Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 11

Inside the monitoring room, someone slammed the desk.

“Found them! In the freezer—hurry! Go open the door!”

They were terrified that if they delayed even a moment, those two ancestors would meet with disaster.

In the back kitchen, the staff stood in a nervous line, being scolded one by one by the head chef.

“Don’t you people check before closing the door?!”

“Two living, breathing people inside and you didn’t notice—brains like eggs on a nose, pure pig brains!”

Spit flew like a fountain, dousing the staff into silence.

When he turned around, the head chef put on a different face, smiling obsequiously as he poured two cups of hot water for the “ancestors.”

“Here, drink some to warm yourselves up. I already scolded them, don’t be angry…”

He stepped aside, still smiling, to let the medics in.

Qian Zhou actually thought all this was unnecessary.

He held an electronic thermometer in his mouth while they strapped a bl00d pressure cuff around his arm.

The kitchen was especially crowded. The head chef’s eyes darted about before he shuffled over to Qian Zhou, speaking in a thick Beijing accent.

“Aiyo, who could’ve guessed Young Master would be interested in the freezer? It’s my people’s fault.”

“Please don’t hold it against us. Next time—”

He laid it on thick with flattery, all just to persuade him not to get angry or fire anyone.

“This has nothing to do with you guys. You—move aside.”

Qian Zhou pushed past the chef’s round frame with some effort to check on Jiang En.

Jiang En sat listlessly on a stool. “…Not a headache, just a little dizzy.”

The medic nodded and glanced at the thermometer.

“Low fever. If that’s the case—”

But the medic’s words were cut short.

An assistant rushed in, panting heavily as he leaned against the counter.

“Mr. Jiang… and Mr. Gu… they’re fighting!”

“What?!” Jiang En bolted upright like a corpse come back to life.

He grabbed Qian Zhou and ran, tears and snot streaming.

“Wuuu… stinky pig’s feet, don’t hurt my Uncle Gu!”

The two took the elevator up to the top floor. As soon as the doors opened halfway, Jiang En shot out.

Qian Zhou followed close behind and stopped at the office doorway.

Inside, the sickening sound of fists meeting flesh rang out.

Gu Sheng had Jiang Huachen pinned on the desk, smashing a vase into pieces.

He held a jagged shard of glass to Jiang Huachen’s eye.

“You really think I don’t dare lay a hand on you? I have a thousand, ten thousand ways to make you disappear…”

Jiang Huachen rammed him hard with an elbow and broke free of his hold.

“You think this is a novel? This is a law-governed society—I’ll make sure you rot in prison!”

He kicked hard at Gu Sheng’s knee.

Gu Sheng hooked a steel pipe from the floor with his foot and swung it back fiercely. “Try me!”

Their blows were ruthless, meant to cripple.

Then Jiang Huachen caught sight of Jiang En.

His voice dropped to a growl, teeth clenched.

“I warned you to stay away from my little brother. He might be a fool, but his big brother isn’t some pushover!”

His floral shirt was torn, sunglasses shattered under Gu Sheng’s boot.

A bruise stood out near the corner of his foxlike eyes, and marks ran down his neck.

Jiang En froze in the doorway, staring at Gu Sheng’s vicious expression in disbelief.

This was nothing like the Uncle Gu he remembered.

It felt like something inside him shattered. He opened his mouth—only to find his throat too hoarse to speak.

Gu Sheng, chest heaving, tossed the steel pipe aside.

He waved toward the doorway with his palm facing inward.

“Come here.”

Qian Zhou had just stepped forward when Jiang En grabbed his wrist, clinging instinctively for safety.

“…Don’t go.”

Gu Sheng swept him a cold look, striding toward the door.

Qian Zhou felt Jiang En’s fingers trembling.

Facing this Gu Sheng, Jiang En was terrified.

Not only had his image of him collapsed—he realized all of that past gentleness had been nothing but lies.

Gu Sheng stopped right in front of him, and Jiang En nearly forgot how to breathe.

He tried to speak, “Uncle Gu—”

But Gu Sheng seized Qian Zhou’s arm without sparing him a glance.

Jiang En’s hand was left empty as Qian Zhou was dragged away.

Gu Sheng didn’t look back as he left, his voice flat:

“Jiang Huachen, take your man and get out.”

The office fell into dead silence. Outside, the sunlight dimmed under heavy clouds.

Rain began to patter down.

Jiang Huachen crouched in front of Jiang En and gently wiped his tears with the back of his clean hand.

He sighed softly.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.”

He led Jiang En past shards of glass.

Meanwhile, the assistant brought in security to clean up. His face was expressionless as he said to Jiang Huachen:

“You forced entry into our company and inflicted serious bodily harm on Mr. Gu.”

“Our legal department will be filing a lawsuit. You’ll receive the lawyer’s letter within three days.”

The assistant tossed the steel pipe from the floor at his feet.

“At that time, please… bring yourself and your steel pipe to court.”

Jiang Huachen remembered his earlier words about “law-governed society” and almost found it funny.

He smoothed his hair, face calm.

“Got it. Nagging.”

“…,” the assistant strained to maintain his smile.

“Our legal team is very strong,” he added.

Jiang Huachen just waved a hand and stepped into the elevator.

In the underground parking lot, a black Maybach started up slowly.

Gu Sheng sat in the driver’s seat; Qian Zhou had been shoved into the back.

He hunched against the window, doing his best to shrink his presence.

【Qian Zhou: I’m doomed, he’s going to drag me back and kill me…】

【System 052: Honestly, I’m nervous too. Maybe you should try to soothe him】

【Qian Zhou: How?! It’s indirectly my fault Jiang Huachen came】

【System 052: If you die, remember—pain shielding doesn’t apply】

【Qian Zhou: …wuwuwu】

Still chilled from the freezer, Qian Zhou sneezed twice.

Gu Sheng glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

His cold eyes still carried a violent edge, as if he could tear someone apart.

Qian Zhou edged closer to the middle seat, nearer to him, and finally broke the silence.

“Gu Sheng, I’m cold…”

He tugged lightly at Gu Sheng’s sleeve. “Can you turn the AC off?”

Gu Sheng shut it off and said flatly: “You’re not stepping outside for a whole week.”

“Because of Jiang Huachen?” Qian Zhou asked timidly.

Gu Sheng shot him a glare so sharp it made him fall silent instantly.

After a moment, he added:

“You think Jiang Huachen is some decent guy? From now on, don’t have anything to do with him.”

When they reached the villa, Gu Sheng parked the car in the garage.

Qian Zhou followed close behind, wracking his brain for how to coax him—after all, dying without pain shielding would hurt.

Gu Sheng went straight upstairs.

Qian Zhou flicked on the living room chandelier, and a thought struck him.

He dug out the medicine box from under the coffee table and carried it up to Gu Sheng’s room.

The door was tightly shut. Qian Zhou knocked twice.

No response. He pressed his ear closer—

And without warning, the door opened.

He stumbled forward, colliding straight into Gu Sheng’s bare torso.

A broad plane of muscle filled his vision; Gu Sheng had taken off his shirt, apparently ready to shower.

Qian Zhou squeezed through the door crack into the room.

Wherever Gu Sheng moved, he followed a step.

A large hand seized both his wrists. Gu Sheng sat on the bed, legs spread, pulling him right between them.

“You come offering yourself—what exactly are you trying to do?”

Qian Zhou’s expression was stiff. “N-Nothing.”

Gu Sheng’s gaze dropped to the medicine box in his hands.

“I’ll give you one more chance.”

Qian Zhou fiddled with the handle and whispered:

“I was afraid you’d be angry.”

“And I wanted… to help you apply medicine.”