Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 29

In the kitchen, the little cream pot bubbled away. Gu Sheng dropped in some yellow rock sugar and stirred with a spoon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the scratches on his arm and frowned.

He stared at the pot of pear soup, clearly displeased.

Qian Zhou had thrown him out—every pillow on the bed had been hurled at him.

Gu Sheng hung the wooden spoon back on the wall, glanced at the top of the stairs, but of course saw nothing.

Not only had Qian Zhou driven him out, he had even locked the door.

…He should have installed a few cameras in his own room too.

—

Meanwhile, Qian Zhou’s face and neck were flushed red.

He remembered everything that had happened last night—the warmth, the sounds, the closeness—each detail vividly clear.

【Qian Zhou: Wuwuwu…】
【System 052: …Be optimistic. At least the bug’s source has been confirmed.】
【Qian Zhou: Do you remember why we were even looking for the bug?】
【System 052: To leave the small world.】
【Qian Zhou: And why did we want to leave the small world?】
【System 052: …To save your ass.】
【Qian Zhou: You’ve forgotten your roots.】
【System 052: …】

Qian Zhou struggled to move toward the edge of the bed. There, on the bedside table, was the tube of white ointment Gu Sheng had left.

He picked it up and glanced at the instructions—when his eyes landed on the words “apply around the anus,” it was as if he’d been scalded. He quickly shoved the ointment into the drawer.

With a sigh, he collapsed against the bed.

On the back of his pale neck were several faint bite marks, his handsome side profile half hidden by the pillow.

His long legs draped across the quilt, Qian Zhou closed his eyes with a hopeless look.

【Qian Zhou: I’ve already decided how I’ll use the pain-blocking function one last time.】

System 052 felt a bad premonition.

【System 052: Wh-what for?】
【Qian Zhou: I’m going to fake my death and run away.】
【System 052: No! Slacking off will cost you points—deducted per small world quota!】
【Qian Zhou: How much?】
【System 052: Fifty thousand.】
【Qian Zhou: Then forget it.】

Qian Zhou was quiet for only a few seconds before his eyes lit up again.

【Qian Zhou: But if I make Gu Sheng angry enough to kill me?】
【System 052: That doesn’t count. It’ll be treated as mission failure.】

Even so… it seemed Gu Sheng wouldn’t actually harm him.

Closing his eyes, Qian Zhou sank back into sleep, heavy-hearted. He slept for another hour.

The lock clicked, and Gu Sheng came in with a key, lifting Qian Zhou off the bed.

Qian Zhou pushed at him in protest. “I don’t want to move!”

Gu Sheng looked at the marks on his body for a long moment before speaking, voice laced with displeasure.

“You promised me one condition, remember?”

“Now, come downstairs and eat.”

Qian Zhou flared up at the reminder. He grabbed a pillow and hurled it. “I already fulfilled it last night!”

Gu Sheng’s eyes widened slightly, then his face darkened to the color of burnt charcoal.

For a whole five minutes he said nothing, for the first time realizing just how shameless “he” was.

“…No room for discussion.”

He pulled Qian Zhou’s arm, but more gently than usual.

After dressing him, Gu Sheng carried him downstairs. Just then, someone knocked at the front door.

Three deliverymen hauled boxes of gifts into the living room—luxury supplements and expensive handicrafts.

Placing Qian Zhou on the dining table, Gu Sheng frowned. “What is all this?”

Scratching his head, one of the men replied, “A Mr. Jiang sent it to you, along with a letter.”

He offered the letter, its envelope signed with Jiang Huachen’s flamboyant calligraphy.

Gu Sheng didn’t even touch it. “Throw it in the trash.”

“Uh… this…” The courier froze, awkward.

Qian Zhou took the letter instead. Supporting his waist, he leaned against the wall and opened it.

The handwriting inside was neat and square, completely unlike the signature. It read:

President Gu, I apologize for the recent incidents, especially to Qian Zhou. This afternoon, I will bring my younger brother to apologize in person.

