Chapter 112: Dimension 19

Chapter 112: Dimension 19

Though Ah Qiang had cooled down, he still held his chin up high, his tone still haughty and overbearing, as if he was the king of the world.

However, the middle-aged man with an honest appearance in front of him paid no attention to it.

In fact, he began to eagerly learn and imitate Ah Qiang's behavior.

After some thought, he lifted his head in the same manner, adopting a lofty attitude that seemed to disregard everyone around him, his nostrils flared as if looking down on the world.

Ah Qiang, who had been basking in praise and feeling elated, fell silent at this sight.

The other three bodyguards, who were trying to hold him back and mediate, suddenly froze in their actions.

"You..."

Ah Qiang's voice wavered, tinged with confusion. "Did you twist your neck? Or are you having a nosebleed?"

Others joined in, chattering away.

"Why did he suddenly change like this?"

"Brother Qiang hasn't even touched the hem of your clothes yet!"

"That's right, don't think about faking an injury for compensation. We won't fall for such tricks!"

"...” The middle-aged man, who had been staring at them with his neck stiffened, his expression froze.

In front of several burly men, each nearly six feet tall, the middle-aged man, who was neither imposing nor tall, looked more like someone who had slept wrong and strained his neck, despite his attempt to raise his head.

Damn it.

This human form wasn't suitable!

It wasn't tall, mighty, or scarred enough!

The alien prince felt humiliated inside, reluctantly lowering his chin back to its original position. He secretly made a decision.

He scrutinized the four large men before him with unusual seriousness and asked curiously, "Are you guys hooligans?"

Seeing that the man didn't have a nosebleed and didn't seem to be faking an injury, Ah Qiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even when hearing this rather offensive question, he didn't get angry.

Perhaps it was because the other party's gaze was too innocent.

A simple man who genuinely found the scar on his face cool, how could he have any malicious intentions?

"What hooligans, don't talk nonsense," Ah Qiang snorted. "We all do proper work, we're covered by six insurances and two funds!"

Hearing this, the alien prince, who was already quite familiar with human society, was a bit bewildered. "Shouldn't it be five insurances and one fund? Why are there two more?"

"Haven't heard of it?" Ah Qiang wore a proud expression. "The extra ones are supplementary insurance and corporate pension funds, arranged by our boss."

"Boss?" The middle-aged man became even more curious. "So what exactly do you do?"

The four burly men answered in unison, "We're bodyguards!"

...

Wow!

The middle-aged man's eyes widened instantly. "Like the bodyguards in TV dramas?"

Ah Qiang smiled slightly, calm and composed. "Something like that!"

Receiving a confirmation, the alien prince's heart swelled with excitement, unable to calm down for a long time.

This was the first time he encountered real bodyguards in real life.

Although they weren't wearing the uniform black suits seen in TV dramas, the matching floral shirts were also cool!

In fact, they were even cooler!

The middle-aged man's eyes shone brilliantly at this moment. His thoughts turning rapidly, he couldn't wait to ask, "Then what kind of person is your boss?"

"Which boss?"

"What which? The person you need to protect!"

Ah Qiang made an 'oh' sound, his tone tinged with a hint of affectionate pride. "You're asking about Young Master Yu, he..."

Young Master Yu?

Just the name sounded cool!

And he actually provided his bodyguards with six insurances and two funds.

One more insurance than the standard five!

One more fund than the standard one!

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly excited.

In short—

Absolutely awesome!!

Ah Qiang, who regarded Yu Bai as his own younger brother, originally wanted to enthusiastically praise his Young Master Yu. However, upon noticing the increasingly abnormal expression on the man's face, he immediately realized something was off and promptly stopped talking.

"Wait, why are you asking about this?" A Qiang's face showed suspicion, his guard up high. "And what do you do?"

"I?" The alien prince thought for a moment and whispered, "What I do isn't important."

A Qiang didn't understand: "Huh?"

This time, it was the middle-aged man who smiled slightly, calm and composed. "But there is something very important that I want to entrust to you."

There seemed to be a special kind of magic emanating from this stranger they had just met.

The four men in floral shirts paused, strangely compelled to lean in closer to listen.

"It's like this," the alien prince began without hesitation, his expression unchanged. "I have a son, he's just like you..."

His long words gradually faded into the clamor of the daylight.

When Yu Bai received a call from A Qiang, he had already parted ways with Uncle Li and Ah Mei after their meeting, each having returned home after dinner. He was just about to enter the familiar gate of his residential complex.

A somewhat excited voice sounded through the receiver.

"Mr. Yu, we're coming over to find you right now!" A Qiang said repeatedly. "I'm really sorry, but we had something urgent to take care of, which delayed us."

Yu Bai didn't mind at all, gradually giving up on correcting the title. "It's fine, go ahead and take care of your business. I'm almost home, no need to come looking for me."

When he left the film city with Xie Wufang at noon, he saw A Qiang and the others having a great time on set, which made him feel happy as well.

If he didn't know they wouldn't agree, he would have even suggested that they stay longer in the film city, not worrying about their duty as bodyguards.

A Qiang immediately exclaimed, "Ah~", disagreeing strongly. "That won't do. We've already spent half a day playing around today. If Tian Ge finds out, he'll definitely give us a good scolding."

"We were so busy filming that we didn't pay attention to anything outside. Luckily, nothing happened to you," A Qiang sighed, resolute. "But what if something happens again? We absolutely have to come over and keep watch."

