Chapter 78: This Isn’t a Job for a Human
“Chi Qian, this is Jiang Zhuzhi. Just call him Uncle Jiang,” Chi Lisen introduced.
Chi Qian obediently greeted him. “Hello, Uncle Jiang, I’m Chi Qian.”
“Hello.” Jiang Zhuzhi’s gaze held a faint curiosity.
So this was Mr. Chi’s granddaughter… why did she remind him of a little duckling?
“From today onward,” Chi Lisen said, “Uncle Jiang will be your personal bodyguard. His main responsibility is to protect your safety.”
Chi Qian’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Grandpa, I know this one! It’s one of the four essentials for the wealthy!”
“The four essentials?”
“One: a luxury car. Two: an assistant. Three: a bodyguard. Four: the ability to sit in a swaying car and still look cool while reading documents with the steely Sharingan gaze of a domineering CEO!”
Chi Lisen’s face instantly darkened.
But Butler Nan’s eyes lit up.
Jiang Zhuzhi… wasn’t even on the same channel.
What on earth is a domineering CEO?
“What have you been watching all day?” Chi Lisen poked her forehead. “You’re just like your mother at that age—constantly spouting ‘domineering CEO’ this and that. In the end, she threw everything away for a penniless boy.”
She had even abandoned her family.
The thought made his expression turn cold. “If you ever end up like your mother, I’ll be the first one to break your legs.”
Chi Qian waved her hands quickly. “Don’t worry, Grandpa, I already made a deal with Heaven about this.”
“Hm?”
“I told him, it doesn’t matter if my love life blossoms or not—as long as the money tree blooms, I’ll be just fine!”
A faint smile tugged at Chi Lisen’s lips. “At least you’re more ambitious than your mother.”
“Hehe~”
Chi Qian was very clear about one thing: what could possibly be more important than making money?
The more money she had, the bigger her future harem paradise would be. Whatever type of guy she wanted to see, she could see!
Perfect plan!
“Also,” Chi Lisen added, “Uncle Jiang will act as your tutor. From now on, you’ll need to set aside two hours every day for his lessons.”
Chi Qian immediately collapsed onto the table. “Grandpa, my mouth hurts.”
“Your mouth hurts, not your hands or your brain.”
“But my heart hurts too! I feel like Grandpa doesn’t love me as much today. Otherwise, how could such cold and hurtful words come out of a thirty-six-degree mouth? Wuuu…”
Chi Lisen’s lips twitched. “Fine, I’ll give you two days off. No more.”
“And who taught you to sit so improperly? Sit properly.”
Chi Qian just pouted and refused to move—like a sulky duck going quack quack.
At that, Jiang Zhuzhi revealed his first smile since arriving.
So far, it seemed Mr. Chi’s granddaughter was simple and adorable. Surely she wouldn’t act recklessly like those people…
And then, on his very first day at work, Jiang Zhuzhi was rammed—by a pig.
Little Fragrant saw the handsome “uncle” and immediately couldn’t stop charging at him.
Did it not realize how heavy it was? That kind of collision could kill someone!
Even Jiang Zhuzhi, a martial artist of exceptional skill, felt the impact nearly knock him flat.
He thought the pig was trying to play with him. But instead—it flopped onto the ground and started striking seductive poses.
Jiang Zhuzhi: “…”
Something about this pig didn’t feel… decent.
“Little Black! Stop daydreaming in class, look at the blackboard!” Chi Qian had set up a chalkboard on the lawn and was teaching Little Black how to read and do arithmetic.
Little Black: “Woof woof!” But little master, I want to play…
Chi Qian’s heart broke. “No! If you slack off like this, when will you graduate and start doing my homework for me? Don’t you want to play with me every day?”
Little Black: “Woof!” Yes! For little master, I’ll study hard!
Chi Qian beamed with pride. “Good boy. Tomorrow I’ll have them bring you a higher-grade dog food.”
