Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 51

The hospital room was crowded with several people, and Qian Zhou was cornered against the wall.

One person was hanging on his waist, while another was kneeling in front of him.

Pei Fangyu’s body was a little tense. At home, he had heard this man’s name countless times.

Gu Sheng—the terrifying figure in the business world who could summon clouds with a flip of his hand and turn them into rain with another.

Cheng Xiao quickly pulled Jiang En back, smiling as he shielded him behind himself. “Our Xiao En doesn’t have any other intentions.”

Pei Fangyu’s mind was still muddled, unable to analyze what Cheng Xiao’s words meant.

But then, a sudden thought struck him—he decided to go all in.

Pei Fangyu stood up, shoved the roses into Gu Sheng’s hand, and said earnestly:

“Please rest assured, even though I haven’t inherited my father’s company yet, I already have the shares he gave me. If Qian Zhou follows me in the future, I will never let him suffer!”

“The moment I first saw him, I knew he was the only one for me.”

The veins on Gu Sheng’s hand bulged as he clutched the roses. The stems were crushed out of shape, and the kraft paper wrapping was on the verge of splitting apart.

“Please believe me!” Pei Fangyu pressed.

The air in the hospital room seemed to freeze. The younger generation of the Pei family had no idea of the height of the sky or the depth of the earth.

Ji Ji, sensitive to danger, quietly slipped behind the curtains.

Jiang En’s mouth fell wide open in shock. He exchanged a glance with Cheng Xiao and whispered, “Will he die?”

Cheng Xiao shook his head. “He won’t be leaving this room alive.”

This wasn’t just arrogance—it was sheer suicidal bravery. He actually dared to confess his feelings for someone right in front of Gu Sheng.

How could he dare?!

The sharp crack of flower stems snapping made everyone’s heart jump.

Pei Fangyu was about to continue speaking when Gu Sheng cut him off coldly, “Enough.”

Just two simple words, but carrying an authority that brooked no refusal.

Pei Fangyu instinctively shut his mouth, faintly realizing that something was terribly wrong.

Gu Sheng tossed the flowers back at him, grabbed Qian Zhou by the wrist, and pulled him out of the room.

At the door, he added casually, “Send my regards to Old Master Pei.”

A chill shot down Pei Fangyu’s spine.

That didn’t sound… like a simple greeting.

Sensing Gu Sheng’s foul mood, Qian Zhou obediently followed him out.

In the hospital corridor, a few people occasionally passed by, but Gu Sheng still held his wrist lightly, not letting go.

Qian Zhou trailed half a step behind, sneaking peeks at Gu Sheng’s leg.

For every step Gu Sheng took, Qian Zhou had to hurry 1.5 steps to keep up. Even though he was walking as fast as he could, he still lagged behind a little.

Qian Zhou looked down at himself.

His legs were a bit short.

The corridor stretched long, and Gu Sheng was always just a little ahead of him.

There were faint calluses on Gu Sheng’s palm, rough with friction—the kind that came from handling heavy equipment. Qian Zhou’s fingers curled slightly.

He remembered the dumbbell racks in the home gym. He had once lifted the heaviest pair he could manage to show off for ten seconds, only for Gu Sheng to replace them with lighter ones, telling him he should start small.

There had been amusement in his tone, and it was gentle too.

As they passed a corridor window overlooking a small garden full of flowers, Gu Sheng slowed until he was walking beside him.

Qian Zhou turned his head, but Gu Sheng kept his eyes straight ahead.

Suddenly, the corridor didn’t seem so long anymore.

Qian Zhou rolled up the sleeves of his hospital gown and broke the silence first: “Gu Sheng, I didn’t accept his flowers.”

“Mm.” Gu Sheng responded faintly.

Stopping outside the examination area, Qian Zhou asked, “You’re taking me for a check-up?”

“I’m getting a check-up.” Gu Sheng replied.

Qian Zhou’s heart clenched, and like a little tail, he followed him into the room.

The doctor’s office was small. He gestured for Gu Sheng to sit on the stool, while Qian Zhou stood behind him.

The doctor pulled the curtain shut. “Take off your shirt. And this one is…?”

“I’m family.” Qian Zhou blurted out, showing no sign of leaving.

Gu Sheng stripped off his shirt without hesitation, and the doctor began examining his arm.

His muscles were lean and defined, not overdone. His shoulder-to-waist ratio was striking, a perfect inverted triangle.

Qian Zhou watched the doctor press here and there along Gu Sheng’s arm.

When he pressed one spot, Gu Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Does it hurt here?” the doctor asked.

“It’s fine,” Gu Sheng answered.

The doctor returned to his desk, typing briskly on the keyboard. “Your recovery isn’t great. After a muscle strain, you mustn’t lift heavy objects. You need plenty of rest.”

“If you have family, it’s best if you don’t carry things at all. Rest is crucial to healing quickly.”

Before Gu Sheng could reply, Qian Zhou had planted both hands on the desk. “A muscle strain?!”

The doctor adjusted his glasses and pointed at Gu Sheng. “It’s mild. The swelling was noticeable on the first day.”

Qian Zhou carefully supported Gu Sheng’s arm, lowering his head, even the hair on his crown seeming to droop.

Even after they left the exam room, he was still gently holding Gu Sheng’s arm.

From a distance, it looked almost like Qian Zhou was clinging to him affectionately.

Pei Fangyu, sitting outside the ward, saw the scene and shriveled further, kicking his discarded roses under the bench.

Gu Sheng casually placed a hand on Qian Zhou’s waist, giving him a sidelong glance.

But Qian Zhou’s attention was fixed entirely on Gu Sheng’s arm, and no one noticed.

Just as Gu Sheng reached for the door handle, Qian Zhou rushed to say, “Let me do it!”

Bang!

He shut the door right in Pei Fangyu’s face.

Pei Fangyu: “…?”

He stared wide-eyed at the crack in the door, his mind exploding with realization.

Gu Sheng… just now… did he smile at him provocatively?!!

Witnessing it all, System 052 snorted in Qian Zhou’s head.

【System 052: Gu Sheng is definitely the superior one.】

【Qian Zhou: Yeah, he’s 1.93 meters tall.】

【System 052: …Right, right.】

At this rate, Gu Sheng didn’t even need to chase.

He could just squat there with a sack, and Qian Zhou would climb into it himself.

Hopeless.

After learning about Gu Sheng’s strained arm and poor recovery, Qian Zhou refused to let him do anything.

In the afternoon, Pei Fangyu came again with another bouquet. Ji Ji perched on his shoulder as the two peeked into the ward.

Seeing someone at the door, Qian Zhou put down his cup and walked over. “Pei Fangyu? Why are you here?”

Pei Fangyu’s ears turned red. “Well, Qian Zhou, actually I—”

Clatter!

Qian Zhou immediately turned around, just in time to see Gu Sheng accidentally drop the kettle.

It had just finished boiling, and hot water splashed across the tiles, steaming.

A clear red patch showed on the back of Gu Sheng’s hand.

Before Pei Fangyu could finish his sentence, Qian Zhou was already at Gu Sheng’s side.

He urgently pulled him into the washroom to run cold water over it. “Did you get burned anywhere else?”

Gu Sheng lowered his gaze to him. “Probably not.”

“Let me check.” Qian Zhou bent closer, inspecting him all over.

“But you were fine earlier…”

Gu Sheng’s face didn’t change. “Maybe I suddenly pulled a muscle.”

Pei Fangyu: “……”

That sudden, huh.