Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 18

On the other side, Qianzhou slowly regained consciousness. In the haze of half-dream, half-wake, Gu Sheng’s reminder outside Venus drifted into his mind:

Don’t take drinks from other people once you go inside.

It turned out to be right.

He only remembered that after leaving the Alphabet Hall, his vision started blurring, his legs felt weak. The corridor around him spun, and even sounds became muffled. After crouching down against the wall, he lost consciousness. Everything after that was blank.

Now, Qianzhou realized both his hands were tied together, and even his ankles were cuffed to the chair legs.

That bastard Cheng Xiao—after coaxing him, he still went ahead and did this? Heart darker than coal.

While Qianzhou was cursing Cheng Xiao in his heart, his mind cleared completely. Distant voices floated into his ears, and among them was Cheng Xiao’s.

The other voice was deeper, slightly familiar, but for the moment he couldn’t recall who it belonged to.

“Is your back wound getting better? Don’t let your younger brother see it, otherwise he’ll cry again.”

“…He’s already making a fuss these days.” Jiang Huachen sighed.

Cheng Xiao chuckled twice. “Well, who told him to be foolish enough to like that pervert Gu Sheng? Anyway, don’t forget to take care of the one inside.”

Jiang Huachen’s voice turned cold. “Mm.”

Qianzhou’s heart sank.

Take care of? Take care of who?

Him? Were they planning to dispose of him?

Cheng Xiao was going to “tear the ticket”? And Jiang Huachen even agreed?!

How could the two of them talk about something so terrifying with such calm? Or… was it because Jiang Huachen was already operating in the shadows, working hand in hand with Cheng Xiao, controlling both the visible and hidden sides?

Gu Sheng did say before that Jiang Huachen wasn’t a good man.

Qianzhou took a deep breath, nervously biting his lip. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unmoving.

His head filled with frantic thoughts:

What do I do? Am I about to die? Are they really going to get rid of me? Will it hurt? I’m done for! Ahhh, Gu Sheng, hurry up and save me—I swear I’ll never run again, wuwuwuwu…

Qianzhou was nearly in tears when he suddenly noticed Jiang Huachen had already walked over.

“You’re awake?”

Jiang Huachen crouched down. Seeing Qianzhou’s reddened eyes, he instinctively reached out to wipe his tears with a fingertip. A habit from looking after his younger brother.

Then he pulled out a tissue to clean away the nosebleed on Qianzhou’s face.

Qianzhou’s voice was small and trembly, with a sob stuck in it. “D-Don’t tear the ticket, okay…”

He was so scared of pain that his words came out in complete nonsense, almost unintelligible.

“Gu Sheng has money… Don’t kill me, I’m scared of pain… If you have to, give me a full anesthetic first, wuwuwuwu…”

Jiang Huachen gave him a baffled look, then turned to Cheng Xiao. Cheng Xiao crossed his arms and leaned closer. “What the hell are you mumbling about?”

They untied the ropes together.

Qianzhou’s legs had gone soft, and he threw himself against Cheng Xiao’s arm, crying his heart out.

Cheng Xiao helplessly patted his head. “Hey, did we even touch you?”

The nosebleed had been fake, colored with pigment, and the ropes tied at the loosest point.

It was all just an act, and this kid was having a breakdown.

But another wave of crying suddenly approached, even louder than Qianzhou’s.

Jiang Huachen slapped his forehead with a loud smack. His expression went utterly blank.

Jiang En was throwing a tantrum again.

“Boohoo, brother, why aren’t you at home with me…”

Jiang En barreled up to him, butted his head into Jiang Huachen’s chest, sobbing, “You said you wouldn’t go to the office, boohoo!”

The Jiang family’s most spoiled darling was now punching and kicking his older brother with tears streaming.

“You stinky pig’s trotters, wuwuwu…”

“Don’t tear my ticket, wuwuwu… Gu Sheng has so much money, wuwuwu…”

The two of them wailed like a double act, enough to drive Cheng Xiao insane.

