Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 3

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“So just now—you were messaging Gu Sheng!?”

“Why… why are you yelling at me!”

Jiang En craned his neck in defiance, but the momentum was clearly one-sided. He clutched at Qian Zhou’s sleeve.

“Uncle Gu has never come to my house before. He finally came once… Anyway, you’re not allowed to leave.”

【System 052: Agree to it. Gu Sheng won’t do anything to you in front of Jiang En.】

Though Jiang En was a silly little love-brain, his older brother was no pushover.

Jiang Huachen was the only one capable of matching Gu Sheng.

And what’s more—

He was infamous for being a brother-con.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Jiang En’s small villa.

Qian Zhou sat on a sofa covered with strange cat plushies, when Jiang En’s bizarre phone ringtone interrupted his thoughts.

“oiiai… oiiiai…”

Jiang En picked up the phone and scampered into his room, door left open. From a distance, Qian Zhou could hear him calling out “gege” in a sticky, spoiled tone.

Qian Zhou wiggled the fuzzy slippers on his feet. There was a tiny, unremarkable mole at his ankle.

Gu Sheng had stared at it for a long time last night.

Whatever nerve it touched, he suddenly lost control, and Qian Zhou’s hazy memory was filled only with the image of the ceiling spinning.

“…”

Qian Zhou covered his face with his hand, letting out a muffled groan of grievance.

Compared to him, Jiang En was practically a hyperactive little flea, bustling around cleaning the house. When the doorbell rang, he rushed to open it immediately.

“Uncle Gu!”

Qian Zhou peeked over the sofa toward the door. He saw Gu Sheng in a beige coat, wearing a gentle smile, his entire demeanor refined and mild.

Qian Zhou’s first thought: Who is this guy.

Gu Sheng nodded lightly, his gaze soft but lacking warmth. “Mm. Go see what you’d like to eat.”

Jiang En flushed red and nodded quickly.

The assistant had already brought in all the things President Gu had bought “along the way” while on his hunt—

Two large bags of fancy-packaged snacks, a bag of meat, and several boxes of fresh vegetables.

Gu Sheng removed his coat and hung it on the rack, his eyes sweeping the room. Soon his gaze locked onto the boy who was carefully watching him.

Qian Zhou’s heart gave a guilty flutter. He obediently greeted, “…Gu Sheng.”

【System 052: Look at what he’s turned you into.】

【Qian Zhou: …】

The boy visibly wilted, even the little cowlick on his head drooping.

Gu Sheng frowned slightly. Perhaps because of those eighteen points of favorability, he reached out and lifted Qian Zhou’s chin.

“Are you really so unhappy to see me?”

Qian Zhou said nothing. Instead, he lifted a corner of his shirt, revealing pale, smooth skin—

And several faint red marks on his waist.

“See for yourself.”

Gu Sheng’s eyes lingered on his waist. “I hurt you.”

So that’s why he wanted to leave?

So fragile. He hadn’t even used any strength.

Qian Zhou avoided him. Barely thirty seconds later, he went over to Jiang En, who was fussing with groceries at the door.

“Hmph.”

Jiang En ignored him.

Qian Zhou squatted beside a pile of green vegetables, staring at the floor, poking the plastic wrap with his finger.

Jiang En tossed a carrot aside and glanced at him.

“Hmph.”

He tossed out some celery next, glancing again.

Qian Zhou still didn’t move.

“Hey… what’s wrong with you?”

Jiang En asked awkwardly, “Uncle Gu even came over to talk to you. Why are you still unhappy?”

“So just because he talks to me, I’m supposed to be happy?”

Jiang En paused, then set a pack of frozen chicken wings at his feet. His voice was low. “He’s never talked to me before…”

“That’s a good thing.”

Gu Sheng wasn’t anything like you imagined.

With that, Qian Zhou tossed the chicken wings aside and put some chicken br3ast in front of him instead.

Jiang En, oblivious, went on answering the earlier question: “It’s not good at all.”

He absentmindedly placed a box of salmon slices on top of the chicken br3ast.

“Uncle Gu is clearly so nice. Why don’t you all like him?”

“Hm? Who else?”

Jiang En propped his chin on his hand and sighed softly. “My brother.”

“He lied to me and said Uncle Gu was mentally ill.” At that, Jiang En let out a snicker. “My brother, that big scumbag, he doesn’t even bother making up believable lies.”

How could Uncle Gu possibly be mentally ill?

“What if he wasn’t lying—”

“You’re not allowed to say that about Uncle Gu.”

Jiang En cut him off, looking displeased.

He carried two boxes of food into the kitchen, about to tell Gu Sheng he wanted chicken wings and salmon.

One glance down revealed chicken br3ast and bamboo shoots in his hands.

“…Huh?”

Outside, Qian Zhou was casually hiding something at the very bottom of a bag.

Then someone patted his head.

“What’re you hiding, little one?”

The man’s lips naturally curved upward. He had a pair of breathtaking peach blossom eyes—not cute like Jiang En’s, but rather bewitching, carrying the air of a rakish young master.

“Ge!”

Hearing Jiang Huachen’s voice, Jiang En immediately ran out.

“Y-you, why are you here?” He blocked the doorway, gripping the frame with both hands.

Jiang Huachen pressed down on his brother’s head, his seductive peach blossom eyes sizing him up. “Did you go looking for Gu Sheng?”

Jiang En stammered, “Uh… actually… um…”

“President Jiang.” Gu Sheng rolled up his sleeves, wearing the black apron Jiang En had given him, smiling as he stepped out at an unhurried pace.

His expression was calm as he looked at Jiang Huachen.

Jiang Huachen pulled Jiang En behind him, as though even letting him get close to Gu Sheng would contaminate him.

“Gu Sheng, you devoured the entire Qian family until there wasn’t a scrap left.”

“Still not enough?”