Absolute power in officialdom

Chapter 174 Entering the Song Mansion

In the evening, Song Yawen said to Wu Zhiyuan, "Qianjin, I'm going to my father's villa tonight. He wants to see you and thank you for your help yesterday."

Wu Zhiyuan scratched his head, putting on an innocent look: "Sister Yawen, your father is a celebrity, I'm afraid I'll be nervous then."

Song Ya-wen chuckled: "What's there to be nervous about? My father may look serious, but he's actually quite nice to his subordinates in private."

However, there are many rules in this house, so just observe less, ask less, and say less; simply follow me.

"Okay, Sister Ya-Wen."

Wu Zhiyuan was secretly delighted. On his first day as a bodyguard, he was able to enter the Song residence and even meet Song Yaozu. It was no easy feat.

Of course, this is related to his selfless act of saving Song Ya-wen yesterday.

While driving, Wu Zhiyuan asked, seemingly casually, "Sister Ya-wen, you're Chinese, right?"

"Yes, my great-grandfather and great-grandmother were both Chinese. They fled the war and traveled across the ocean to come to Country A."

"Has Sister Ya-Wen ever been to China?"

"No, but I really like China. I like Chinese pop music, Chinese movies and TV dramas, and I also like Chinese culture."

I studied at a university and obtained my master's degree in the United States. According to you Chinese, wouldn't I be considered a blend of Chinese and Western cultures?

Wu Zhiyuan responded in the same vein as Song Yawen: "Sister Yawen received a top education in the West and has a deep affection for Chinese culture. This is true eclecticism."

Many young people in China today envy this kind of experience.

"Actually, sometimes I think that if it weren't for these family ties, I might have chosen to live in China for a while."

Because my roots are in China, and the blood of China flows in my veins. This is something that no physical separation can erase.

The car drove into the hillside villa area on the outskirts of the southern city.

Hidden among the greenery, luxury mansions of various styles appear and disappear, with increasing privacy the deeper one goes.

The car wound its way up the mountain road and finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion that blended Southeast Asian style with modern design.

The walls were high, the carved iron gates were tightly closed, and bodyguards in black suits were on duty both inside and outside the gates.

A bodyguard stepped forward, and Song Ya-wen rolled down the car window.

"Young Miss." The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his gaze sweeping over Wu Zhiyuan in the driver's seat with a scrutinizing look.

"This is my new driver and bodyguard, Wu Qianjin."

From now on, when he brings me back, he'll just let me through.

Song Ya-wen spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes, Miss." The bodyguard stepped back and gestured for his companion to open the iron gate.

"In addition, my former personal bodyguard has been reassigned. From now on, Wu Qianjin will be both the driver and bodyguard."

"Yes, Miss."

The car slowly drove into the courtyard.

"Qianjin, I forgot to tell you, I used to have a driver who was also my bodyguard. She was a good driver and very clever, but she wasn't as brave or as skilled as you. I had her transferred to sales, and her income didn't decrease."

"Thank you so much, Sister Ya-wen, for your trust in me!"

The Song family villa covers a vast area and has a private garden, swimming pool, and even a small tennis court.

The high walls, dense surveillance cameras, and patrolling bodyguards all highlight the owner's extraordinary status.

"Miss, the master is waiting for you and Mr. Wu in the tea room." A female housekeeper, who looked to be about fifty years old, came forward and spoke respectfully.

Song Ya-wen nodded and said to Wu Zhi-yuan, "Come with me."

As you walk through the high-ceilinged hall, the expensive carpet absorbs the sound of your footsteps.

The walls are adorned with calligraphy and paintings, including Chinese ink paintings and Western oil paintings, showcasing the owner's diverse aesthetic tastes.

Wu Zhiyuan keenly noticed that at several corners and behind the columns, there were miniature cameras that were almost integrated into the decoration and were slowly rotating.

The tea room is located on the east side of the villa, facing a small fountain in the courtyard.

Song Yaozu, dressed in Tang suit, is sipping tea.

"Dad," Song Ya-wen called out.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Wu Zhiyuan bowed slightly.

"You're here, have a seat." Song Yaozu sized up Wu Zhiyuan. "Mr. Wu, Ya Wen told me everything that happened yesterday. Bold yet meticulous, calm under pressure, very good."

"President Song, you flatter me. Protecting Sister Ya-wen is my duty." Wu Zhiyuan sat down at Song Ya-wen's gesture, respectful but not obsequious.