Hearing his determination, Yu Bai didn't try to persuade him further, instead saying somewhat wistfully, "You guys seem to be in a good mood."

He not only heard the cheerful rise in A Qiang's tone but also the faint sounds of rough laughter in the background.

In the vast night, he and Xie Wufang walked side by side through the swaying shadows of the trees, entering the same building, their eyes revealing an unhidden curiosity.

"Is it because of today's experience? I had a lot of fun when I was being an extra too."

He spoke naturally, but there was a pause on the other end of the line.

After a while, A Qiang said, "Yes, today was very interesting...and also very special."

His voice trembled slightly, as if filled with myriad thoughts.

Confused, Yu Bai asked, "What's wrong with you?"

A Qiang took a deep breath, his voice thick with emotion. "This is the first time I've heard you say that. Not just any kind of happiness, but real happiness that can be heard. How about tomorrow we accompany you again? You can play there for as long as you want!"

Indeed.

They hadn't seen Young Master this happy in a long time.

...

Unable to hold back, Yu Bai's eyes curved into a smile.

In the cold, lustrous silver-gray elevator, he looked particularly radiant.

He exchanged a few more words with A Qiang before hanging up the phone. As he did, his gaze inadvertently swept over to the side, catching his reflection in the pool of water-like surface.

Xie Wufang was quietly gazing at him.

The smile had yet to fade from Yu Bai's face, and he still held his phone in his hand, clearly having enjoyed his conversation with the person on the other end, even if it was brief.

His non-human neighbor's eyes were slightly cold, like a thin layer of mist covering his clear eyes, as chilly as a winter morning, with indiscernible emotions behind the fog.

Yu Bai was momentarily stunned.

Why did he look unhappy?

This sudden descent of icy gloom wasn't unfamiliar to him. He had seen it several times in the Go universe.

Back then, whenever he mentioned someone else, the abnormal Xie Wufang would display a similar expression.

He hated everything human except himself, especially Yan Jing.

...But Xie Wufang wasn't sick now.

Still, he had been acting strange all day.

Feeling utterly confused, Yu Bai thought for a moment and decided to speak up. "That was A Qiang's call. They've left the film city and said they're coming to find me. They'll probably be waiting outside the complex."

He was nothing like some people who would hide the contents of a message and refuse to share.

Yu Bai's tone was casual on the surface, but secretly he was grumbling, unaware that the man's cold demeanor dissipated upon hearing the last sentence.

Xie Wufang lowered his eyes. "Mm."

The two of them rode the elevator slowly upward, heading to the twelfth floor where they lived next to each other.

Staring at the flickering floor numbers, Yu Bai remembered something and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. "Yesterday, the elevator next to this one broke down as usual. I remember sitting in the malfunctioning elevator, talking at length about how much I wanted to become an actor, while Master Wang listened in while eating his spicy rice noodle soup."

Then, the two of them naturally went to the film city together.

Master Wang had actually been swayed by the idea, but he had a pile of food to finish and couldn't leave for the time being. He could only wave goodbye to them regretfully.

Xie Wufang, who had yet to possess this memory, listened to him with a hint of a smile on his face, asking, "What do you plan to do tonight?"

"Mainly waiting for Uncle Li's news," Yu Bai replied casually. "I'll also gather some information online to see if any other strange people have appeared in the city."

Li Nanxiao had gone to find a way to review the surveillance footage, trying to figure out where that suspicious-looking doll monster came from and where it went.

As they spoke, the elevator arrived at the twelfth floor, and the metal doors slowly opened.

After answering, Yu Bai asked back, "What about you? Are you going to prepare for the commercial shoot by looking at related materials?"

Xie Wufang nodded gently, saying softly, "But I'm not sure which commercials humans consider excellent."

Yu Bai instantly understood.

He was unfamiliar with human culture, and he didn't know how to judge those subjective aesthetics based on culture.

So even if he wanted to learn how to make a good commercial, he couldn't find the right blueprint.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor as the two walked out of the elevator together.

Yu Bai glanced at him, "It's okay, I'll help you find it. Why don't you come to my—"

Before the word "home" could land, the voice-activated lights suddenly illuminated, and another excited voice interrupted loudly.

"Where did you go, Xiao Bai! To pick up food delivery?"

Yan Jing, who had just been granted a week off, was bored at home. After much thought, he decided to happily run over to play with his friend, but he didn't expect that Yu Bai, who usually stayed at home, had actually gone out today. There was no answer when he knocked on the door.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long before the person returned.

Now, leaning against Yu Bai's front door, he cheerfully raised the bag in his hand towards the newcomer. "I should've told you earlier. I bought fried chicken, let's play games later. This time, I'm definitely going to crush you!"

When Yan Jing saw the two figures at the end of the corridor, his words stopped abruptly.

Surprised, he said, "Huh? You didn't get any food delivery... Who is this?"

Yan Jing curiously stared at the unfamiliar man with black hair and blue eyes.

The latter was also staring at him.

But after only a brief moment, he looked away.

Instead, he looked at the person right in front of him.

Caught off guard by the shout, Yu Bai wore an expression of surprise, unsure of how to respond. Then, he heard a familiar voice by his ear.

Deep and calm, yet swirling with the promise of an impending storm.

"You said this morning that you wouldn't look for him yet."