Ouyang Xiaoya felt her breathing become a bit hurried.

Gazing at the familiar silhouette of Lin Hai, she however felt an added sense of strangeness.

Especially that scene, where more than fifty people collapsed with a single gesture, deeply imprinted in her heart.

Is this still that good-for-nothing Lin Hai, the one who neglected studies, awaited death, was listless and slovenly, slick-mouthed, and seemingly a wimp?

There was a time, during her schoolgirl days, when she fantasized about having a fiancé with unparalleled combat prowess.

Now, it seems that dream is within reach, already realized.

And Lin Hai, having shaved his beard and combed his hair, she had seen, is not obviously handsome, but throwing on a pair of sunglasses, his figure and aura could absolutely rival those dashing male stars on TV.

Ouyang Xiaoya even thought about whether or not to get Lin Hai a black suit and sunglasses after returning, thus he would truly live up to the name of a super bodyguard.

The value and recognition a man held in a woman's heart, in an instant, soared to a new height.

Lin Hai casually took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, with the poise of a master.

Jiba's mouth could almost be bigger than the size of his buttocks; over fifty people, what on earth did this guy do.

"Jiba, is it?" Lin Hai said with a chuckling gaze towards him.

Clatter—

Jiba knelt down, not because he wanted to, but his innards were too terrified, his calves went soft, and he involuntarily knelt.

"Tsks, I didn't even tell you to kneel, yet you're quite proactive," he said.

Lin Hai chuckled as he walked towards Jiba.

At this moment, Jiba's eyes were filled with intense fear.

"You, don't come over." He cried out in terror repeatedly.

"Weren't you very arrogant just now?" Lin Hai asked.

"I..., don't come over, my cousin is the police station chief, and my uncle is the head of the urban management brigade," Jiba cried out again, frightened into retreating a few steps.

"Tsks, that's actually my line," Lin Hai said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, picking up Ouyang Xiaoya's purse and items.

After all this, Lin Hai's gaze menacingly rested on Jiba.

Scrape scrape scrape—Cold sweat burst forth from Jiba's forehead.

Swallowing his saliva hard, trembling, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I warn you, messing around is against the law."

After saying this, Jiba, still kneeling, moved a few steps backward, his brain still a blank, unable to comprehend why fifty people collapsed in an instant, without any warning.

"Come, let me touch your head," Lin Hai said with a smile.

Jiba was shaking in extreme terror.

Ouyang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes shone even more brilliantly; Lin Hai's performance today was extraordinary.

She discovered that Lin Hai, as he is now, handled enemies with ease and composure; his domineering presence in every movement was stunning to the eye, while his casual laughter was enough to instill fear and trepidation in his enemies, especially from behind, he resembled someone—a Martial God.

If it weren't for the height difference between Lin Hai and the Martial God being too great, Ouyang Xiaoya might have actually believed that Lin Hai was really the Martial God.

"You, I warn you, don't touch my head."

"You talk too much."

Subsequently, a pitiful, shrill scream followed, Jiba's every hair standing on end, his whole person as if severely struck by lightning, his facial color like charcoal, smoke billowing from his mouth, his eyes rolling back, fainting.

"Tsks, alas, it's lonely at the top, the higher you climb the colder it gets, not even a worthy opponent in sight."

Ouyang Xiaoya burst into giggles, "Okay Lin Hai, let's go, it wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

Lin Hai remained unmoved, gazing into the distance.

"Lin Hai, what's wrong with you? Are you alright?"

"Cough cough, miss, please call me Dugu Qiubai," Lin Hai said, full of pretense.

Ouyang Xiaoya's lovely forehead furrowed in annoyance, the dead Beast getting cocky again, calling himself Dugu Qiubai—why not claim to be Dongfang Bubai while you're at it?

"If you're not going to leave on your own, then I'll go ahead. The train ticket is with me anyway, bye-bye."

Having said that, Ouyang Xiaoya swayed her hips, clacked her high heels, and weaved through the collapsed crowd on the ground.

"Nani? CEO, my bad, wait for me, I didn't bring any money."

Lin Hai had a bitter look on his face, didn't he just want to act cool for once, and they wouldn't even give him a chance.

Finally catching up to Ouyang Xiaoya, Lin Hai pitifully said, "Wifey, can't you wait for me?"

"Aren't you a peerless master? Why do you need to take the train?"

"Eh, the fight just now was intense, and I've lost a great deal of Inner Strength, so I can't travel a thousand miles alone," Lin Hai joked.

"I've realized you could star in those old Hong Kong movies."

"Oh? Are you saying I have the potential to play the hero in martial arts dramas? Do you think I should play Yang Guo or Guo Jing... But actually, I think I like Wei Xiaobao more."

Lin Hai chuckled, his shamelessness automatically leveling up.

"I think, for instance, you could be cast as Tian Boguang, Ke Zhen'e from the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, or be the last eunuch in the Inner Palace, and Hai Dafu from Wei Xiaobao and so on. These roles are tailor-made for you, and you'd be on fire if you played them."

Mentioning Hai Dafu, Ouyang Xiaoya keenly caught on to a keyword.

"Lin Hai, how about I start calling you Eunuch Hai from now on?"

After saying that, Ouyang Xiaoya playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Damn it, CEO, I firmly object to that name."

Lin Hai quickly gestured no with his hands and head, resolutely disagreeing.

With his roguish and dashing charm, like a firefly in the darkness, so bright and outstanding, the hesitancy in his eyes, his world-weary smile, his sigh-inducing stubble—how could he fit the absurd image of Hai Dafu as played by Wu Mengda?

Upon entering the train station platform, the train had just arrived.

Today, there seemed to be an exceptionally large number of people taking the train, and as soon as it arrived, the passengers frantically rushed onboard.

Ouyang Xiaoya's high heel twisted, and her body stumbled backward.

"Ah, Eunuch Hai, save me."

Lin Hai hurriedly pushed through the crowd around him to assist the CEO.

Suddenly, a pair of slender, fair hands reached out from the crowd and caught Ouyang Xiaoya.

"It would be a sin if such a beautiful lady were to get hurt," said a handsome young man in flashy clothes, helping Ouyang Xiaoya to her feet.

"Thank you," Ouyang Xiaoya said, nodding politely.

"No problem. By the way, miss, do we know each other? How do you know the nickname I had when I was young?" the young man asked with a smile.

"Your childhood nickname?" The CEO was puzzled.

"Yes, I heard you just now calling out 'Eunuch Hai.'"

"..."

Both Lin Hai and the CEO were speechless.

Such a handsome guy, and his nickname turned out to be Eunuch Hai? His eyes curiously glanced at the man's crotch area—could it actually be empty?

"Uh, I was just joking with my boyfriend," Ouyang Xiaoya explained.

The young man laughed with relief, then suddenly spoke up again, "Miss, let's get acquainted. I'm from Yanjing, Hai Wuyan."

"Hai Wuyan? What a handsome name."