"You rotten bastard! Get out! Get out of here this instant!" Lin Ruofei tugged frantically at her hair, half-hysterical with rage. She looked for all the world like the shrewish village women Fang Yu had seen back home, save for one key difference: while those women hurled insults in the middle of the street, this pampered young heiress was screaming them straight in his face.
"I cannot leave." Fang Yu stared at Lin Ruofei's unhinged display, an amused smirk tugging unseen at the corner of his mouth.
"And why not?" Lin Ruofei copied Yan Ting's stance, planting her hands firmly on her hips, and fixed Fang Yu with an icy glare.
"Because it is my duty to protect Miss Yan." Fang Yu spoke with solemn, unwavering seriousness.
"I don't need some lecherous pervert like you to protect me." Yan Ting stared daggers at Fang Yu from the side, her face brimming with murderous rage, even as a flicker of amusement stirred in her chest. Only moments before, Lin Niu had been singing the man's praises, and now here she was, unraveling at the seams over him.
"But your father has already paid for my services. I am bound by my contract to stay." A look of steely resolve crossed Fang Yu's face. He knew better than to show too much weakness around these two young women; if he did, they would walk all over him without a second thought.
"No! You have to leave!" Yan Ting screamed at the top of her lungs, her frustration boiling over into near hysteria. How could this man be so infuriatingly thick-skinned?
"I'm afraid I can't." Fang Yu shrugged, fixing Yan Ting with a pitiful, long-suffering look. Oh, young miss, he thought to himself, do you have any idea how hard this bodyguard job already is? Can't you just behave yourself for five minutes?
A bitter, hollow feeling welled up in his chest, leaving him on the brink of tears with none to shed. He'd thought this would be a cushy, easy job, but it was already turning out to be far more grueling and perilous than any of the deadly missions he'd run in North Africa.
He was a grown man, a seasoned fighter, and yet here he was, forced to back down and grovel to two spoiled young girls. If the old man ever got wind of this, he'd laugh his head off until his teeth fell out.
"Ugh, fine. I'm starving. Go make me something to eat." Yan Ting took several deep, steadying breaths, her earlier fury seemingly melting away into nothing.
Beside her, Lin Ruofei's big eyes lit up at the mention of food, all her earlier rage vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Got it." Fang Yu let out a long, relieved breath at the sight of the two young women finally calming down from their frenzy. Cooking, after all, was his greatest specialty. Even the impossibly picky old man back home had heaped praise on his culinary skills.
"That said, if what you make is disgusting, I'm kicking you out the second I take the first bite." Seeing Fang Yu agree to her demand, Yan Ting waved her delicate fist at him, a mischievous, menacing grin spreading across her face.
The moment Fang Yu vanished into the kitchen in a flash, Yan Ting and Lin Ruofei burst into silent, snickering giggles.
"Hehe, Tingting, you're absolutely brilliant. You've got that poor man completely wrapped around your finger." Lin Ruofei giggled, her full, soft breasts bouncing with every shake of her shoulders.
"Naturally. Hmph, if this man wants to be my bodyguard, he's going to have to pass every single one of my tests first." Yan Ting tossed her head, her nose twitching with pride as she grinned triumphantly.
In truth, ever since Fang Yu had stepped out of the shower in his new clothes, Yan Ting had accepted the reality of him being her bodyguard. Even so, she couldn't stand the roguish, lecherous glint in his eye, and her pride had refused to let her back down without a fight. And so, she'd dreamed up every petty way to torment and test him that she could think of.
"Hehe, this man's in for a world of trouble in the days ahead." Lin Ruofei grinned wickedly, then grabbed Yan Ting's hand and dragged her upstairs with her.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Fang Yu was sweating profusely, rummaging frantically through the cupboards in search of ingredients to cook with.