Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 15

Cheng Xiao slung an arm around Qian Zhou’s shoulders, smoothly guiding him around the surveillance cameras.

They slipped back into the Alphabet Hall through a more hidden back door.

“Why are we avoiding the cameras?”

Because of Gu Sheng, Qian Zhou was now very sensitive to anything involving surveillance.

Cheng Xiao shrugged. “Skipping the entry fee.”

Judging by the way the bartenders treated Cheng Xiao, his status here was clearly not low.

Qian Zhou couldn’t figure out why Cheng Xiao had lied to him.

“You’re wearing Gu Sheng’s clothes, right?” Cheng Xiao looked him over from head to toe.

He handed over a black lace jacket. “Put this on. Don’t wear his clothes—Gu Sheng’s eyes are sharp.”

Qian Zhou did as told, took off the clothes, and set them on a rack backstage.

“Don’t forget to bring me back here to get them.”

“Gu Sheng won’t miss one shirt,” Cheng Xiao said.

Qian Zhou grabbed his arm. “No, if he notices, he’ll scold me.”

Cheng Xiao found this adorable and ruffled Qian Zhou’s hair roughly.

“Got it.”

They slipped out from the side of the stage. Everyone was focused on the performance up front, so nobody noticed the two of them.

Qian Zhou’s seat was near the speakers, and the music pounded against his eardrums painfully.

He covered his ears and followed Cheng Xiao.

They stuck to the edges and made their way to an empty booth in the distance.

Cheng Xiao somehow procured two bottles of cola, their glass covered in frost.

“Not much fun at the start. The main act comes later.”

On stage, a few scantily clad men and women twisted their bodies to the beat.

Each had long eyeliner drawn out at the corners of their eyes, their movements exaggerated.

“Like snakes.”

Cheng Xiao raised a brow. “The theme is snakes.”

Qian Zhou didn’t find it very entertaining. Still, this level he could handle.

The hall was pitch dark, the only light coming from the stage.

Qian Zhou’s eyes scanned through the shadows and landed on a tall, striking silhouette.

Out of all the people here, he could instantly tell which one was Gu Sheng.

His superior shoulder-to-waist ratio, that languid posture—he stood out effortlessly.

Gu Sheng held a wine glass, his expression listless as he faced the stage.

Behind him, a fat blond man was talking, and Gu Sheng responded only occasionally.

But Qian Zhou could see it.

Gu Sheng wasn’t watching the stage—he was watching the people in front of it.

Following his gaze, Qian Zhou nearly gagged. A number of people were actually reaching their hands down below!

Cheng Xiao wasn’t surprised by such a sight.

Instead, he found it far more interesting to watch Qian Zhou’s reaction.

Seeing the disgust on his face, he burst into laughter.

“Now you know why Gu Sheng wanted you out of here?”

Qian Zhou turned his head away, refusing to even look at the performance anymore.

Cheng Xiao half-knelt on the booth seat, resting his chin in his hand beside Qian Zhou.

“What’s your relationship with Gu Sheng?”

His tone was flippant. “This is the first time he’s ever brought someone here.”

Qian Zhou unscrewed the cola and gulped down a mouthful.

What was so great about being brought to this kind of place for the first time!

He was too stunned to speak for a while.

“…He raised me.”

Cheng Xiao nodded knowingly. “So you’re the young master of the Qian family? You really are good-looking.”

“Cute, just like little Jiang En.”

Qian Zhou glanced again at the tattoo on Cheng Xiao’s arm, a design that looked like a butterfly fused with a rose.

The red flower center peeked out from the torn black shirt, partly hidden under his multicolored hair.

“You know Jiang En?”

This guy didn’t seem to have any connection to Jiang En at all.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiao laughed so hard he almost fell over. He flicked his long hair back.

Leaning close to Qian Zhou’s ear, he drew out his words.

“Know him? That curly chestnut hair of his—I took him to dye it! Jiang Huachen sulked for half a month after seeing it.”

“Really?” Qian Zhou asked, smiling.

“Really!” Cheng Xiao slapped his thigh.

He showed off the tattoo on his arm.

“Cool, right?”

Qian Zhou nodded repeatedly. “Cool, cool, cool.”

Cheng Xiao lowered his voice. “Wanna get one yourself?”

Qian Zhou was intrigued. “I wanna get a big dragon!”

Cheng Xiao snapped his fingers and pointed up. “Done.”

“I’ll find you a tattoo artist. Call me in a few days.”

“Don’t tell Gu Sheng.”

Qian Zhou nodded like a pecking chick, already seeing Cheng Xiao as his big brother.

Cheng Xiao leaned closer. “We’re good buddies now, right?”

Qian Zhou nodded.

“Then do me a favor. Just a small one.” His voice softened.

Qian Zhou suddenly felt this man was like a fox.

Everything he’d said before was just to butter him up.

“What kind of favor?”

Qian Zhou wasn’t dumb like Jiang En. He wouldn’t be tricked so easily.

Cheng Xiao dropped the playful act.

“Just whisper a little pillow talk to Gu Sheng. Tell him not to sue Jiang Huachen.”

“He did hit Gu Sheng with a steel pipe, that was wrong of him. I’ll apologize for him—”

Qian Zhou cut him off. “What do you mean he hit Gu Sheng with a steel pipe? Gu Sheng hit him several times!”

Even if Qian Zhou didn’t like being too close to Gu Sheng…

Between Jiang Huachen and Gu Sheng, he still leaned toward Gu Sheng.

He didn’t even notice that Cheng Xiao had said the words “pillow talk.”

“So he was the one who got beaten?”

Cheng Xiao put on an exaggerated look of surprise.

Qian Zhou thought back carefully. “Gu Sheng’s a little stronger than him.”

If it came down to who was more injured, Jiang Huachen probably was.

That last swing Gu Sheng landed on his leg with the steel pipe had been heavy.

Cheng Xiao dragged out his “ohhh.” “So Gu Sheng’s that strong.”

Qian Zhou hummed an affirmative, his voice rising slightly—like he had been the one who won the fight.

Cheng Xiao held Qian Zhou’s hand, his attitude toward begging very earnest.

“He’s already that badly hurt. Just tell Gu Sheng to let it go…”

If Gu Sheng really pressed charges, Jiang Huachen would surely suffer.

Qian Zhou sensed something was off.

This man had personally come to greet Gu Sheng, even made drinks for him.

And then “coincidentally” bumped into him while he was watching the big screen.

This fox was clearly here for him.

Or rather—for Gu Sheng.

Those sly, upturned eyes were filled with calculation.

He wasn’t some colorful fairy—he was a colorful fox spirit!

“What’s your relationship with Jiang Huachen? Why are you protecting him like this?”

Qian Zhou took another sip of his cola.

Cheng Xiao’s eyes lingered on the cola bottle before landing back on his face.

And he answered without hesitation:

“Jiang Huachen is my husband.”