Cutie Delivered, Please Sign for it-Chapter 869 - 866: Wanting to Become Her Protector
Yan Bo felt the overwhelming admiration coming from her, and the heart wounded by Di Xuโs recent actions finally felt a little relief. He asked her very eagerly.
"You want to learn? I can teach you, but I definitely canโt teach as well as a professional teacher." ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐๐ข
Yan Boโs words were obviously modest.
Because Tong Xiaohuaโs professional accounting teacher wasnโt as clear and coherent in explanations as he was!
"Maybe later, Iโm really too busy right now."
Yan Bo felt even more comfortable and reassured by her words.
By saying "later," it indicated that she had already accepted the idea of a long-term relationship with him, even if it was just as friends, it was a nice progression.
And her saying she was too busy was indeed the truth.
From what he understood, he genuinely felt sorry for her.
An eighteen-year-old girl leading almost a superhuman life.
"Xiao Hua, is it very hard for you?"
Outsiders probably all think that Mr. Tong, her father, left this Miss of the Tong Family a fortune that she could never spend and envy-inducing power - though not the kind you show off in public, but enough to make many insignificant people jealous.
However, probably no one considers that, beyond the inexhaustible money and power, thereโs also a burden that is suffocatingly heavy.
In this respect, Yan Bo felt that he and Tong Xiaohua were quite similar.
Even though they were born into families at opposite ends of the spectrum, they shared the exact same concept of familial legacy.
The difference was, he was lucky that because of his elder brotherโs willingness to take on the burden, he could escape the prescribed growth trajectory of his family.
She, clearly, wasnโt as fortunate; therefore, she had to live a life even more exhausting than that of a man in his thirties, even though she was only eighteen.
Tong Xiaohuaโs gaze shifted from the bookshelf, fixed on him for several seconds, and then, she shook her head with a smile.
"No, I think itโs quite good!"
After all, when youโre born, there are some things you can neither change nor escape.
Tong Xiaohua, having realized this early on, didnโt so much resign to her life as she made the best of a tough situation.
Of course, she knew that Fei Gang and his minions spared no effort in tripping her up and posing problems, but she still had to grit her teeth and tolerate their provocations, time and again.
Because her wings werenโt yet strong, the manpower she could truly rally accounted for only a part of the Tong Familyโs influence.
Uncle Ming once complained in front of her that her father had left her a mess.
But she didnโt see it that way.
What her dad left her was naturally a good stand.
But it was a good stand under his management, where both brothers and rules worked and lived according to his habits.
Taking over this stand from him, to make those brothers and rules exist in her way wasnโt out of the question. The premise was, she had to be strong enough.
This world has always been ruled by the strong.
As long as you are strong enough, you can make those weaker than you adhere to your rules and ways.
So, she really had nothing to complain about.
All she could do, apart from battling wits and courage with them over and over, was most importantly, to make herself stronger.
This strength was her own, not the kind leaning on her dad or Uncle Ming.
During those sleepless nights, she repeatedly pondered, just what kind of magic did Yan Bo possess, to appear in her life for less than a month, having met only a few times, yet capable of making her so anxiously want to flee, and yet, irresistibly yearning to draw near.
In the end, she finally understood.
Even if one discounted the mischief of male and female hormones, encountering someone like Yan Bo, she likely, would still end up in the same predicament.
That was the natural reaction of the weak when facing the strong, the desire to approach out of admiration, the urge to retreat due to inferiority...
Or perhaps, there were more things she hadnโt fully grasped, but the most important, it was still this.
That is, Yan Boโs innate strength as a born leader held a lethal allure to her, the weaker one.
To her at this moment, Yan Bo was like a lighthouse, whom she wanted to escape from, but couldnโt bear to, and lacked the ability to do so.
"Yan Bo, in the future, please take good care of me!"
No matter how far her relationship with Yan Bo might go, she hoped, at least, to bask in his glow and become stronger herself.
Yan Bo looked at the hand suddenly extended in front of him and without hesitation, reached out and grasped hers firmly.
This was the second time he had touched her skin, the first being a brief congratulatory handshake.
Back then, he felt nothing but nervous excitement, and of course, in the eyes of others, he still appeared as the same gentle and handsome figure.
This second handshake still held nervous excitement, and then, added a hint of flirtatiousness and affection.
Although, holding a girlโs hand without letting go was a bit rude.
But he just couldnโt bear to let go immediately. His fingertips pretended to accidentally circle quickly on her palm, to his surprise, but seemingly within anticipation, her palm was not the softness of a blooming young girl, but rather, a bit rougher than his.
Many parts of her fingers and palm could feel a thick layer of calluses.
If he wasnโt mistaken, these should be the calluses left from her shooting practice.
His heart surged with emotions, and his feelings of tenderness and sympathy for her poured out in waves.
"Xiao Hua, my offer still stands, if you need any help, just ask," he said.
In the past, when seeing the saying "even heroes find it hard to overcome the allure of a beautiful woman," he always dismissed it.
Of course, she was the beauty and he was no hero, but he now felt a deep resonance with that phrase.
Apparently, there really was such a person who could disarm you completely, whose every frown, smile, word, and deed could tug effortlessly at your heartstrings.
He couldnโt bear to see her suffer, to see her unhappy, to let her be bullied...
So he wanted to become her protector.
He wanted to bear all her sorrows so she could live comfortably and at ease.
He wanted to tell her thousands of jokes to make her laugh, so she could always be as happy as a child.
He wanted to be her protector, allowing her to live peacefully in her own piece of quiet land, the life she desired.
Tong Xiaohua was unaware of the depth of Yan Boโs feelings for her at this moment; she just felt that his gaze was so deep that she almost couldnโt extricate herself.
And his tone was as reassuring as when she was with her dad.
As for his large, warm, and strong hand holding hers, even though she realized that this handshake was a bit too long, she couldnโt bear to shake him off.
Entangled and occupied by a mixture of emotions such as bashfulness and attachment at the bottom of her heart, she simply looked at him foolishly, without a response, and without any further action.
