Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 35

Qian Zhou estimated Jiang En’s spending habits based on how Gu Sheng had spent 130,000 just to buy him a short-sleeved shirt.

“Ten million?”

Jiang En shook his head. “My brother allocated fifty million for me, and any auction purchases are recorded on his account separately.”

Qian Zhou spent points in the hundreds or tens at most; he had never experienced spending in the millions.

【System 052: So rich… I hesitate to spend two coins on potatoes in a small world.】

【Qian Zhou: When will I ever have fifty million points?】

【System 052: Even the host guided by God-level 001 barely has ten million points. Your dreams are a bit too far-reaching.】

【Qian Zhou: Okay then.】

Cheng Xiao quickly brought them to the port. Before even getting out of the car, Qian Zhou caught sight of the massive object docked at the shore.

Finally, he truly understood what Gu Sheng meant by “large-scale.”

Counting roughly, the cruise ship had at least 20 decks, and he could vaguely see some entertainment facilities on the top deck.

Cheng Xiao removed his sunglasses. “Your brother doesn’t trust you, so he assigned two bodyguards for you.”

Jiang En took it in stride. “Oh.”

But attending a proper auction—did they really need to worry about danger? Jiang En tugged on Qian Zhou’s sleeve. “I don’t like them following us. Let’s go just the two of us.”

“Being followed does feel uncomfortable,” Qian Zhou nodded in agreement.

Gu Sheng had also said to bring bodyguards, but he was busy with work, so Qian Zhou never brought it up. Looks like the matter was over.

He scanned the area and confirmed that no one was following. Together with Jiang En, they entered the section guarded by officers—the boarding area.

Inside the black-and-gold restricted zone, two lines of people were waiting to board, passing through security checks one by one.

Since Jiang Huachen had reserved the room, they also had a VIP box in the auction hall.

Staff verified their identities and led them through the VIP entrance.

Walking further, Qian Zhou noticed that the cruise’s interior, down to the color of the security lines at the check-in, was all black-and-white minimalist design.

He couldn’t help but think of Gu Sheng’s home and office—both decorated in the same style.

“Hey, this black-and-white sculpture is pretty nice.”

The black-and-white stripes spiraled in a regular pattern, with gold ribbons accenting the ship’s décor. It looked elegant and high-class.

The cruise’s central atrium spanned three decks, with an arched dome—both strong in support and aesthetically pleasing.

Jiang En said, “Right, Qian Zhou?”

“Yeah.”

Qian Zhou asked a staff member, “Did the same person design the cruise interior and this sculpture?”

The staff smiled, clearly recognizing them as elite young masters from distinguished families.

“Yes. Both the ship’s interior and this sculpture were designed by Mr. Bibert, so the style is very unified.”

The consistent color scheme was indeed pleasing to the eye. Qian Zhou felt that Bibert was genuinely talented.

“The cruise has 34 decks. Your suites are the highest-grade, on the 30th deck. The elevator is here.”

He gestured to the elevator, waiting for the two of them to enter before he and the bodyguards followed.

Their suite was near the elevator, in the middle of the corridor. Jiang En’s luggage had already been placed by the door: three 24-inch suitcases and a backpack.

“That’s a lot,” Qian Zhou remarked.

“This is a round-trip trip. The cruise’s destination is an island country, but we’ll mostly stay on the ship. Ten days in total.”

Jiang En spoke casually, as if the 80,000-per-night suite were a small hotel.

Qian Zhou helped Jiang En with a small bag, watching him push the suitcases in one by one. “You’re not interested in the island?”

“Nope.” Jiang En wiped dust off the cases with a tissue. “My brother has taken me there several times. Nothing special—just coconuts and tropical fruits. The sea view isn’t even as nice as here.”

“Where’s your luggage?”

Staff gently closed the door, leaving only Jiang En and Qian Zhou in the suite; the bodyguards stayed across the hall.

Qian Zhou looked at Jiang En and pulled out a phone charger and two toothbrushes from his pocket.

“I don’t like carrying too much—it’s a hassle.”

Jiang En burrowed into his pile of clothes, muffled. “But I’m not used to the stuff here. It makes my arms break out.”

The suite’s private terrace was three times the size of a standard room, with a small pool, two white sun loungers, and a round table.

Qian Zhou drew back the white curtains, letting the sunlight fill the room.

The terrace overlooked the sea—perfect for sunbathing and drinking juice, with a beautiful view.

Qian Zhou was in a great mood today, but Jiang En was even more excited.

After unpacking three large suitcases, he gleefully jumped onto Qian Zhou from behind.

“Isn’t it fun to go out with me?”

Qian Zhou staggered, holding onto the wall as Jiang En wrapped his arms around his neck. “You’re heavy!” he laughed.

Jiang En pouted. “You’re too weak, nyah nyah!”

Qian Zhou ran a few steps, bringing him down onto the sofa, pinning Jiang En’s legs under his stomach. “Say that again?”

Jiang En squirmed, tickling him through his clothes. “Hahahaha—”

Qian Zhou twisted and turned with him. “Hahahahaha—”

Two throw pillows flew off, lying pitifully in the corner. The two on the sofa still hadn’t decided the winner, and soon they were wrestling again.

“Whoever loses can’t drink today—prepare for punishment from Jiang En, the Great Demon King!”

Jiang En lifted his shirt over Qian Zhou’s head, wrapping his legs around his arms, still wild. “Qian Zhou, do you admit defeat?”

Qian Zhou, calm beneath the cover of the shirt, leaned against the sofa. “I’ll count to three—if you don’t let go, I’ll get serious.”

“What can you do if you get serious—”

Before Jiang En could finish, Qian Zhou shot, “Three… two… one!”

Jiang En’s world spun; he was flipped over, both wrists grabbed.

Lying on the carpet, he couldn’t move, eyes wide in disbelief. “…”

“Impressive, huh?” Qian Zhou nudged him twice.

“Very impressive…” Jiang En turned to look at him, stars in his eyes. “Wow, where did you learn that?”

Qian Zhou flicked his hair back, looking cool. “Heh, my own move.”

Actually, he’d developed it fighting people in the apocalypse. Not only could he restrain, he could also form seals and draw formation diagrams.

The scenery outside the window slowly shifted. Qian Zhou released Jiang En, and the two dashed to the terrace.

The endless blue sea, music drifting from the deck—Jiang En leapt in joy.

“Let’s go—!”