanished.
She had practically become a typical haggard housewife, all her charm gone. And what's worse, he had no particular strengths... except for his insatiable libido, which remained undiminished even now. But at home, his haggard wife made him utterly uninteresting.
Over time, he became incredibly frustrated. He collected photos of numerous female celebrities on his phone to fantasize about, but even these heavily made-up, radiant stars paled in comparison to Miss Luo, like the difference between a pure fairy and a common, ordinary woman. Not to mention his own wife, with her sallow complexion—the difference was like that of a goddess descended from the heavens and a peasant woman washing clothes by the river.
From afar, he had assumed Miss Luo's makeup was at least as heavy as those of the celebrities, but upon closer inspection, beneath her dazzling beauty, he realized that Xue Tang wasn't wearing any makeup at all.
Because Xue Tang's fair, jade-like face showed absolutely no trace of foundation or concealer, naturally displaying the most delicate, translucent, and rosy complexion—smoother than a baby's skin, more moisturizing than cream, like a masterpiece of nature… So he naturally understood why she wasn't wearing makeup.
Beneath this flawless, captivating beauty, even the cream meant to conceal imperfections would become an imperfection itself. To conceal even a trace of Miss Luo's beauty would be unforgivable!
The doorbell was raised, and the young lady's slender figure swept past him. In that fleeting glimpse, her curves were striking, her figure perfectly sculpted, and her fragrance, like orchid petals in the night, wafted gently, enough to intoxicate anyone who smelled it.
Standing dumbfounded, Niu Dazhi lowered his head, filled only with regret. Losing his job was secondary… Having witnessed Miss Luo's stunning beauty up close, how could he face his wife back home?
Just as he was filled with remorse, a pair of legs, glistening with a faint pinkish glow, gleaming and smooth in black stockings, suddenly appeared in his field of vision… Looking up, he saw the young lady's swaying figure.
She held a bottle of chilled mineral water in her hand. Her hands were translucent and white, like a piece of clean, transparent jade. Her slender, delicate hands were like tender bamboo shoots, and her pearly nails were painted a pale cherry-red, exquisite and neat, reminiscent of delicate flower petals.
"If it's too hot, here…"
It turned out that the young lady had specially retrieved a bottle of chilled mineral water from her Maybach and handed it to him.
Niu Dazhi didn't know how he received the water from the young lady; he only felt dizzy, enveloped by a delicate and natural fragrance, like the subtle scent of musk emanating from orchids… When he came to his senses, his lower body was already rock hard, like a red-hot rod standing erect in his crotch.
He now understood what "fragrant traces" meant. A truly beautiful woman's alluring scent lingered long after she had passed.
That wasn't the vulgar scent of cosmetics, but the most natural aura emanating from his body. Otherwise, how could it have caused his natural "sensors" to throb to such an extent?
He could only bow and feign thanks to conceal his erection.