Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 39

Miles kept sneaking glances at Qianzhou’s figure—those hips, those legs—he simply couldn’t tear his eyes away from any angle.

He could never change his lecherous nature. Even with only a bandaged stump left at the wrist, he couldn’t help leaning toward Qianzhou.

Along with the rippling desire in his chest came a surge of hatred toward Gu Sheng. Grinding his teeth, he lowered his head to glance at his empty sleeve.

If Gu Sheng didn’t want to do business, fine. But he had gone mad and chopped off his hand!

If he’d known Venus was Gu Sheng’s turf, he never would have arranged to meet him there.

Miles’s eyes grew dark. The elevator stopped on the 24th floor with a ding, and the doors slid open.

He wanted to strike up some small talk with Qianzhou, but when he turned his head—Qianzhou was gone.

Along with him, the cute little curly-haired kid had disappeared too.

Qianzhou had already dragged Jiang En off. The stench coming off Miles was unbearable; staying in the same space as him felt deadly.

“That man just now… it looked like he didn’t have a hand. His sleeve was flat. I don’t know why he turned back suddenly—he almost bumped into me.”

Jiang En scowled. “He’s so annoying.”

Walking with him toward the banquet hall, Qianzhou said, “I ran into him once at Venus before. He’s definitely an obnoxious guy.”

The 24th floor had clear signage. Following the arrows, they were quickly met by attendants.

After showing their entry cards, they were led to central seats near the front. Once seated, Qianzhou asked, “He really didn’t have a hand?”

Jiang En thought a moment. “Really didn’t.”

Qianzhou paused mid-motion, staring at the reflection in the tall glass in front of him, murmuring, “Who’s that badass… just chopped it off, just like that…”

Kind of cool.

A server handed them hot towels. Jiang En wiped his hands clean, and just then, Jiang Huachen called again.

The phone buzzed nonstop until Jiang En answered helplessly. “Bro—I just talked to you, didn’t I?”

Resting his finger on the plate, Jiang En said earnestly, “Bro, you’re already an adult. Stop calling me all the time. I’m perfectly safe with Qianzhou. We’re waiting for cake.”

He lowered his head, curly brown hair trembling slightly. “Anything else?”

Jiang Huachen fell silent for a moment before saying, “I just worry. The cruise is so big, all sorts of people on board. What if you run into someone like Gu Sheng, that pervert, and he lures you off—”

“You’re so annoying…” Jiang En muttered, lips pouting.

The line suddenly went quiet.

“Huh? Bro, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Jiang En quickly covered his mouth, a little guilty—had that been overheard?

“Hello?” Another voice came through—it was Cheng Xiao.

Jiang En asked, “Where’s my brother? He suddenly stopped talking.”

Cheng Xiao chuckled. “What did you just say to him?”

“N-nothing…” Jiang En stammered.

“Oh—then how come he’s broken down.” Cheng Xiao was clearly enjoying the drama.

“He’s squatting over here bawling his eyes out, crying like a mess.”

Jiang En’s jaw dropped. “Huh?!”

“I-I didn’t mean to make him upset… He’s really crying? Oh no oh no… Sister-in-law, let my brother take the phone, please…”

Usually, it was Jiang Huachen who coaxed him. Jiang En had never coaxed anyone before. Now he clutched at Qianzhou’s sleeve, panicked.

“What do I do, I made my brother cry…”

Qianzhou thought he’d misheard. But turning his head, he saw Jiang En already on the verge of tears himself.

Then Jiang Huachen grabbed the phone back. “…What nonsense.”

“Where are you now?”

Jiang En quickly blinked away his tears. “24th floor banquet hall…”

Then, worried, he asked, “Bro, where are you?”

“Out on… a business trip.”

Qianzhou’s ears perked up. That excuse again…

Jiang En sniffled. “Where exactly?”

Jiang Huachen coughed. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know. Just eat well. If anything happens, call me.”

“Oh…”

A waiter pushed a cart over with fresh tiramisu, just-baked pineapple buns, and an array of drinks and fruit.

Jiang En looked seriously at Qianzhou, who looked back at him. “What is it?”

Could it be that Jiang En also suspected his brother of lying? After all, growing up together, family members were the quickest to notice when something felt off.

Qianzhou turned toward him slightly. “Actually, it’s normal for your brother to hide things from you sometimes. Even Gu Sheng lies to me now and then.”

Jiang En: “Mm-hmm.”

Qianzhou patted his shoulder. “Better to focus on your own stuff first. When the time comes, you can talk it out properly. Don’t overthink it.”

Jiang En: “Mm-hmm.”

“You…” Qianzhou hesitated.

Jiang En: “Mm-hmm.”

“…”

As the server approached, Jiang En swiftly grabbed a plate. “Two slices of tiramisu, three pineapple buns, one apple juice, one peach juice, and a plate of lychees.”

The freshly baked pineapple buns were golden, soft, still steaming, with a crunchy crust that crackled under the bite.

Crumbs covered Jiang En’s mouth as he mumbled, “Qianzhou, why aren’t you eating? They’re fresh out of the oven.”

He split one and gave it to Qianzhou. “Were you giving me a life lesson just now?”

His eyes were clear and silly.

Qianzhou pressed his forehead. “Life… is one giant pineapple bun.”

Jiang En nodded like a pecking chick. “Then it smells great!”

“Eat, child.”

Qianzhou picked up the half-palm-sized bun and put it back on Jiang En’s plate.

Not long before the banquet began, the hall had already filled with guests, the air buzzing with chatter.

Their seats were close to the head table. If Qianzhou guessed right, Bibote would sit at the main seat.

And that would put Bibote only one seat away from him—dangerously close. Qianzhou glanced down at his phone.

Still no reply from Gu Sheng.

Jiang En, often taken to events by his brother, was well known in business circles.

Now Qianzhou realized why Jiang En had been eating in such a rush—too many people kept coming up to talk.

One after another.

Not wanting to embarrass his brother, Jiang En endured them all. Afterward, he slumped against Qianzhou’s shoulder, groaning, “So annoying, so annoying…”

Qianzhou patted his arm. “Rest a bit. It’ll start soon.”

The young man sitting on Jiang En’s other side seemed equally tired of the shallow small talk around them. He leaned over too. “Which family’s young master are you?”

Jiang En straightened. “You don’t recognize him?”

“Nope. I only recognize you—Jiang En, young master of Jiang Group.”

He shrugged. “I know your brother, too. Jiang Huachen, big shot.”

“That’s right.” Jiang En beamed at the praise, swelling with pride.

“But you still haven’t told me—which family is he from?”

Qianzhou, absorbed in his phone, didn’t feel like chatting.

Flatly, he said, “From Gu Sheng’s household.”

“Gu—Gu Gu…” The boy’s eyes went wide, tongue stuck on the name.

In all the business world, the one man never to be provoked was Gu Sheng.

That much was absolutely certain.