Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 26

Qian Zhou wasn’t good at intimacy. His clumsy touch brushed against Gu Sheng’s lips, awkward and unnatural as he shut his eyes.

Gu Sheng’s gaze was dark and deep. He gently pressed the back of Qian Zhou’s head.

The kiss was heavy and lingering.

Qian Zhou gasped for breath as he let go, his ears already flushed red.

He turned his head, leaning against Gu Sheng’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the tranquil sea in the distance.

“I like it here.”

Gu Sheng motioned for him to look down. “I brought a tent and milk.”

Qian Zhou was amused. “Why a tent and milk?”

“Don’t you have this habit?” Gu Sheng opened the trunk.

Inside were a foldable tent and two bottles of milk—just the kind Qian Zhou was familiar with, the ones you could finish in two gulps.

Gu Sheng pulled the tent bag out and picked a spot on the beach to set it up.

Qian Zhou squatted next to him. “Every morning, I need hot milk, the kind I can finish in two gulps.”

“Hot, and two-gulp size.” Gu Sheng secured the frame.

Soon, the beige padded tent was fully pitched.

Its base was lined with a thick moisture-proof mat. Qian Zhou crawled inside before Gu Sheng did.

The space inside was big enough for both of them to sit facing each other.

“I have high standards,” Qian Zhou said, patting the spot beside him.

Gu Sheng sat next to him. “Besides this, what else?”

He took out his phone and sent a message to his assistant, attaching a precise location.

Qian Zhou counted on his fingers. “I like chicken br3ast stir-fried with bamboo shoots, I like braised pork. I don’t like chicken wings, and I don’t like salmon.”

Gu Sheng watched him quietly, nodding once with each thing Qian Zhou said.

“Why didn’t you say so before?” he asked.

“You used to be fierce. You looked scary when you were angry. I was afraid you’d bully me,” Qian Zhou explained solemnly.

“Baby, I was already holding back,” Gu Sheng’s voice was low. “That wasn’t fierce.”

“Fine.”

Qian Zhou pointed at his phone. “Who were you talking to just now?”

Gu Sheng showed him the screen.

It was the CEO giving his assistant orders: prepare fresh barbecue ingredients, bring the kettle and grill from home.

Also bring a small blanket, and order chicken br3ast stir-fried with bamboo shoots, plus braised pork from a restaurant.

No chicken wings for the barbecue, and no salmon for the seafood.

Even through the screen, Qian Zhou felt his own shock. The assistant asked Gu Sheng: President Gu, did you take the young master out on a picnic?

Gu Sheng replied: Mm. He’s picky.

Scrolling further, Qian Zhou saw Gu Sheng had even added an order for an extra box of bamboo shoots and chicken br3ast for grilling.

Every detail noted, every word remembered.

“So you didn’t treat me like a puppy to be raised…” Qian Zhou muttered under his breath.

Gu Sheng only caught the word “puppy.” “What puppy?”

“Nothing,” Qian Zhou quickly denied, pulling off his shoes and socks before heading out to play by the sea.

The clear water wasn’t too cold, the gentle waves brushing his feet.

【Qian Zhou: Today~ I’m in such a good mood~】

【System 052: Why, did Gu Sheng call you ‘baby’ again?】

【Qian Zhou: Y-you shut up】

052 went silent, but before long, it couldn’t resist asking again.

【System 052: We only have one more pain-blocking chance left. What’s your plan?】

【System 052: I just checked—the strategy value has broken fifty and is close to sixty. It’s at 59 now, though I don’t know why there haven’t been any increase or decrease notifications. I already reported it to the main system. This little bug should be fixed soon.】

【Qian Zhou: Why is the main system only quick when it comes to these trivial bugs?】

【System 052: The main system… is very busy.】

Qian Zhou stepped into the waves, feeling the soft sand shift beneath his feet.

【Qian Zhou: The main system is just as unreliable as the main god.】

That golden bastard had even promised to give him extra points, yet half a year had passed without a word.

Tch.

Qian Zhou rolled his eyes inwardly, then muted 052 before it could start spouting blind defense of their so-called main god.

The seaside air was cooler than elsewhere, the breeze carrying away the excess heat.

What remained was pleasant and refreshing.

The assistant soon delivered the grill and a heap of barbecue ingredients, parking by the roadside.

He unloaded box after box from the trunk, stacking them on the sand.

The grill didn’t require Gu Sheng’s hands.

One assistant could handle plenty, and he even thought of details Gu Sheng hadn’t mentioned.

Like folding stools, iced drinks and alcohol, and refreshing side dishes.

On the folding table were boxes of cucumber salad, chicken br3ast with bamboo shoots, and braised pork.

It was practically enough to run a small restaurant.

Qian Zhou sat on a small stool, poking Gu Sheng’s arm. “Hey, do all CEOs boss their assistants around like this?”

Gu Sheng turned, holding Qian Zhou’s finger.

“All our CEOs do this.”

“Evil capitalism,” Qian Zhou muttered.

Gu Sheng smirked, squeezing his hand with that faintly wicked charm.

Qian Zhou felt Gu Sheng was unusually gentle today.

Maybe because of that kiss, maybe because of the sea breeze and waves.

Because of the one-day freedom Gu Sheng had given him.

The assistant placed a power bank by the tent, connecting it to the lantern inside.

When everything was set up, he was drenched in sweat.

“Here, drink some water.” Qian Zhou handed him a bottle.

The boy was beautiful, his slender pale fingers graceful. Anyone would soften in front of such a sight.

The assistant accepted the water but quickly looked away.

…No wonder Gu Sheng was so hopelessly bewitched.

This wasn’t something ordinary people could resist.

Gu Sheng gave him a single casual glance, and the assistant immediately made himself scarce.

“Huh, why did he leave so quickly?” Qian Zhou asked.

“He still has work,” Gu Sheng replied.

“Oh.” Qian Zhou nodded.

He looked at the grill where flames were rising, placing bamboo shoots on top.

Grabbing some skewers, he sprinkled cumin powder with a flourish.

“How’s that? My technique looks pretty legit, right?”

Gu Sheng sat nearby. “Take another look.”

Qian Zhou glanced at his bamboo shoots—already burnt by the fire.

Gu Sheng removed the charred skewer, holding Qian Zhou’s wrist to guide him.

Then he saw Qian Zhou grab salt and toss it directly into the coals—the flames quickly died down.

He extended his hand. “Let me.”

Qian Zhou handed over the bamboo shoots and added two skewers of lamb, two of pork.

Gu Sheng skillfully arranged them in rows. Soon the grill was giving off rich aromas.

“This is fruitwood charcoal. Sprinkling salt on it before grilling keeps flames down.”

“Try it.”

Qian Zhou took the lamb skewer and bamboo shoots, blew on them, and took a bite.

The lamb was juicy and tender, the flavor rich, blending with the sweetness of the bamboo shoots. Qian Zhou was bubbling with happiness.

“Gu Sheng, why are you being so good today?”