Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 37

The cruise ship was still moving across the sea. Through the massive glass windows on both sides, one could see the ocean sliding backward and the foamy trails stirred up by the vessel.

Qianzhou felt that he now had a solid backing—Gu Sheng must have arranged people too, only they had been hiding in the shadows from the start. If anything happened, Gu Sheng would know immediately.

The auction on the cruise would officially start tomorrow, with different exhibition halls hosting different types of items.

A detailed schedule listing the times, venues, and item categories had been placed in each guest’s room.

And this preview auction hosted personally by Bibote was merely the appetizer—the true highlight would come tomorrow night at 8 p.m.

“Let’s go back,” Qianzhou said as he searched for the elevator.

“Eh? Leaving already? You don’t want to check out Bibote’s new work?”

Though Jiang En said this, he quickly followed Qianzhou into the elevator.

“Do you like his work?” Qianzhou pressed the button for the 30th floor.

The elevator ascended.

“Not really. I don’t get his style—too dark and gloomy. I don’t like that kind of thing,” Jiang En replied.

Then he glanced at Qianzhou and asked, “Do you know Bibote? Why did he look at you just now?”

Qianzhou shook his head. “I don’t know him. And I don’t know why he looked directly at me.”

“He’s so weird.”

Once out of the elevator, Jiang En grabbed the four bags of plushies waiting by the door and brought them into the room.

He opened the fridge, pulled out two cans of juice, and beckoned Qianzhou over to sit on the balcony with him to watch the sea.

With just the two of them in the room, the sunlight was gentle—not harsh at all, warm and comfortable.

The sea breeze wasn’t cold either, and with the sound of waves all around, Jiang En soon fell asleep on the chair, half a can of juice in hand.

Qianzhou, however, kept thinking about Bibote—turning it over and over in his mind, but still unable to figure out why Bibote had greeted him.

He put his juice on the table, picked up his phone, and started a video call to Gu Sheng.

With the volume turned down to its lowest, it took about half a minute before the other side picked up.

The camera shook, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. The image was blurry, hard to make out.

“What are you doing?”

The camera swung past a blue panel, then flipped around. Gu Sheng’s sharply defined, handsome face filled the screen up close.

Water dripped from his hair, and his cheeks were still wet.

His deep, rich voice came through the speaker: “Taking a shower.”

…Oh wow.

Taking a shower, yet still answering the phone.

Qianzhou narrowed his eyes. “Where are you right now?”

For some reason, Gu Sheng gave a low laugh—husky, almost teasing, sending a shiver down half of Qianzhou’s ear.

“Why does it sound like you’re checking up on me?”

His tone was dripping with ambiguity, tinged with a faint longing, maybe because he hadn’t seen Qianzhou for a while.

“No, I just had something I wanted to ask you. How was I supposed to know you’d be in the shower?”

Qianzhou coughed twice, then added, “Besides, do you even have anything to hide? If not, you wouldn’t care what I ask.”

Gu Sheng toweled off his hair. “Nothing to hide. I’m away on a business trip.”

“You calling me out of the blue—was it just to ask me something?”

Qianzhou coughed again, forcing himself to sound calm as he sipped his juice. “Y-you transferred me so much money… I thought I’d better call and express my heartfelt thanks.”

“Alright. Call me brother, then.” Gu Sheng said.

Qianzhou froze. “B-Bro…”

“Say brother.” Gu Sheng’s smile deepened. “Want me to repeat myself?”

Qianzhou opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, stealing a glance at Jiang En, who was fast asleep. He opened his mouth again, but the sight of Gu Sheng on the screen made him lose all nerve. “I… I can’t say it…”

Gu Sheng raised a brow. “No sincerity at all, huh.”

Dragging out his voice, half pleading, half sulking, Qianzhou said softly, “Gu Sheng…”

Through the line came a sharp intake of breath. Gu Sheng grabbed the glass of water beside him and drank deeply. “…Don’t call me that again.”

Qianzhou only noticed that Gu Sheng had dropped the demand for “brother.” Feeling triumphant, he mimed zipping his lips shut.

Gu Sheng set the phone aside, slipped into a black bathrobe, and picked it up again—this time showing his entire upper body.

The background came into view: black-and-white paintings on the wall. And…

Why did it look so much like Bibote’s style?

Qianzhou shook his head. Bibote had been showing up way too often lately. No wonder every black-and-white piece he saw now made him think of him.

Gu Sheng’s lighting was bright, with a faint bluish tint—probably because the weather was good.

Qianzhou watched him walk over to the table and glance at his laptop. “Did you bring your medicine on this trip?”

Gu Sheng looked at the screen. “What did you say?”

Few people dared question him, and in his personal time, he hated being interfered with.

But with Qianzhou, it was different.

Lowering his eyes, he realized how many times he’d already made exceptions for this boy.

As his memories returned bit by bit, he only wanted to keep Qianzhou in his grasp more and more.

No one else could have him.

Staring at the screen, he saw Qianzhou’s wide, bright eyes—so beautiful.

Suppressing the impulse to hijack the ship right then and there, he said, “I didn’t bring it.”

Qianzhou grew anxious. “How could you not bring it? What if you can’t wrap up work in time, and by Thursday you’re suffering without any meds?”

“Gu Sheng, are you even listening to me?”

Gu Sheng’s gaze lingered on the screen. “I didn’t bring it because I’m already recovering. The doctor said I could stop the medication in a month and just observe. I can’t take it forever.”

Qianzhou blinked. “Re… recovering…?”

“You mean your illness is getting better?!” he asked, breaking into a smile.

Gu Sheng looked at his sunlit face and nodded. “Mm.”

【Affection +4】

“That’s wonderful.” Qianzhou let out a long sigh.

But as he gazed at the sea, a pang of bittersweet melancholy slipped into his chest. He turned his head, quietly watching the sleeping Jiang En.

Then his eyes drifted back to the screen, lingering on Gu Sheng for a long while.

【System 052: Host, affection is now at 65. Only 35 more to complete the mission.】

【Qianzhou: …I know.】

“Why’d you go quiet?” Gu Sheng held the phone closer, catching that fleeting flicker of emotion in Qianzhou’s eyes.

“Not happy?”

Qianzhou stiffened his neck. “I’m not unhappy!”

Gu Sheng silently watched him through the screen. He didn’t press further, only circling back: “What was it you wanted to ask me?”

“Oh, right.” Qianzhou patted his cheeks, pulling himself together.

“Why did Bibote look at me? Could it be because you know him?”

At the mention of someone else, Gu Sheng’s expression subtly shifted—the liveliness in his face draining away.

“Not really,” he said.

“I’ve just been refusing his invitations, that’s all.”