Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 5

“Don’t carry me.” Qian Zhou quickly flipped himself out of the car.

From the parking lot to the company entrance, and all the way into the brightly lit lobby where the elevators were.

Gu Sheng had his own private elevator.

He pressed the up button and stepped inside with his long stride.

Turning his head, he saw Qian Zhou following closely behind, hiding his whole face and upper body under the coat, one pale hand clutching the corner of his jacket.

Gu Sheng’s mood was like a pendulum swinging with no pattern—right now, the pointer was at the peak of delight.

“Phew—” Qian Zhou poked his head out from under the coat.

“What are you looking at me for?” he asked.

Gu Sheng leaned against the elevator rail, staring at him without blinking.

The curve of his lips slowly faded, the smile completely gone. He suddenly turned away, pressing his knuckles to his forehead and shutting his eyes tightly.

“Gu Sheng… what’s wrong with you?”

“Shut up.” His face was dark and brooding.

Qian Zhou instantly got upset, glaring at him from behind.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Gu Sheng walked straight into his office.

The space was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole city spread out beneath him.

He stood at the window for a long time, only regaining steady breath after a while.

But when he turned around—the office was empty, just his coat lying abandoned on the sofa.

“…”

He ran again.

In just a few minutes, Qian Zhou had already found the cafeteria and slipped into the meal line.

He was starving.

He’d thought he could eat chicken br3ast stir-fried with bamboo shoots at Jiang En’s house.

But that plan went up in smoke.

“Hmph, who cares about you.”

He grabbed a tray and decisively headed for the meat section.

Ignoring the cola chicken wings, he went straight for his beloved braised pork, scooping two big spoonfuls.

Then he ladled fragrant sauce over steaming rice.

After circling the food counters once, he picked up a bowl of seaweed egg soup, then sat down with his tray piled high.

【Qian Zhou: Is Gu Sheng brain-damaged or something?】

He wasn’t cursing—he meant it literally.

【Qian Zhou: He was fine just now, then suddenly snapped at me.】

【System 052: His brain structure is different from normal people. His happiness threshold is too high, and he has mild bipolar disorder.】

【Qian Zhou: Bipolar…】

No wonder he was so scary just now.

【Qian Zhou: So if he has an episode, does he need medication?】

【System 052: Of course. Unfortunately, today he can only tough it out.】

A bad feeling rose in him.

【Qian Zhou: The medicine’s at home?】

【System 052: Exactly.】

Qian Zhou poked his rice with a spoon. If Gu Sheng had an episode today, he probably wouldn’t have the energy to deal with him.

Should he take the chance to run away, leave this city completely?

And wait for the system bug to be fixed, then exit this small world immediately?

But… somehow it didn’t feel right.

【Qian Zhou: Hey, 052, if he doesn’t take his meds, will something bad happen?】

【System 052: Not deadly, but he’ll suffer a lot.】

Qian Zhou didn’t hesitate anymore. He cleared his tray, dumped the leftover vegetable broth, wrapped himself in the coat, and went down to the first floor, leaving the building.

At the top floor, Gu Sheng sat with a dark expression, watching the surveillance feed on his computer.

It showed the boy leaving the building.

Sweat dampened Gu Sheng’s palms, his fingers trembling.

A heavy gloom smothered his chest, unease and agitation tightening around him. With a violent sweep, he knocked all the documents off his desk.

The glass cup shattered into pieces, echoing through the office.

“…President Gu?” his assistant called nervously from outside.

“Get out—!”

Gu Sheng grabbed the speaker and hurled it at the door.

The place fell into silence. No one dared approach him today.

“Why do you still have to run…”

He pressed a hand to his forehead, splitting headache tearing through him.

Why did he choose to leave anyway?

He treated him differently from the others, didn’t he?

So being good to him was useless… he was no different from the rest.

All the same.

Gu Sheng sat on the sofa for a long time, until night had completely fallen.

Then he opened a drawer, his face cold as he took out a bag of white powder.

He had plenty of ways to make people obedient.

Just like the last one—feed him the drug, lock him in the basement, leave him to rot…

He slipped the packet into his pocket, his expression calm as he headed for the elevator and pressed the button.

His assistant crept up behind him. “President Gu… someone came to the front desk just now, wanting to leave something for you.”

Gu Sheng’s icy gaze sliced into him. Cold sweat immediately ran down the assistant’s back.

“You think every piece of trash who sends something deserves to be reported to me?”

“Ah… y-yes, yes…”

The assistant wiped his forehead and scurried away, barking angrily into his phone at the front desk.

“There are all kinds of shady nobodies in this city—don’t you dare think just anyone can be connected to President Gu!”

At that moment, heavy footsteps echoed from the emergency stairs, each step pausing as if the climber needed five seconds to recover.

Gu Sheng didn’t react, didn’t even glance over.

Until the “shady nobody” himself shoved open the iron door, voice raspy and nearly spent as he gasped:

“Gu Sheng…”

Honestly, it sounded no louder than a mosquito.

Qian Zhou had climbed twelve flights, his legs like noodles. He slumped against the wall, collapsing to the floor.

Gu Sheng turned, and saw the boy holding up a black bag, shaking it at him.

He strode over, scooped him up, frowning down at him.

The boy wheezed like a broken bellows, lips pale, heart pounding like a drum.

Qian Zhou managed to choke out:

“The front desk wouldn’t let me leave it, I told them so many times, but they still wouldn’t let me in… I tried the side entrance, but got lost, then security chased me and I almost ran into the women’s restroom. Finally I hitched the elevator up here—only to realize you were in Building B…”

Qian Zhou tugged lightly at Gu Sheng’s sleeve, turning his body to show him his back.

His white shirt was torn at the seams.

The collar at his nape was wrinkled, and there was a visible red mark around his neck.

Just then, hurried footsteps thundered closer, and four or five security guards burst out of the stairwell.

Panting, they searched for the intruder.

But when they met that icy gaze, they instantly deflated.

“P-President Gu…”

They were all tall, muscular young men, carefully selected through layers of screening.

Gu Sheng glanced down at the boy in his arms, faint surprise flickering.

Quite a runner, huh?

But then his eyes landed on the mark at his neck, and his expression darkened again.

“If you like chasing people so much, run ten laps around the business district.”

“Finish, and be at work tomorrow. Fail, and—”

Still holding the boy, he turned back toward the office.

“—you’re fired.”

The young guards exchanged glances. One threw his cap on the floor.

“That little eel could run like hell!”

The assistant jabbed a finger at them.

“Not a little eel! He’s not some shady nobody—he’s the young master! You don’t even recognize the young master?!”

“Hurry up and start running!”