He pulled his arm free, shoving Qianzhou at Jiang Huachen. “You deal with him. I’m out.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and left without looking back.

Jiang Huachen: “…”

Ten minutes later.

“…You’re not tearing the ticket? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Qianzhou sat on the stool, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

Jiang Huachen bent down, Jiang En clinging to his back like a sloth, while he calmly tidied up the fake bl00d and hidden cameras.

“Mm. Just an act. Cheng Xiao’s drug was too strong, that’s all.”

“Still dizzy?” Jiang Huachen asked.

“No, I’m fine.”

Jiang En hung off his brother’s back, arms locked tightly around his neck, occasionally hiccupping.

Jiang Huachen, as though nothing was amiss, even folded up the clothes Cheng Xiao had carelessly thrown aside.

Qianzhou’s eyes followed him around, and he suddenly realized how busy Jiang Huachen was.

He had to run the company, take care of his brother, and guard against Cheng Xiao dragging Jiang En into dyeing his hair, drinking, or getting piercings.

The workload was insane—how was he not collapsing from exhaustion?

Dressed in a loose beige sweater, Jiang Huachen’s earlier roguishness was now replaced by a strong husband-like steadiness.

Qianzhou’s mind betrayed him, recalling Cheng Xiao’s “secret.”

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Huachen asked, “Mm?”

“That… um… did Cheng Xiao really tattoo something on your chest…?”

He was genuinely curious.

Jiang Huachen’s expression grew unnatural. Cheng Xiao, however, boldly confirmed, “Of course!”

Jiang En lifted his head. “Let me see.”

“There’s nothing.” Jiang Huachen denied flatly.

Jiang En slipped a hand inside his sweater, feeling around. “Really nothing…?”

Jiang Huachen’s ears instantly flushed red.

Cheng Xiao grinned wickedly, giving Jiang En a thumbs up. “Good job.”

“Hey, Qianzhou, it’s real! Right here, right here.”

Through the sweater, Qianzhou could see Jiang En’s hand pressing against his chest, finger pointing at the spot right over his heart.

Cheng Xiao raised an eyebrow at him. “Well? Super sexy, right?”

Especially with Jiang Huachen’s chest muscles so defined—downright explosive.

Jiang En pulled his hand back, glaring resentfully. “You wouldn’t let me get a tiger tattoo, but you have one yourself.”

A tiger tattoo?

Jiang Huachen’s expression hardened. “Have you ever seen anyone your age with something like that?!”

He would absolutely never allow it!

He was already falling apart over Jiang En’s dyed black hair turning brown.

If one day Jiang En came home shirtless and proudly showed off a giant ‘descending tiger’ tattoo, Jiang Huachen would faint from fury.

“He.” Cheng Xiao pointed at Qianzhou.

“What about him?” Jiang Huachen asked.

Qianzhou averted his gaze, suddenly feeling as if Jiang Huachen had put him under his jurisdiction too. Stammering, he said:

“A… a dragon.”

“Let’s see if Gu Sheng would allow it.” Jiang Huachen said offhandedly.

The moment Gu Sheng’s name was spoken, silence fell.

Jiang En’s eyes began to redden again.

Jiang Huachen rubbed his head, sighing softly.

Dim daylight filtered into the warehouse, spilling across piles of clutter.

The hollow echoes gradually faded.

Qianzhou pressed his lips together, staring at the warehouse doors.

He patted the dust off himself, climbed down from the stool, and walked up to Cheng Xiao.

“Take me back.”

Qianzhou’s voice was hoarse from crying earlier.

Jiang En slipped off his brother’s back, tore open a band-aid, and carefully stuck it on Qianzhou’s forehead.

There was a fingernail-sized cut there, shallow but bleeding slightly.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

Qianzhou raised a hand to touch his forehead.

“Hiss…”

“Forget it, I’ll deal with it when I’m back.”

Cheng Xiao pressed a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, you can’t go back yet.”