Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1074: 1049: Be My Personal Bodyguard

Ye Chen inquired in a puzzled tone, “What seems to be the problem?”

Had it been any other man, Song Simeng’s request would have been met with an immediate, doting acceptance. However, Ye Chen had already encountered far too many beauties in his time. Although Song Simeng possessed an undeniable and extreme beauty, Ye Chen’s life was constantly surrounded by such women. Furthermore, lacking any deep familiarity with Song Simeng, he was curious to hear the specifics of her request.

A blush crept onto Song Simeng’s cheeks as she confessed, “I would like to request that you become my personal bodyguard.” She nibbled her lip, a gesture that only magnified her allure. After all, the prospect of serving as Song Simeng’s bodyguard was the secret fantasy of many men. To exist under the same roof, to trail behind her constantly—was it even possible?

Ye Chen was struck dumb for a moment, having never anticipated that she would ask him to take on such a role. Being the bodyguard for this female CEO certainly had its appeal, particularly the chance to remain in close proximity to such a stunning woman. Additionally, for a woman to make such a bold request, there had to be a pressing reason; after all, bringing a bodyguard into one’s life is akin to placing one’s entire security in his hands. It stood to reason that some menacing adversary was actively hunting Song Simeng. Recalling the recent assassination attempt, Ye Chen began to piece the puzzle together.

Gauging Ye Chen’s reaction, Song Simeng realized he had reached the same conclusion. “I have been the target of a constant pursuit lately,” she admitted, remnants of fear still etched in her voice. “If you hadn’t intervened to save me that day, I surely would have perished. Since then, multiple ‘accidents’ have occurred, though I have been fortunate enough to evade them.” Her complexion turned visibly pale as she recounted the events. “My vehicle suddenly lost all steering on the highway, resulting in a collision with a large truck, yet by some miracle, I was not inside. My coffee was even found to be poisoned. Had I not reached for an entirely different file that day, I would have likely met my end.”

Discussing these ordeals, Song Simeng looked deathly pale. Regardless of her status as an executive, she was a woman feeling utterly defenseless against such a shadow. Ye Chen frowned as he listened. He hadn’t realized the situation had escalated to such a dire level. It was clear that her opponent had employed seasoned, professional assassins. Should that be the case, Song Simeng was in grave danger. These incidents were clearly not mere coincidences, but rather calculated maneuvers by her unseen enemy.

“Who exactly have you managed to offend?” Ye Chen asked with genuine curiosity. Song Simeng sighed, knitting her brows as she pondered the question. The truth was, she was equally mystified as to who might want her life. “I do not know who is behind this,” she admitted. “However, I suspect my business rivals. We recently developed a new line of cosmetics, and the moment it launched, it drew too much attention. Our product disrupted the industry-wide monopoly held by other companies because it was both cost-effective and highly popular, generating nearly ten billion in revenue within the first half of the year. Many firms attempted to force their way into a collaboration, demanding access to our proprietary formula, but I refused them all. I presume these competitors want to eliminate me to seize the recipe for themselves.”

Ye Chen inhaled sharply. This theory seemed highly probable. In the world of business, your competitors are your enemies; when they witness your success, jealousy often fuels acts of malice. Human greed is insatiable; when billions are on the line, hiring assassins to dispose of a rival is hardly shocking. “By the way,” Ye Chen asked, “did you not face an assassination attempt recently?” “True,” she replied. “The final group of attackers was apprehended by the authorities, though I heard several of them bit down on hidden capsules of poison in their molars and died instantly.”

Frowning once more, Ye Chen noted the significance of this. Choosing suicide over failure indicated these assassins hailed from a background that was far from ordinary. It was clear her adversary had spared no expense. “Ye Chen, this is precisely why I am pleading for your help.” Song Simeng reached out to hold his hand, her gesture surprisingly seductive. She was genuinely terrified, and her need for his protection was palpable. Ye Chen’s combat prowess was unparalleled; she knew he could handle these assassins with ease. While she had hired other guards, their skills were laughable compared to his. Moreover, Ye Chen carried a natural charm that made her heart race—something she had never experienced. She had historically hired female guards to maintain boundaries, but Ye Chen was different. Being near him, she felt an overwhelming sense of safety and even the fantasy that they might eventually become a couple. As these thoughts crossed her mind, her face burned with a deep scarlet flush. Even though she appeared like a vulnerable young girl rather than a domineering CEO, Ye Chen remained unmoved.

He still had his delivery quotas to meet; he simply lacked the time. “President Song, I must apologize, but I truly don’t have the time,” he said, sounding genuinely helpless. “I have takeout deliveries to complete every single day. I cannot possibly function as a full-time bodyguard.”

Song Simeng stared at him, stunned. She had never imagined he would refuse for such an mundane reason. How much money could one possibly earn delivering food? Yet, she managed to calm her beating heart. If his hesitation was due to financial necessity, that was easily resolved. “Ye Chen, you are incredibly talented—why settle for delivering food?” Ye Chen chuckled in response, “Delivering food is my occupation, and I take pride in it.” He omitted the fact that his deliveries were his primary means of accessing Worldwide Delivery orders. Consequently, he had no time to spare for round-the-clock protection duties. How could he maintain his schedule if he were tied to her side for twenty-four hours?

Song Simeng gritted her teeth in frustration. “Ye Chen, if you are willing to accept the role, I will provide an annual salary of five billion.” The sheer magnitude of the offer rendered Ye Chen speechless. He had never expected that, just to secure his services, this woman would toss out such an astronomical figure. An annual salary of five billion was absurd. He stared at her, stunned, while she met his gaze with unwavering, expectant determination. Every other bystander in the room was left absolutely dumbfounded. A five-billion-dollar salary, combined with being the personal shadow of such a stunning woman? Surely, no man could justify walking away from that. Every man in view looked at him with smoldering eyes, filled with envy, jealousy, and bitterness. Song Simeng watched him intensely, ready to transfer the funds the moment he agreed. After all, she was beautiful, and the pay was legendary—what man could possibly decline?