Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 20

Before Qian Zhou could react to what was happening, Jiang Huachen shoved him into the backseat, right up against Jiang En.

The car suddenly accelerated, throwing Qian Zhou hard against the door.

His arm slammed against the door handle, making him groan from the pain.

The car veered off the main road, cutting into a back path—not toward the city.

This way only led them deeper into the wilderness.

The two men in the front wore grim expressions. Jiang Huachen already regretted bringing Jiang En along.

Within minutes, night had almost fully fallen. Cheng Xiao cursed, then switched off the headlights.

The surroundings plunged into a blur of darkness, the twisting road barely visible under faint moonlight.

“How did they track us down? We didn’t expose a single piece of location data!”

Cheng Xiao gripped the steering wheel tightly, tendons bulging on his arm.

He kept swerving and accelerating, like some beast was chasing them from behind.

Which, honestly, wasn’t far off.

Jiang Huachen grabbed the handle above the window. “You two, hold on!”

“Oh, oh,” Jiang En quickly hugged the back of Cheng Xiao’s seat, doing his best to keep steady through the bumps.

Qian Zhou was distracted, only realizing when his head hit the window again that he needed to hold onto something.

Cheng Xiao drove like a madman. At a sharp turn, he suddenly plunged straight into the forest.

Branches scraped relentlessly against the car, creating a chorus of sharp sounds.

Qian Zhou glanced outside—the tree trunks were so close it felt like they brushed right past his nose.

“They probably aren’t following anymore. At this visibility, they can’t see a thing. Slow down,” Jiang Huachen said with a frown.

Jiang En shivered. “S-sis-in-law, slow down…”

“Fine.” Cheng Xiao chuckled.

The car returned to the narrow road. It was still bumpy, but far better than before.

Qian Zhou stayed silent the whole time, his mood uneasy.

The earlier banter hadn’t fooled him—this wasn’t play.

This was a life-or-death game, win or lose.

Jiang Huachen checked the rearview mirror. “The helicopters are gone.”

“Gu Sheng could send ten helicopters, wouldn’t matter. With this forest all around, visibility is basically zero.”

Cheng Xiao tapped Jiang En’s head. “You’re pulling my hair.”

Jiang En quickly let go. “Hehe.”

He’d never seen anything this thrilling before—scared, yes, but more excited than anything.

“Qian Zhou, what’s wrong?” Jiang En asked.

Qian Zhou looked pale. Since being drugged, he hadn’t eaten.

Now, after the high-speed escape, the world was spinning.

He took a moment, then muttered, “I can’t take this kind of driving.”

Cheng Xiao shoved him a piece of bread and a bottle of water. “This is nothing. Eat up. Tonight we’re doing farm fun.”

“Farm fun?” Jiang En repeated, puzzled.

The young master had only ever known the most luxurious business circles—this was way outside his knowledge.

Qian Zhou assumed this was Cheng Xiao’s Plan B, that they had arranged a village to shelter them.

He asked, “How long until we get there?”

Right now, he longed for the simple luxury of solid ground beneath his feet.

But Cheng Xiao just tossed back:

“No idea.”

Jiang Huachen added, “Depends on when we’re lucky enough to stumble onto a village.”

He toyed with a cigarette in his hand, spinning it between his fingers.

Normally he would’ve lit it already, but there were two in the back who couldn’t stand the smell.

He looked down at the cigarette, rubbed it with some reluctance, and tucked it back into his pocket.

Cheng Xiao’s sharp eyes caught it. “No smoking.”

Jiang En echoed, “No smoking.”

Jiang Huachen waved them off. “Yeah, yeah, I wasn’t going to. Anyway, the map says there’s a village about fifty kilometers ahead.”

“We’ll rest there for the night.”

The car gradually quieted as the drive wore on.

Jiang En used Qian Zhou’s leg as a pillow, and Qian Zhou leaned against the door. Both were fast asleep.

After a whole day of chaos, their bodies and minds were exhausted.

Jiang Huachen gazed quietly out the window. His voice was soft: “You must be tired. I’ll drive in a bit.”

Cheng Xiao licked his lip ring with his tongue. “Sure.”

They had no idea how many turns they had taken already. Cheng Xiao eased the car slower, careful not to wake the sleeping two.

In the still night, only the cicadas kept chirping. Trees lined both sides endlessly.

Cheng Xiao stopped the car, opened the driver’s door, and stretched his legs.

He shut the door softly, then stretched with a long yawn.

“How the hell did Gu Sheng find us? I really don’t get it.”

Jiang Huachen closed his door and finally lit that longed-for cigarette.

He took a drag, exhaling lightly. “Who could ever figure him out…”

As he spoke, Cheng Xiao glanced back at the two sleeping in the backseat.

“Who can figure you out? Charging into someone’s company swinging a steel pipe, only to lose. Damn embarrassing.”

Cheng Xiao covered his face, sighing. “Husband, that was humiliating.”

Jiang Huachen looked at him in the moonlight.

“Really that humiliating?”

“Then what should I do?”

Cheng Xiao clicked his tongue. “Don’t you have a ton of guys under you? Getting a few of them to throw a sack over Gu Sheng and beat him up, that’s so hard?”

The moon was round tonight, casting faint shadows on the ground.

The forest stretched on endlessly, thick and untamed.

Jiang Huachen stayed silent for a long time.

“But Xiao En got lost.”

He stared at his palm, a leaf’s shadow falling across it—only half the size of his hand.

He thought of how Jiang En’s hand used to be that small as a child.

Smoke blurred his vision, and he noticed Cheng Xiao watching him intently.

Through the window, Jiang Huachen looked at the sleeping Jiang En.

His voice came hoarse:

“Our parents died early. I can’t just not take care of him…”

He drew deeply on the cigarette, leaning against the car.

“When they died, I wasn’t even an adult yet. Xiao En… was only this tall.”

He held his hand at his leg to show the height. “Other kids were doing addition and subtraction, but he only cared about getting milk from his brother.”

He stubbed the cigarette out with his fingers. “He was such a little fool I wanted to put him in daycare.”

“But…”

“When the daycare came to pick him up, I cried harder than he did.”

Jiang Huachen shook his head with a laugh.

Maybe it was the night and the smoke—they pulled out old memories.

“I had to be both dad and mom. His backpack always smelled like milk. While I was in high school, relatives tricked me into signing over shares, then I dropped out to manage the company while the board stabbed me in the back.”

He rested his head on Cheng Xiao’s shoulder. “Finally got Xiao En into school, and then… and then…”

Cheng Xiao laughed, finishing for him, “And then you got shoved into a trash can and beaten up by street punks.”

“That really was dumb as hell.”

Even Jiang Huachen laughed.

Cheng Xiao poked his chest. “That’s when I picked up my husband out of a trash can, hid you in my locker, and then got caught serving drinks with bl00d on my hands. The manager almost whipped me with a belt.”

Cheng Xiao sighed. “That was a VIP client, too. Two months’ wages gone, just like that.”

Jiang Huachen wrapped his arm around Cheng Xiao’s waist. “Still hung up on four thousand yuan after all these years.”

“You think everyone gets to be a CEO?” Cheng Xiao pinched his neck.

“Shut up.”

Jiang Huachen got a light slap across the face.

He pressed Cheng Xiao against the window and kissed him for a while before finally letting go and returning to the car.

Starting the engine, Jiang Huachen glanced at the two still fast asleep in the back.

He sighed.

“That’s why…”

“Sometimes I think Gu Sheng is so damn incredible.”