Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 31

Gu Sheng glanced at Jiang Huachen, just about to speak, when he felt a small hand slip into his sleeve.

Following up the wrist, it clutched him tightly.

“Gu Sheng.”

Gu Sheng closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his other hand brushed lightly against Jiang Huachen’s hand.

He felt quite helpless.

Jiang En raised both hands and high-fived Qian Zhou. “Yeah!”

Qian Zhou quietly breathed a sigh of relief, noticing Gu Sheng’s glance signaling Jiang Huachen to sit on the sofa.

He was pulled toward the backyard by Jiang En, who waved at Jiang Huachen.

“Go chat with your brother, I have something to discuss with Qian Zhou.”

Qian Zhou opened a sunshade and sat with Jiang En on the small steps by the artificial pond.

“What do you want to tell me?”

Jiang En made a shushing gesture, then pulled up a screenshot of a ticket from his photo album.

“In a few days, there’s a marine auction. Apparently, it’s hosted by a top foreign artist, but that’s not the main point!”

Qian Zhou asked, “Then what is it? Is there something you want at the auction?”

“Yes, yes.”

Excitedly, Jiang En played the promotional video. The cover showed a luxurious yacht gliding under a sunset.

The yacht’s cabin windows were filled with the golden glow of the sunset, giving off a decadent, almost languid beauty.

Jiang En skipped past the auction item introductions, moving the three-minute video to 2:45.

The frame showed a photo of the gift shop.

“Look!”

Jiang En zoomed in. On the least noticeable shelf in the shop, in the third row, were a few small pink plush toys that were hard to make out.

Qian Zhou didn’t see what the fuss was about. “What is that?”

“These are the summer pink limited edition Oiiai cats! Super hard to get.”

Qian Zhou recalled that the first time he visited Jiang En’s home, there was a row of these quirky little cat plushies on the sofa.

“You couldn’t get them either?” he asked.

Jiang En blinked. “I could, but I sold out all the online stores. I still need six more to reach a hundred.”

Qian Zhou twitched. “And so, you want to go to this auction just for a few plushies?”

“Yes. I reserved a VIP suite. Will you come with me?” Jiang En held out his hand earnestly.

Qian Zhou didn’t want to go.

“I’ll treat you to Australian lobster.”

Qian Zhou grabbed Jiang En’s hand. “Deal.”

Not long after, Jiang Huachen came to call Jiang En home, looking a little displeased.

Cheng Xiao, however, remained calm. He got into the car with Jiang En, and Jiang Huachen didn’t speak to Gu Sheng anymore.

The black SUV slowly drove out of the front yard.

“What were you talking about?”

Gu Sheng glanced at his watch. “Some new cooperation projects.”

“You and Jiang Huachen are cooperating?” Qian Zhou was surprised.

Gu Sheng looked in a good mood, pinching the back of Qian Zhou’s neck and giving a faint smile.

“He lost 80 million, consider it an apology to me.”

“We plan to develop a new type of auction area along the coast. Essentially, it can reduce tariffs a bit. This method will be tested at the marine auction in a couple of days.”

“If it works, we’ll start the process.”

Gu Sheng rarely shared company matters with Qian Zhou, and this was the first time he spoke in such detail.

Qian Zhou murmured, “Marine auction…”

“The one that lasts three days and tickets are already on sale?”

Gu Sheng nodded.

“I wanted to go with Jiang En—he wants the plushies, I want the lobster.”

Gu Sheng thought for a moment. “No.”

“Ah? Why not? I already promised Jiang En.”

Standing by the door, Gu Sheng gestured for Qian Zhou to come in. “It’s not safe.”

Not safe? This isn’t run by Gu Sheng or Jiang Huachen? How could there be danger on their turf?

Gu Sheng closed the door. “Come with me.”

He led the way into the study and turned on the computer.

“The marine auction is outsourced to an overseas partner. From guards to security, they handle it all. If you go, bring bodyguards.”

Qian Zhou was slightly excited. “Will you be my bodyguard?”

Gu Sheng refused. “I’m busy.”

Qian Zhou crossed his arms, using his hands to block the computer screen, perhaps emboldened by Gu Sheng’s usual leniency.

He was no longer timid at all.

Gu Sheng looked at him, a smile playing on his lips, unreadable.

Dressed in loose black pajamas, the contours of his muscles were faintly visible under the fabric.

The smile carried a hint of mischief; he didn’t look like a good guy at all.

“You’re getting a bit clingy now?”

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m not. I just asked. I don’t really need you to come, I can find someone else. It doesn’t have to be you.”

Qian Zhou pulled back his arms as if to escape, rattling off a stream of words meant to tease Gu Sheng.

The smile on Gu Sheng’s face slowly faded. He wrapped one arm around Qian Zhou’s waist and frowned. “Who else would you go with?”

Qian Zhou glared but lost his momentum in under three seconds.

“…Jiang En.”

Gu Sheng let go, then opened someone’s report on the computer. “Recognize this person.”

Qian Zhou looked at the screen.

A man with golden eyes, classic Western features, a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes—handsome, but blind in one eye.

His right eye lacked focus, and the pupil was lighter in color than the other, giving a tired, listless expression.

The whole man seemed drained, fragile.

Name: Biebert.
Gender: Male.
Height: 192 cm.

Qian Zhou suddenly asked, “How tall are you?”

Every time he looked at Gu Sheng, he had to tilt his head, and when staring at that handsome face, his eyes could still glance down at the Adam’s apple.

“1.93 meters,” Gu Sheng said.

Qian Zhou choked. “That tall…”

Even taller than this Biebert guy by one centimeter, and with Gu Sheng’s muscular build, he could definitely work as a professional bodyguard.

Qian Zhou’s fingers brushed the mouse pad, slipped into Gu Sheng’s hand to take the mouse, and sprawled over the desk, flipping through the files.

Gu Sheng’s gaze fell on the exposed slim waist, openly assessing the curves.

“Art director, Biebert is also a designer… Ugh, his work is awful. Why do so many in the West admire this bizarre dark style?”

“He’s also the chief organizer of this auction. Biebert seems pretty famous.”

Qian Zhou swung his legs and flipped to the bottom of the file. After reading, he asked:

“Do you want me to greet him for you?”

Gu Sheng didn’t answer for a long time. The study was silent except for Qian Zhou scrolling the mouse.

Qian Zhou didn’t notice Gu Sheng’s gaze lingering somewhere.

He zoomed in on Biebert’s representative work, examining the details carefully.

Black oil paint covered the canvas, tattered fabric torn into a triangle revealing a bl00d-red eye.

The sclera was outlined in silver lines, chaotic and irregular, and the hanging red silk resembled sticky, bright bl00d.

The whole piece was chaotic and mad.

Qian Zhou nudged his calf with his toe, feeling a chill down his spine.

“Gu Sheng, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Suddenly, two large hands pressed against his waist.

“Huh?” Qian Zhou was confused.

“Can you stop being so awkward?”