Qian Zhou’s mouth fell open—he couldn’t believe Jiang Huachen had written this.

Seeing his stunned expression, Gu Sheng asked, “What does it say?”

Qian Zhou handed it over. “See for yourself.”

Gu Sheng scanned the short letter in two seconds, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it in the trash.

Coldly, he said: “Refuse all these deliveries. Send them straight back.”

Wiping his brow, the courier stammered, “A-all of it? There are still a few boxes of imported snacks in the truck…”

Good lord. Only the rich could so casually dismiss gifts worth nearly a hundred thousand.

But the moment Qian Zhou heard “imported snacks,” he clamped a hand over Gu Sheng’s mouth.

“Keep them!”

“Move all the snacks to my room, thank you.”

Gu Sheng’s lips brushed against his soft palm, yet, unusually, he didn’t object.

He only held the boy’s wrist lightly—letting him have his way.

—

Meanwhile, Jiang Huachen lounged on the sofa in the small villa, long legs crossed as he read a newly delivered document.

Suddenly, the front door was kicked open with a loud bang.

Jiang En swaggered in.

“Brother!”

He hopped onto the coffee table, kicking away the file in Jiang Huachen’s hands.

“En, you can’t be so—”

Jiang Huachen looked up, instantly frozen, eyes going wide.

Jiang En stuck out his tongue—decorated with a whole row of diamond-studded piercings. His lips, brows, and nose sported studs as well!

His hair was dyed in a rainbow of garish colors, even more outrageous than Cheng Xiao’s.

“Brother, look! Sister-in-law took me to get a Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain tattoo!”

Jiang Huachen’s voice trembled. “You… you…”

Jiang En dramatically tore open his shirt—arms, back, even thighs inked with tattoos.

Clutching his chest, Jiang Huachen gasped, “My heart hurts…”

Next thing, Cheng Xiao dropped in beside Jiang En. Their two rainbow-colored heads together nearly gave Jiang Huachen a mental breakdown.

Throwing an arm around Jiang En’s shoulders, Cheng Xiao declared:

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to dye it green! Red! Yellow!”
“Yeah yeah!”
“You can pierce your belly button! Your ear cartilage! Even your Adam’s apple!”
“Yeah yeah!”
“Want me to take you?”
“Yes yes yes!”

Horrified, Jiang Huachen shot to his feet. “No! Not green, red, or yellow! And no piercings in your belly button—or your Adam’s apple!!”

Jiang En pointed to his navel with a giggle. “Too late, brother, I already did.”

Jiang Huachen saw the two metal rings dangling there and nearly collapsed.

His vision swirled—the rainbow hair shifting colors, the lights casting his terrified expression in strange hues.

And in the haze, he saw:

Cheng Xiao and Jiang En walking hand in hand into Gu Sheng’s “emo” barbershop.

Gu Sheng blew coolly on a pair of scissors. “Heh, even my cheap haircuts are better than yours.”

Then coldly: “Next, I’ll shave your wife and your brother bald.”

“Ahhh!”

Jiang Huachen jolted awake, heart pounding. He turned to see Jiang En quietly bent over his homework.

His hair was its usual color, no piercings on his face, no terrifying tiger tattoo.

From the kitchen, Cheng Xiao came out with a glass of water. “Why are you covered in sweat? Nightmare?”

Still shaken, Jiang Huachen shut his eyes. “…Maybe just too much stress lately.”

The little villa was peaceful. Jiang En’s toys sat on the sofa.

Dressed in pajamas, Cheng Xiao handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat.

“Honestly, you’re overreacting.”

Meanwhile, Jiang En snuck a glance at the trash can stuffed full of crumpled letters.

Quietly, he dragged it behind the sofa to hide it.

Then he walked up to Jiang Huachen and tugged on his sleeve, voice soft as cotton:

“Brother…”

“You promised me, didn’t you? It’s already afternoon. Come with me to apologize to Qian Zhou.”