WMSR — QT Chapter 71

Chapter 71

This scene carried a hint of bizarreness; after all, Bai Yichen was already a grown adult, not some young child, and both were males. No matter how one looked at it, the scene was overly, inappropriately intimate. Yet the bodyguard who had escorted the man in acted as though he saw nothing at all, turning around and walking out with a completely normal expression the moment he dropped him off.

Xu Jiangzhe naturally noticed the person brought inside. Ignoring the wooden, stunned-looking man standing in the living room, he continued his focused, meticulous routine, feeding the remaining porridge spoonful by spoonful. Then, using a pristine white napkin to gently wipe the corners of Bai Yichen's mouth, he introduced him with a smile: "This is Wang Dazhi, the new caregiver I found for you. Whenever I'm not home, just let him handle things if anything comes up."

Pausing for a fraction of a second, Xu Jiangzhe added casually: "Of course, if he doesn't do a good job, just tell me and we'll swap him out."

Those unhurried words carried a heavy, palpable layer of underlying threat to Wang Dazhi standing in the living room, causing him to instinctively snap his posture even straighter.

Wang Dazhi? Bai Yichen cast a curious glance at the man standing awkwardly in the living room, dressed in washed-out, faded clothing and holding himself with immense restraint. Yet, hiring a caregiver was ultimately a positive development for him, so he offered a gentle, welcoming nod.

Catching Bai Yichen's gaze, nobody could possibly know how sharply those eyes—hidden behind a long fringe and a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses—suddenly rippled with emotion.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xu Jiangzhe swept a glance over Wang Dazhi's rigid, ramrod-straight posture, feeling reasonably satisfied with the results of his intimidation tactic. While he had gone to elaborate lengths to secure a leverage point that guaranteed absolute confidentiality, he wasn't foolish enough to sacrifice his primary objective. If this man failed to provide attentive, dedicated care, he would instantly lose any reason to exist.

Having finished disciplining Wang Dazhi, Xu Jiangzhe checked the time and decided it was nearly time to leave, picking up his suit jacket from the side. Before heading out, however, he didn't forget to step over to Bai Yichen and bend down to press a kiss to his lips: "Wait for me to come back."

Receiving zero vocal response from Bai Yichen didn't faze Xu Jiangzhe in the least; he simply brushed a thumb lightly across Bai Yichen's lips and strode out the door.

The moment Xu Jiangzhe departed, a massive, brawny bodyguard marched through the front door, stationing himself in absolute silence. His purpose was transparently clear: to stand guard over both Bai Yichen and the newly hired caregiver, Wang Dazhi. Despite having scrubbed Wang Dazhi's background records thoroughly through repeated background checks, Xu Jiangzhe still wasn't comfortable placing Bai Yichen entirely in the hands of an untested stranger.

Once Xu Jiangzhe left, the villa plunged into an unprecedented, suffocating stillness. After a brief stretch of silence, Bai Yichen lowered his gaze and murmured: "I want to go back to the bedroom."

Hearing Bai Yichen's request, Wang Dazhi—who had been standing nervously in the hall—sprang into action. As the hired caregiver assigned to this specific target, Wang Dazhi had been briefed on the fundamentals. Though Xu Jiangzhe hadn't spilled extraneous details, he had clearly outlined Bai Yichen's medical condition and daily care requirements, meaning Wang Dazhi understood perfectly that Bai Yichen possessed zero mobility to return upstairs on his own.

Wang Dazhi walked up to Bai Yichen. Gazing down at the man seated on the sofa, he held his breath, extended his arms, and bent over to scoop Bai Yichen up into his arms. The microsecond he lifted him off the cushions, a single, piercing thought flashed through his mind: So light...

That shocking feather-light frame triggered a sudden, indescribable wave of aching soreness deep in his chest. Yet, under the heavy, watchful glare of the bodyguard looming in the room, Wang Dazhi snapped back to his professional composure in an instant. Depositing Bai Yichen safely into the nearby wheelchair, he wheeled him toward the elevator with the brawny guard trailing closely behind, ascending to the upper floor.

Throughout the entire day, Wang Dazhi executed his duties with absolute obedience and diligence. Having prior professional caregiving experience, every single movement was fluid and natural, leaving zero room for criticism. More impressively, he maintained strict boundaries, refusing to utter a single inappropriate word to his charge, let alone engage in any idle, superfluous chatter. That disciplined professionalism left Xu Jiangzhe—who was working from his office while keeping the surveillance feeds running continuously on his screen—immensely satisfied.

When Xu Jiangzhe returned that evening, the bodyguard who had shadowed Bai Yichen and Wang Dazhi all day leaned in to whisper a few debriefing remarks into his ear. The satisfaction blooming across Xu Jiangzhe's face deepened further, to the point where his demeanor toward Wang Dazhi softened into a veneer of unaccustomed warmth.

Wang Dazhi wasn't a live-in caregiver; Xu Jiangzhe didn't require him to pull night shifts, allowing him to return home every evening. Given how desolate and isolated the region was, with barely any passing traffic, Xu Jiangzhe even graciously ordered one of the bodyguards to drive him back.

Xu Jiangzhe's shift in attitude toward Wang Dazhi was strikingly transparent, directly influencing the bodyguard who drove him back—whose previously icy, hostile demeanor melted into genuine politeness, even uncharacteristically initiating a few casual conversational remarks along the way.

Once Wang Dazhi departed, Xu Jiangzhe swept Bai Yichen directly into his arms, bowing his head to press a gentle kiss against his temple as he smiled warmly: "Well? Are you satisfied with the new caregiver?"

Seeing Xu Jiangzhe's smug expression, Bai Yichen required zero further explanation: this Wang Dazhi was undoubtedly another operative planted by Xu Jiangzhe. The vague notion Bai Yichen had briefly entertained about probing or leveraging the new caregiver evaporated instantly; anyone who could inspire such supreme, unshakable confidence in Xu Jiangzhe was bound to be impenetrable to outside influence.

Consequently, Bai Yichen maintained absolute caution regarding the newcomer Wang Dazhi, opting purely for passive observation. And Wang Dazhi continued to execute his daily duties with diligent compliance, never asking unauthorized questions or exhibiting any improper curiosity toward the person under his care.

Such faultless behavior rapidly earned Wang Dazhi an even deeper tier of trust from Xu Jiangzhe. Gradually, he began permitting the two men to remain alone together, lifting the strict protocol requiring a bodyguard to hover over them 24/7. After all, sharing the sight of Ziqian's intimate physical form with an extra person grated against his possessive instincts; nevertheless, the moment he had a spare second, he would still whip out his phone to pull up the surveillance streams.

On this particular day—precisely the third day after Xu Jiangzhe withdrew the physical bodyguard surveillance—Wang Dazhi arrived promptly at the scheduled hour beside Bai Yichen's bed, carrying a bottle of massage essential oil.

Seeing the figure appear, Bai Yichen showed no surprise, passively allowing him to pull back the covers, lay out pristine white towels across the mattress, and gently lift his slender legs to rest them atop the linen.