Chapter 6: Kung Fu Girl vs. Rookie Bodyguard

“Kung fu is already running in my blood?” How am I supposed to respond to such a dramatic line? Shen Baizhou felt numb.

“Are these two suitcases heavy?” Su Hongdou asked him.

“Extremely heavy,” Shen Baizhou replied honestly.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Su Hongdou smile faintly… and, in a show of strength, lift both suitcases by hand! Without another word, she turned and strode into the house.

Huh? Watching her back, Shen Baizhou froze. Su Hongdou’s long hair cascaded like a waterfall, her robe as white as snow, and those two suitcases in her hands looked like… big question marks? No, they were clearly rolling suitcases—so why was she carrying them by hand? Wealthy people’s thinking really was hard to guess… Shen Baizhou broke out in a cold sweat.

Carrying two dead-heavy suitcases, Su Hongdou walked through the corridor into the living room and dropped them with a loud thud.

“These suitcases are heavy? Just about normal!” she panted, her hands unconsciously resting on her black belt at her waist… But clearly, she was sweating. Shen Baizhou thought, and yet she still pretends not to be tired?

“You’ll stay downstairs,” Su Hongdou began explaining.

*”There’s the kitchen over there, two bedrooms, a study, gym, bathroom, dressing room, and a dance room…” Shen Baizhou nodded continuously, his eyes scanning the ridiculously large living room.

Wow, just one wardrobe room was bigger than a regular worker’s bedroom.

“I live upstairs,” she pointed to the second floor for emphasis.
“I’m the only one up there.”

“Hm?”

“Which means, there are no bodyguards upstairs—just me.” She winked, looking as charming as a peach blossom peeking from the mountains along a stream. Then, she swayed up the stairs, glancing back with an encouraging look for Shen Baizhou.

Shen Baizhou quickly opened Zhihu and @ed “乳thisxiongxian”:

“Staying at a wealthy person’s house. They told me I can stay downstairs, they’ll stay upstairs, and there’s no bodyguard upstairs. What does this mean? Urgent!”

After posting, he plopped onto a Morandi-colored fabric sofa and looked around. Lifting a translucent classical teacup from the stone tabletop, he casually waved it at the sparkling crystal chandelier… dazzling, he thought. Is this the glow of wealth?

Taking his eyes away from the gold-rimmedRoman column decorations, ShenBaizhoulooked at the answer written by “乳this chest dangerous“.

“Isn’t it obvious, brother? No bodyguard upstairs, and you’re downstairs—you are the bodyguard! They mean you can stay over, but you must fulfill your bodyguard duties.”

Ah, that made sense. Reasonable. Shen Baizhou quickly asked, “So, what exactly should a bodyguard do?”

“Actually, brother, I work as a bodyguard for wealthy people…” the reply said.
“It’s nothing like the thrilling stuff on TV. It’s boring. The main job? Driving. The second most common task—you won’t guess—it’s cooking!”

“Cooking?” Shen Baizhou admitted he hadn’t expected that.

“Especially at night. You’ll make late-night snacks. I’ve been a bodyguard for ten years. Wherever the boss goes, I go—never leaving their side. Know why? Because I make authentic Yangzhou fried rice! Surprised, huh?”

Meanwhile, in the second-floor corridor outside the bedroom:

“Hah!” Su Hongdou executed a lightning-fast split, then pushed off the walls with her hands, spun around, and performed a flawless spinning kick in midair!

She was exhilarated. The corridor’s width was perfect for her Meteor Spinning Kick—a classic move from Swift Wind Girl Cheng Moli. She had dreamed of using this move since watching the show at twelve, training in taekwondo for the day she could fight evil and uphold justice.

Surrounded by bodyguards all her life, she never had a chance to act—until today.

“What’s meant to be will come back!” she said, delivering a side kick and snapping her leg back—now just waiting for Shen Baizhou to appear, exposing his “ugly face”!