Song Yaozu pushed a cup of brewed tea in front of Wu Zhiyuan: "Try it, it's ancient tree Pu'er tea that a friend brought from Yunnan."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Wu Zhiyuan picked up the cup, first observing its color, then smelling its aroma, and finally taking a small sip, letting the tea linger in his mouth for a moment before slowly swallowing.

It is indeed a fine tea, with a clear and bright liquor, a mellow aroma, and a long-lasting sweet aftertaste.

Song Yaozu picked up his teacup and said slowly, "Ya Wen has been protected by me too much since she was a child, so she is a bit naive."

The southern part of the city appears prosperous, but beneath the surface, turbulent undercurrents surge.

What happened yesterday might happen again in the future.

With you by her side, I feel a little more at ease.

"I will do my best," Wu Zhiyuan replied.

"I heard from Ya-Wen that you served in the military? And you used to work in Sihai Trading?" Song Yaozu asked casually.

"Yes. I served in the army for two years and then worked in China after my discharge. Later, a friend introduced me to Sihai Trading. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and wanted a change of scenery, so I came here."

"Having served in the military, one's eyesight, skills, and courage are all superior to the average person." Song Yaozu put down his teacup and changed the subject, "However, as a driver and bodyguard, one must also know how to maintain boundaries and know what to look at and what not to look at."

What to listen to, what not to listen to; what to say, what not to say. Do you understand?

These words carried a clear warning.

Song Ya-wen frowned slightly, feeling that her father's words were too harsh: "Dad, Qianjin knows the rules."

Wu Zhiyuan said sincerely, "I have taken Mr. Song's words to heart. I am only responsible for Sister Yawen's safety with this salary. Other matters are none of my concern, and I will not pay attention to them."

"Very good." Song Yaozu nodded in satisfaction. "Ya Wen trusts you, and I'm willing to give you this opportunity."

"Thank you, Mr. Song," Wu Zhiyuan said again.

After the meeting, Song Ya-wen led Wu Zhi-yuan to her room.

Song Ya-wen's suite is on the second floor of the villa, on the east side. Inside is Song Ya-wen's bedroom, and outside used to be the female bodyguard's bedroom.

"Qianjin, you can stay in the outer room tonight. I rarely come here, usually only once a week. I have my own place to live."

"Okay, Sister Ya-Wen."

Wu Zhiyuan wondered if sparks would fly between him and Song Yawen, who would live under the same roof and spend every day together.

Wu Zhiyuan noticed that the inner and outer rooms were equivalent to the master bedroom and secondary bedroom of a house, with only one exit.

To exit from the inner room, one must pass through the outer room where he is.

The bodyguards live in the outer room so they can be on call at any time and better protect the employer's safety.

Dinner was in a private room at the restaurant.

Song Yaozu, along with several foreigners and local guests, dined in the main hall.

There are security guards standing guard at the entrance of the main hall; entry is prohibited without permission.

Song Ya-wen took Wu Zhi-yuan to another restaurant for a meal.

Wu Zhiyuan pretended to be reserved, but in reality, what kind of situation hadn't he seen?

"Go forward, don't be nervous, they are all my family."

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan sat down, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

A beautiful young woman with a graceful figure and stunning looks, wearing a light purple silk cheongsam, walked in.

The beautiful young woman looked to be in her early thirties, with fair skin and delicate features.

She is none other than Song Yaozu's second wife, Song Yawen's stepmother, and Li Ruoxue, a former popular actress in Country A.

Song Ya-wen greeted Li Ruoxue: "Good evening, Aunt Li."

It's clear that Song Ya-wen and Li Ruoxue's relationship is neither close nor distant.

"Ya Wen is back." Lin Manli smiled brightly, her gaze falling on Wu Zhiyuan. "And this is?"

"Wu Qianjin, my new bodyguard. Qianjin, this is my Aunt Li," Song Yawen introduced.

"Hello, Aunt Li," Wu Zhiyuan greeted softly.

Just then, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a basketball uniform, ran in. He was Song Ya-wen's younger brother, Song Zi-jie.

Following behind was a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen, Song Ya-wen's younger sister, Song Y-ting.

"Alright, everyone's here. Let's sit down and eat." Li Ruoxue greeted them with a smile, naturally sitting down next to Wu Zhiyuan, a faint scent of perfume wafting over. "Qianjin, right? Don't stand, sit down. It's home, don't be so formal."