Three Types of Laxatives

The Shi family was hosting this banquet to celebrate Shi Junyi's successful acquisition of a plot of land in Binhai New Area, where they planned to build the city's newest and largest CBD.

They were also celebrating the Shi family's successful application to the government for mining rights to a gemstone mine once again.

"Chen Sheng, elevator entrance and emergency exit. Chris, front entrance. I'll stay by the young master's side," Sang Ye arranged.

"What about me?" Jiang Qiao asked.

Sang Ye looked at him. "Restroom entrance."

Jiang Qiao glanced at the restroom, eight hundred meters away from Shi Junyi, and said unhappily, "What's there to guard at a restroom?"

"If you'd received training, you'd know that restrooms are a high-incidence location for attacks." Sang Ye spoke as if it were only natural, even putting on the air of entrusting Jiang Qiao with an important duty.

Jiang Qiao did not deny it, but he still suspected Sang Ye was taking revenge through official channels.

But Sang Ye had said that during a mission, he called the shots. If Jiang Qiao disobeyed orders, he would be punished when they returned.

Jiang Qiao certainly did not expect Shi Junyi, who had had someone shove his head into a shark tank that very afternoon, to take his side and waive the punishment.

A wise man submitted to circumstances. He pursed his lips and turned toward the restroom entrance.

Fortunately, his eyesight was good. Even from the restroom entrance, he could see Shi Junyi chatting and laughing with the guests.

Talkative, gentlemanly, refined.

He was completely different from the Shi Junyi Jiang Qiao saw in private.

What an act.

Jiang Qiao leaned against the wall at the corner of the restroom corridor. Watching Shi Junyi and Sang Ye, who remained three meters away from him at all times, made him angrier the longer he looked.

He secretly removed his earpiece, curled it in his palm, and waved over a passing waiter.

"Handsome, could I trouble you with a small favor?" he asked politely.

Jiang Qiao was handsome, and when he smiled, a dimple appeared on one cheek. Though he had the air of a frivolous playboy, his friendliness was undeniable.

Besides, the waiter had eyes. He knew Jiang Qiao was a bodyguard for the Shi family.

He nodded. "Please, go ahead."

Jiang Qiao smiled awkwardly. "Um, it's a little embarrassing to say, but could you please buy me some magnesium sulfate from the pharmacy by the entrance?"

The waiter looked puzzled. "Magnesium sulfate?"

Jiang Qiao nodded. "It treats constipation. Put it on my boss's tab."

The waiter understood. "No problem. Please wait a moment."

Five minutes later, the waiter returned with the medicine and handed it to Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao considered it, worried that the medicine would not be strong enough.

So when another waiter passed by, Jiang Qiao used the same trick and asked him to buy senna leaves.

After thinking it over again and again, when a third waiter passed by, Jiang Qiao bought some phenolphthalein tablets as well.

After that, he took a glass of orange juice from a passing serving cart and mixed all three laxatives into it at double the dosage.

During a lull in his conversation, Shi Junyi noticed Jiang Qiao standing far away from him.

He found Jiang Qiao chatting merrily with a wealthy young lady whose name he could not remember.

Shi Junyi watched as Jiang Qiao held orange juice in one hand and, with the other hand circling behind his back, somehow produced a bright red rose and handed it to the young lady before him.

The young lady covered her mouth and giggled shyly.

Always flirting around.

Unfortunately, there were far too many people waiting to curry favor with Shi Junyi. After only a brief glance, he had no choice but to turn his attention back to the guests coming and going.

When Shi Junyi found another moment to look over at Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao had already finished strutting around like a peacock and was standing obediently in the corridor outside the restroom.

Tall, long-legged, serious-faced, and conscientious.

Following Shi Junyi's gaze, Sang Ye swept a glance over Jiang Qiao and asked through the earpiece whether there was anything unusual.

From afar, Jiang Qiao smiled at Sang Ye and answered, "Everything's normal."

"Mr. Sang Ye."

A young lady with exquisite makeup and a rose tucked into her hair called out to Sang Ye from behind.

Sang Ye nodded. "Hello."

The young lady held orange juice in one hand and offered Sang Ye a glass of champagne with the other.

"You're Young Master Shi's right-hand man. I was fortunate enough to meet you once before, but sadly didn't get the chance to speak with you. May I buy you a drink?"

Sang Ye looked at the pretty, glamorous girl before him. He was pleased with himself inside, though none of it showed on his face. He removed his earpiece and said, "Sorry, I can't drink alcohol right now."

The young lady smiled. Having no choice but to take back the champagne, she offered him the orange juice instead. "Then have this."

Holding her champagne, she tapped it against the clear glass of orange juice, then drank her own wine in one gulp.

Beautiful women who were proactive and passionate could always make men lose their heads.

Seeing this, Sang Ye turned back to glance at Shi Junyi, whose back was to him, then accepted the orange juice and drank it.

If he were not on duty, he definitely would have sweet-talked this woman into bed.

He intended to ask for her contact information, but he had not expected to be refused.

"I know the rules for Shi family bodyguards. I don't want to wait for you half a year after another half a year—unless you quit," the young lady joked.

Sang Ye could only let it go. His peripheral vision remained fixed on Shi Junyi, and before Shi Junyi turned around, he ended the heart-stirring flirtation.

What Sang Ye did not see was that not long after the young lady left, she appeared in front of Jiang Qiao again.

"He drank that glass of orange juice. You lost."

Jiang Qiao applauded her. "Miss Luo, your charm is extraordinary."

Miss Luo smiled sweetly. Barely in her twenties, she still carried the faint innocence unique to young girls. "May I have your contact information?"

Jiang Qiao looked helpless. "Sorry, Miss Luo. First, I have to say that you really are beautiful, very captivating, but unfortunately, I recently... just found out that..."

He lowered his eyes, paused, then looked at Miss Luo again with a strained smile. "Maybe one day I'll just..."

Miss Luo froze in shock. After a brief silence, her expression turned regretful. "Then you should take good care of yourself."

Jiang Qiao nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Just as Miss Luo left, Sang Ye's voice came through the earpiece Jiang Qiao had just put back on.

"Jiang Qiao, come here for a moment."

"Hello? Hello, hello? What did you say?"

Jiang Qiao looked at Sang Ye behind Shi Junyi. Sang Ye's face had turned ghastly as he clutched his stomach with one hand, trying to remain composed. Jiang Qiao pretended the signal was bad.

"Come over, Jiang Qiao. Switch posts with me." Sang Ye waved at Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao waved back at Sang Ye. "Brother Ye, what are you saying? Why can't I hear you clearly over here?"

No one could be absent from Shi Junyi's side, and the entrance and elevator were important positions too.

At the moment, Jiang Qiao's post was the only relatively flexible one. If Jiang Qiao did not come over, Sang Ye could not leave.

Just as Sang Ye could no longer endure it and was about to risk punishment to report to Shi Junyi first—

Jiang Qiao suddenly said, "I heard you, I heard you. I'm coming!"

Then he dragged his feet and asked, "Um, Brother Ye, is this just a temporary shift change, or are we switching for the whole night?"

Sang Ye's face turned green. Gritting his teeth, he said, "For the whole night. Hurry up and quit dawdling!"

Jiang Qiao gave an "oh" before finally strolling over to Sang Ye. He said with sincere gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Ye, for giving me this chance to protect the young master at close range!"

Sang Ye could not be bothered to waste words on him. Clutching his stomach, he hurried toward the restroom.

Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes as he watched Sang Ye's retreating back, feeling thoroughly pleased.

Shit yourself to death, you bastard.