Growing up sheltered, Su Hongdou’s idea of a “pervert” came entirely from anime—a panty-stealing villain, who always got beaten by the protagonist in the end. So when Tang Tang told her Shen Baizhou might be a pervert, she felt no fear—only excitement.

To avoid overconfidence, she asked her bodyguards online:
“How’s my kung fu?”

The answers were unanimous:
“Miss, you’re a martial arts prodigy!”
“Your taekwondo is masterful! Such progress is rare!”
“No one in my special forces unit can match you!”

Su Hongdou felt completely confident. If she could defeat special forces soldiers, dealing with a pervert would be easy.

“Tang Tang’s an amateur. She underestimates me. Hmph. Now I’m ready… just waiting for Shen Baizhou to come upstairs…”

Time passed, and he still hadn’t appeared. Su Hongdou grew anxious. Her training outfit was ready—would he just not come up? She worried and sent a voice message to Tang Tang:

“A bit of a problem—he’s downstairs. I planned to ambush him upstairs… but he hasn’t come. What if he doesn’t come do something bad? How can I show my skills?”

“What? You’re hoping he’ll come upstairs?” Tang Tang was stunned.
“Su Hongdou, don’t be foolish! Life isn’t anime! Wear thick, modest clothes—don’t tempt him…”

“So, if my clothes are thick, he won’t come upstairs?” Su Hongdou looked at her training suit.
“Ah, the problem is my black belt training outfit—it showed my chest!”

“That’s fine. He’ll probably chicken out,” Tang Tang reassured.
“Anyway, the bodyguard is nearby. Keep in touch!”

Hanging up, Su Hongdou pondered.

“Did I just show off my strength? That might scare him away… Good thing I realized early. Must tempt him—oh, my burgundy silk nightgown!”

She quickly changed into the silky nightwear—thin, tight, low-cut—revealing a generous portion of her chest. Perfect.

Ding! Shen Baizhou’s message popped up:
“Miss Su, is making Yangzhou fried rice for a late-night snack okay?”

He’s cooking? Su Hongdou was stunned. Shen Baizhou could cook? For someone like her, who had burned, cut, and been forbidden from cooking since learning at sixteen, cooking seemed nearly impossible.

“Sure, go ahead,” she replied calmly, then tiptoed to the stairs to listen.

Click! The fridge opened.
Beep beep beep… Rice cooker steaming.
Chop chop chop! Knife skills, precise and skilled.
Sizzle… Vegetables hit the oil. He’s frying!

The aroma drifted up the stairs. Su Hongdou was moved.

“All this kitchen equipment, and he’s using it expertly on his first try? This pervert is a cooking genius… And smells amazing!”

She hadn’t eaten since lifting boxes and training—she was starving. The scent crept up to her nose, making her dizzy.

“Su Hongdou! Stay calm!” She reminded herself. No eating after eight!

Downstairs:

“This kitchen is amazing!” Shen Baizhou whistled.
“I could get used to this—fall in love with cooking…”

Yangzhou fried rice was simple: peas, cucumbers, carrots, corn ready; rice steamed; shrimp thawed. After prep, he started frying, almost ready to serve—then realized the exhaust fan was off.

“Oh no, the smoke will go upstairs!” He pressed the vent, then sensed a solid gaze behind him…

Someone was watching?

He spun around, nearly bleeding from the nose…

Su Hongdou in a red silk nightgown stood behind him—stunningly seductive. The low neckline revealed her chest, the straps exposed her collarbones, the silk clung to her curves, and her long legs peeked out…

Shen Baizhou almost fried the rice in shock.

“Mi-miss Su…” His head was buzzing. Every drop of blood felt like it rushed upward. Danger—I’m about to salute? He panicked. If he reacted now, would he be mistaken for a pervert?

The chapter ends here with Shen Baizhou in full panic mode, and Su Hongdou ready to test her “kung fu meets justice” skills upstairs.