Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Which document is real?

Setting the data aside, Xiahou Shang took out his phone from his suit pocket. After a brief hesitation, he opened Xu Xingguang’s WeChat account and asked her: [Xingguang, do you have any photos of your senior from when she was a teenager?]

Upon receiving the message, Xu Xingguang was eating stir-fried chestnuts.

Ye Mingluo had personally picked them from Cangshan and just roasted them; they smelled amazing. Xu Xingguang, biting into a chestnut still in its shell, sat on a wooden bench in the courtyard and replied to Xiahou Shang: [Photos of my senior? No, the first time my mom and I saw her was when she came to Yujiang City for university.]

After receiving the reply, Xiahou Shang put down his phone with a heavy heart and took off his glasses once again.

He leaned against his office chair, with sweet memories repeatedly playing in his mind of meeting Zhang Zhiyi to falling in love and getting married. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed because Zhang Zhiyi, whom he knew, was too perfect.

After the death of her parents, her life seemed like the narrative of a strong female protagonist in a feel-good story, aided by a mentor to enter school, she worked hard to get into the International Languages Department at Yujiang University. Upon graduation, she immediately joined the City Lord Mansion in Yujiang City as a translator, and later smoothly advanced to the Alliance Headquarters.

Now, she is the chief translator for the presidential decrees.

Whenever someone mentions Zhang Zhiyi, it’s always with envy and admiration.

What’s more important is that in life, Zhang Zhiyi hardly ever argued with him. She was very adept at controlling her emotions, and even when facing difficulties from the Xiahou Family, she stayed composed and calm.

In earlier years, when his mother ridiculed her with sarcastic remarks, she didn’t feel saddened by it. Instead, she comforted Xiahou Shang to understand his mother.

Xiahou Shang was also proud of marrying such a perfect and outstanding wife.

Xiahou Shang had never doubted Zhang Zhiyi’s background.

Therefore, when he saw Zhang Zhiyi’s name on this document, his first reaction was surprise, thinking it was merely someone else with the same name as his beloved.

But now, with the document right there, he couldn’t pretend not to see it.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Shang sent Zhang Zhiyi a text message asking when she was free so they could have dinner together.

When the message arrived, Zhang Zhiyi had just landed in Yujiang City from a flight from Capital City.

She told Xiahou Shang: [Then let’s meet tonight.]

[You’re back?]

[I just got off the plane, haven’t left the airport yet. What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll prepare the ingredients in advance, and we can cook together.]

Xiahou Shang picked a few of his favorite dishes.

All afternoon, Xiahou Shang was somewhat restless, even getting distracted repeatedly during meetings.

As soon as it was off-work time, Xiahou Shang eagerly packed up, wanting to rush back home.

”Lord City Lord, are you leaving early today?” You Jiaoyang had just packed up and was ready to leave as well.

The work at the City Lord Mansion was manageable; as long as tasks were completed on time, one could leave work on time. In Yujiang City’s City Lord Mansion, those who frequently worked overtime were often considered incompetent.

Being able to leave work on time was a mark of pride.

Of course, the busy Xiahou Shang was the only exception.

”Yes.”

Xiahou Shang paused and waited for You Jiaoyang to catch up before leading him slightly to the parking area.

At the parking area, You Jiaoyang mounted an electric scooter, while Xiahou Shang’s driver respectfully stood by his car.

Staring at the scooter under You Jiaoyang, Xiahou Shang curiously asked, ”She... just gave you this vehicle?” He was somewhat surprised, given that the standard for being kept was at least a luxury car.

The men around Xiahou Shang were earnest and ambitious elites, but his brother Xiahou Jin was a playboy. Xiahou Jin kept gorgeous female celebrities, dazzling and elegant, maintaining them was a costly affair.

You Jiaoyang inserted the key into the scooter’s ignition, saying, ”I choose sponsors, not vehicles.”

Xiahou Shang: ”...”

He was genuinely taken aback by his subordinate.

Returning to the love nest he shared with Zhang Zhiyi, Xiahou Shang had just placed his briefcase on the entrance cabinet when he heard Zhang Zhiyi’s footsteps. He handed her the bouquet of lilies he had been hiding, ”The flowers at the shop looked nice, so I bought them for you.”

Having just finished her shower, Zhang Zhiyi wore a glossy amber nightgown. She may not have had Xu Xingguang’s flawless looks, but her tall, well-proportioned figure and fair complexion, combined with mature elegance over the years, exuded a unique feminine charm.