Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 13

Gu Sheng casually picked up the hot coffee on the table, his voice flat and emotionless.

“What.”

He seemed completely unconcerned about what his assistant thought of him, placing his hand on Qian Zhou’s shoulder. Then he lifted his gaze toward the two boxes of snacks on the floor.

“Send them to his room.”

The light-gray thermos in the assistant’s hand almost slipped to the ground. He only knew where Gu Sheng’s room was—he honestly had no idea where the young master’s room was located.

Qian Zhou shifted his shoulder, removing Gu Sheng’s hand.

“I’ll go back and change clothes.”

With a thud, Gu Sheng set the coffee cup down on the table, giving a low grunt of acknowledgment.

“One minute.”

On the second floor, aside from their two rooms, there was also a home theater, a study, and several storage rooms tucked in the far corner.

The assistant followed silently behind Qian Zhou. The wide corridor suddenly felt far too cramped for him. If only he had come later, he wouldn’t have run into such an awkward scene.

“President Gu just now…”

Qian Zhou was still wondering why Gu Sheng had been watching him so closely today. Distracted, he said, “He was just helping me wash my hair.”

The assistant’s movements grew even more stiff. If not for the thermos in his arms, he probably would’ve been walking out of step already.

What kind of normal people squeeze into the same bathroom, with one washing hair and the other showering? Definitely suspicious!

Qian Zhou rubbed his eyes and opened the door to his room.

The assistant set the light-gray thermos on his desk.

Qian Zhou was still holding a carton of milk. He casually set it inside the thermos, intending to heat it up.

The assistant’s eyes widened. He pointed at the thermos and stared at Qian Zhou.

“What is it?” Qian Zhou looked completely puzzled. This assistant was way too jumpy.

“You’re using this kettle to heat milk?” the assistant asked in disbelief.

“Yeah.” Qian Zhou poured some water into it, then pressed the heating option among the many buttons.

The assistant clutched his chest, his face written all over with ‘sacrilege’.

Qian Zhou asked with utmost seriousness, “Is this kettle expensive?”

“Expensive doesn’t even begin to cover it! This is President Gu’s custom tea kettle. Years ago, he paid more than six hundred thousand for a craftsman to design it, made with the best crystal glass material!”

The assistant’s hometown accent burst out as he condemned Qian Zhou’s “abuse” of such a magnificent kettle.

“With the base included, it cost over one million! One million!”

Qian Zhou fell silent. Then he pulled out his milk.

“Let him use it.”

Gu Sheng was standing in the hallway, dressed in black fitted sportswear, glancing down at his watch.

“Your minute is up.”

Qian Zhou hugged the kettle tightly and followed behind Gu Sheng.

After a while, Gu Sheng said, “Get out.”

Qian Zhou was confused, but afraid Gu Sheng would kill him, he obediently headed toward the stairs to “get out.”

“Not you.” Gu Sheng grabbed his arm.

He took the kettle and handed it to the assistant, who quickly returned it to Qian Zhou’s room and then immediately “rolled” downstairs.

Hesitant, Qian Zhou spoke up: “Maybe you should take the kettle back… it’s too expensive. What if I accidentally break it?”

“It’s just a kettle,” Gu Sheng said indifferently.

“Oh.”

Qian Zhou followed Gu Sheng into the gym. It was bigger than he’d expected. The most eye-catching equipment was the treadmill and the power rack. Beside the water dispenser was a folding chair, which looked out of place, like it had just been set there.

Qian Zhou sat down on the chair, leaning back against the soft cushion, comfortably watching Gu Sheng.

And soon, he became acutely aware of just how good Gu Sheng’s body was.

A powerful male physique, brimming with vigor and just a touch of sensuality. His muscles were sharply defined, his shoulders broad, his waist narrow—utterly perfect.

Gu Sheng could seduce anyone he wanted.

That’s what Qian Zhou thought.

Forcing himself to look away, he wandered around the gym. Gu Sheng didn’t order him to do anything, nor did he care what equipment Qian Zhou touched. In fact, ever since they entered the gym, Gu Sheng barely looked at him.

Whenever Qian Zhou glanced back, Gu Sheng was always focused—working his waist, or training his back.

Within certain boundaries, Qian Zhou was absolutely free. Just like how Gu Sheng tolerated him slurping instant noodles and cracking seeds in his office.

Qian Zhou gazed out the window at the rows of plane trees, opening the window to let the afternoon breeze in.

It felt like his world kept shrinking.

Once, he had the entire villa. Later, just the office. Now, only whatever was within Gu Sheng’s line of sight.

【Qian Zhou: What’s the favorability now?】

052 checked the panel, then looked utterly horrified.

【System 052: How did it get to 44?!】

Qian Zhou had expected it to rise, just not by that much.

【Qian Zhou: Check the logs. When did it go up? Why aren’t there any notification sounds anymore?】

【System 052: When you acted spoiled in the car. When you carried the medicine box to him. And…】

【Qian Zhou: And what?】

【System 052: When you cried.】

【Qian Zhou: …】

That counted as pleasure points too?

Also—when had he ever acted spoiled in the car? All he did was ask Gu Sheng to turn off the AC.

Qian Zhou sat down on a bench cushioned with memory foam, keeping his distance from the rack of dumbbells.

Two hours later, Gu Sheng woke the dozing Qian Zhou, who had collapsed on a machine.

He went to the kitchen and boiled a few cobs of corn. Soon, the bubbling water stilled, leaving steaming hot, sweet corn piled on a plate.

Very healthy. Very disciplined.

Qian Zhou only managed half a cob before giving up.

“I want to go back to my room.”

“You can. But move your snacks out.”

“Why?!” Qian Zhou suddenly raised his voice, as if gaining some courage.

Gu Sheng pushed the plate toward him. “If you don’t move them, finish the rest.”

Qian Zhou looked at the half-eaten corn still on his plate.

“Then you can’t lock me in for a whole week.”

Gu Sheng propped his chin on his hand, expressionless, ignoring him completely.

“Then if you won’t eat, go hungry.”

For some reason, this time Gu Sheng refused to budge.

So Qian Zhou actually went hungry all night. And all his snacks were confiscated by Gu Sheng.

The next morning, the housekeeper prepared a full table of Chinese breakfast.

It smelled amazing.

Clearly, 44 favorability points weren’t enough to make Gu Sheng feel sorry for him.

Qian Zhou tearfully confirmed this fact.

Over the following days, Gu Sheng worked in the study, while Qian Zhou spent most of his time there too—like some desk pet.

【Qian Zhou: He’s treating me like a puppy.】

【System 052: This time, I admit you’re right.】

【Qian Zhou: I’m so bored. Play me an audio novel. Make it smutty.】

【System 052: Hehehe, sure.】

That night, as usual, Qian Zhou had dozed off sprawled across the sofa.

Gu Sheng woke him.

“Go change your clothes. Tonight I’m taking you out.”

Half-asleep, Qian Zhou mumbled, “Where? I don’t want to go to some boring party.”

“Mm.”

Gu Sheng pulled him up from the sofa.

“Tonight, I’m taking you to Venus.”