“Woof woof~”
Jiang Zhuzhi: “…”
So the truly indecent one was right here.
She was seriously trying to teach a dog math and writing.
What’s next—teaching it to hold a pen?
What kind of job had he gotten himself into?
He soon found out the answer.
—This was not a job fit for a human.
That night, while Chi Qian was doing homework, she suddenly stepped out onto the balcony and began reciting a math problem to the moon.
Jiang Zhuzhi asked her what she was doing.
“This problem is too complicated. I’m too lazy to think about it, so I asked the heavens. After all, human calculation can’t beat divine calculation.”
“…And did you get an answer?”
“Nope. He said, ‘My fate is mine to control, not Heaven’s.’”
“…”
And that was mild. Because often, in the middle of solving homework, she would start chanting things like:
“Given the equation of line I… then the slope angle of line I shall be wielded as the Azure Dragon’s great spear, skewering the exam-setters into a salad! Thus, the solution is…”
Jiang Zhuzhi listened, chills running down his spine, as she finished her incantation and calmly wrote the correct answer on the paper.
There was no way to rate this.
Was her mental state really okay?
But Chi Qian herself felt wonderful. Ever since she “caught” mental illness, she’d felt more spirited than ever!
She had to work hard in secret—so one day she could bulldoze everyone!
What peace and quiet? What strong and carefree? All of it was just forced pretense!
Two days later…
The sea rescue team delivered a banner of gratitude to the estate.
And the police station sent one too.
The Cultural Relics Bureau followed right after.
In one breath, Chi Qian received three silk banners of honor—almost dazzled blind by this sudden flood of fortune!
One read: “Eat Well, Drink Well, Live Forever.”
Another: “Defeat Villains with Your Appetite, Uphold Justice on Behalf of Heaven.”
And the last: “Model Citizen, Example for Us All.”
Honestly, the second banner was… a bit much, but hey—better than nothing.
Grinning ear to ear, Chi Qian happily hung two of the banners in her room and snapped a photo for her social feed:
“So young and already owning three banners, all paid in full—no family backing, no help from others, all thanks to my own shamelessness.”
The post immediately drew comments.
[Shen Jiashu: Our princess’ banners are truly one of a kind! (sparkly eyes)]
[Yuan You’er: Where did you get those? I want one for my mom that says, ‘Cut Ties, Transcend to Immortality.’]
[Luo Zichuan: Impressive (・・)]
[Tang Xin: I’ll carry the banner for Qian Qian!]
Not long after, Tang Xin sent Chi Qian a private message, telling her she had already gone to her grandmother’s house.
Despite Wen Li’s desperate attempts to keep her, Tang Xin hadn’t changed her mind.
Recently, Wen Li’s messy divorce had been all over the internet.
Her husband’s mistress—once her best friend—had been working at the TV station. After the scandal broke, she was fired, and her husband wanted to divorce her as well.
Now, the two of them were so infamous that even walking down the street they’d get spat on.
Tang Xin wrote: Qian Qian, thank you. I’ve always wanted to tell you this. If you hadn’t appeared in my life, if you hadn’t given me the courage to change, I might still be the same weak person as before.
From now on, I’ll study hard, push myself to keep running forward, and leave this shadow behind. I won’t forget you—never.
Chi Qian replied: Good Luck—you can do it!～
Just after sending the message, she heard hurried footsteps outside her door.
Then came a knock.
When she opened it, Jiang Zhuzhi stood there, his face anxious.
“Miss, my son has a high fever. No one else is at home. I’d like to ask for leave to take him to the hospital.”
“Then hurry,” Chi Qian said. “I’ll give you a few more days off—don’t come back until he’s better.”
Chi Qian thought to herself, Another excuse to slack off, hehe.
Jiang Zhuzhi’s eyes lit up immediately.
There was gratitude in them—and maybe a trace of… shame.
Shame for the prejudice he’d once held against her.
