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Unlike Gao Sheng, Feng Chaoying, although coming from a distinguished family background, has reached his current position solely based on his own abilities and real-life experiences.

In the industry, Feng Zhaoying has always been known as the "Cold-faced Yama," capable of taking down gods and even Buddhas. Over the years, no matter what kind of opponents he faced, he defeated them with an extremely tough attitude, adding a new achievement to his record of invincibility.

A person like this, who values their own time as more precious than anything else, rarely attends high-rise parties. Each time they come, it is always under the coercion of Gao Sheng.

This time, Feng Chaoying devoted exceptional attention and time to Cheng Qingzhou, which was indeed extraordinary.

He took Gaosheng and got him into his car, then drove towards Gaosheng's house with Gaosheng's driver following behind.

On the way, Cheng Qingzhou's face appeared several times in his mind.

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, he furrowed his brows. He was somewhat puzzled whether it was because he had been suppressing himself for too long recently, which led to an irresistible impulse after seeing Cheng Qingzhou, causing him to unconsciously abandon some principles.

Cheng Qingzhou is very young with bright eyes. When asked for compensation, he had a face of taking it for granted. This kind of personality can't be said to be bad, but it's too extroverted and clearly the type with a lot of courage. Feng Chaoying was somewhat surprised, after all, his ideal type is a quiet and gentle young man.

With various thoughts lingering in her mind, Feng Chaoying personally escorted Gao Sheng back home, accompanying him right to his doorstep.

When he was 22 years old, Gao Sheng moved out of his family's house and settled in the bustling city center. He bought a small villa with a small courtyard, a luxury that many white-collar workers could only dream of in a place where spacious office desks were impossible to obtain. In fact, Feng Chaoying really liked Gao Sheng's little courtyard. Unlike Gao Sheng's usual image of hanging out, this villa's courtyard was filled with many flowers and plants, resembling a small oasis in the bustling city. It was serene and comfortable. When Feng Chaoying wasn't too busy with work, she would occasionally come here to read. Sitting on the wicker chair in the courtyard, surrounded by green vines, the walls outside were tall buildings and a constant stream of traffic. These sounds were blocked by the walls, becoming distant and faint, not forming into noise, but instead contrasting with the tranquility of the courtyard.

The driver supported Gao Sheng on one side and walked to the entrance with Feng Chao Ying. He opened the door.

Feng Chaoying stood outside the door without entering and said, "He drank quite a bit today. Take care of him, and if he feels uncomfortable, remember to give him some medicine. If things get really bad, take him to the hospital."

"Mmm." The driver, Jiang Bolan, nodded as Gao Sheng's instructions.

Feng Chaoying turned around and left.

Jiang Bolan supported Gaosheng and walked into the house. Fortunately, Gaosheng did not have a habit of going crazy after drinking alcohol, so he didn't cause any trouble.

Jiang Bolan is thirty years old this year. After retiring from the military at the age of twenty-five, he has been working as a successful driver and bodyguard. The Gao family pays him a high salary, and since his parents passed away and he has no relatives to support, he leads a comfortable life on his own. In the five years of his work, he hasn't felt tired. Besides his love for leisure, Gao Sheng doesn't have any bad habits. If we must point out something negative, it would be that Gao Sheng often plays until the early hours of the morning, and he often waits until that time to do anything.

Unlike Gao Sheng, Jiang Bolan came from a poor family, which is why he joined the military in the first place. During his time in the army, he worked hard to advance, but his straightforward nature led him to offend his superiors, cutting off his path to remain in the military. When Gao Sheng interviewed him, it wasn't very formal; they met at a nightclub. Jiang Bolan never went to places like this, partly because of his personality and partly because he couldn't afford to spend money in such places. Spending hundreds or thousands of dollars in one night was unimaginable to him in his worldview.

That day, Gaosheng sat on the sofa with a group of men and women sitting next to him, who were either rich or influential. Laughter filled the air.

Jiang Bolan found him, his tall and silent face was somewhat obscure under the illumination of nightclub lights.

Gao Sheng looked up at him and asked, "I'll give you ten million. Will you sell me your next ten years? Yes or no?"

Jiang Bolan's face immediately turned unsightly. He knew that in the eyes of these rich young masters, people like him were considered nothing. Being trampled upon, his self-esteem couldn't help but ignite with anger.

"Not for sale."

He turned around to leave, but suddenly a hand grabbed onto his wrist. Jiang Bolan rarely had physical contact with others, so he was startled and quickly turned around to shake off that hand.

Gaosheng casually retracted his hand, giving a faint smile. "Very well, you've passed the interview. You will be my driver and bodyguard with a monthly salary of 20,000. After you return, I will have someone send you the contract. You'll start working from tomorrow onwards, with no days off throughout the year. If you need to take leave, please notify me three days in advance."

Gao Sheng is a true prodigal son. He doesn't know how to do anything and relies on his family to support him while he idles away his days. Even at twenty-eight years old, he still remains naively innocent like a child.

Jiang Bolan carried Gaosheng on his back and climbed up the stairs to the second-floor bedroom. He gently placed him on the bed and, as usual, helped him take off his shoes and socks, untied his belt, and removed the rest of his clothes, replacing them with pajamas. If he didn't change into pajamas, Gaosheng would wake up halfway through the night because he felt uncomfortable. After skillfully completing all of this, he was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, as if it were a scene from five years ago, a hand suddenly grabbed him.

Jiang Bolan halted his steps and turned his head.

With his eyes closed, Gaosheng rolled over in bed. Originally, only one hand was holding onto his wrist, but now the other hand reached out as well.

"Ah Jiang, come up to bed and sleep with me."

He muttered to himself.