A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

“Out on a date with someone?”

Yu Mianfeng, who had just stepped out of the stall and was intending to turn on the faucet, paused. He raised his eyes calmly and looked toward the source of the voice.

He was very familiar with the voice familiar enough to be irritating.

Chen Xiulan was leaning against the corner of the restroom, wiping his silver-rimmed glasses with a silk handkerchief. Aside from his suit jacket being unbuttoned, he looked so dignified and proper from head to toe that one might think he could sit in the Central Legislative Hall and give a speech the very next second.

Human-like appearance, beast-like heart.

Yu Mianfeng frowned slightly.

This was a private restroom; the door required temporary biometric identification to pass through, yet Chen Xiulan had somehow gotten in.

He really is like a ghost that just won’t go away.

Why am I encountering this pervert Chen Xiulan again…

Am I being stalked?

He had been out dining with the protagonist shou, looking for an excuse to leave mid-meal to alleviate the tension, only to run into this troublesome person.

What a nuisance.

Seeing Yu Mianfeng eyeing him with an unkind expression, Chen Xiulan smiled with good nature, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He narrowed his eyes, and just as he saw the scene before him clearly, he heard Yu Mianfeng coldly say, “Are you that bored?”

Bored enough to come and peek at him.

The moment Yu Mianfeng thought about how Chen Xiulan might have been standing outside just now, listening to the patter of the water, his expression twisted subtly.

Chen Xiulan’s expression didn’t change as he took a long stride, crossing the tile floor in a few steps. As he walked, he joked, “Well, not exactly bored. I just finished a meeting; those old men are truly difficult to deal with, and it took up some time—”

Before he could finish, Yu Mianfeng interrupted him.

“So, you took time out of your ‘busy schedule’ to harass me?”

Yu Mianfeng intentionally emphasized the words “busy schedule,” his tone carrying a rare fluctuating edge of aggression. He truly could not understand people like Chen Xiulan. Clearly having a mountain of work to deal with, yet his behavior was like that of the cockroach from modern biological history by the time you discovered him in a corner, he had already been staring at you for quite a while.

Used paper cups, the pens he touched while signing, even the empty mineral water bottles he casually discarded everything might be collected by the other party.

So disgusting.

Yu Mianfeng absolutely loathed this feeling of being watched every single moment.

“My apologies.”

Chen Xiulan’s expression was full of genuine apology, though his words suggested otherwise: “Stalking you every day is indeed a critical part of my daily schedule.”

Having not spoken face-to-face for several days, Chen Xiulan seemed even more insane than before. Previously, he would at least feign some disguise for his actions; now, he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend.

If I kill this important male side character right now, will the plot collapse?

Yu Mianfeng took a few calm, steady breaths, resisting the urge to draw his gun; he didn’t want to get into a dispute with him.

However, Chen Xiulan chose not to stop there.

He leaned in closer to Yu Mianfeng, his breathing heavy, his actions suggesting he was trying to sniff out a certain scent. His fingertips hooked a stray lock of hair at Yu Mianfeng’s neck, and the smile on his lips widened.

His nose brushed against the hair like a dragonfly skimming the water like a very light kiss.

This distance was entirely inappropriate between a pursuer and the pursued, and equally inappropriate between a pervert and a normal person. Yu Mianfeng lifted his eyelids, looking straight up at Chen Xiulan with a hostile expression.

The next second, his fist landed on the other man.

Chen Xiulan felt the pain in his chest and backed away a few steps, widening the distance between them, before suddenly breaking into a wanton, unrestrained laugh. He squinted at Yu Mianfeng, lifted the hand that had touched Yu Mianfeng’s hair, and with a deeply suggestive implication licked his own fingertip, sucking on it as if it had touched some rare delicacy, making some extremely ambiguous and unsettling “tsk-tsk” sounds.

A mental case.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t want to get entangled any further and couldn’t even be bothered to give Chen Xiulan another look. Just as he was about to go around him, the next sentence stopped him in his tracks.

“You saw me at the bar that day.”

Chen Xiulan paused perfectly, waiting for Yu Mianfeng’s reaction to this statement.

Finally, Yu Mianfeng’s eyes shifted slightly deep, cerulean blue and fixed upon him.

An attitude of near-indifference.

Chen Xiulan had anticipated this, smiling as if to lighten the atmosphere. He stared at the fair, un-flushed side of Yu Mianfeng’s cheek and delivered his next words.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help, but sent a message to Yuan Hechu instead? This makes me feel slightly unbalanced… Well, I admit I’m not a good person, but you seem to have imagined me as far more evil than I am. If you are in danger, I am the safest place to be.”

Chen Xiulan’s expression was exceptionally sincere: “At the very least, no matter how well I disguise myself in front of outsiders, I never hide my obsession with you when I’m with you if you blindly trust others, the consequences might be far more terrifying than falling into my hands.”

By the end, his tone held an inexplicable, coaxing quality.

Yu Mianfeng eyed him coldly.

Chen Xiulan curled his lips, blinked with a smile, and the ambition was unconcealed on that scholarly face.

Being around this kind of person is the most dangerous thing.

Because the disguise had already been torn off, he acted without any scruples.

After a long silence, Yu Mianfeng spoke, though he shifted the topic to something else.

“You saw the recording.” It was a tone of certainty.

Yuan Hechu had told him about the footage from inside the private room that day; Yuan Hechu had privately destroyed it all using secret methods. Yu Mianfeng didn’t think Yuan Hechu would be so careless, unless someone had beaten him to it.

“That bar is my property.” Chen Xiulan didn’t mince words.

“Yu-shao, your reaction that day was very abnormal; you were trembling the whole time you were being touched, and you didn’t even have the strength to struggle… Is it because you like being treated that way?”

Chen Xiulan used a deeply respectful form of address, but the content of his words was far from polite.

“Would you like to experience it? I couldn’t sleep early this morning, so I thought of you and studied up a little.”

Chen Xiulan slowly knelt on one knee; his suit trousers tightened due to his posture, and the white tiles reflected his twisted silhouette. He extended his hand forward, still maintaining that gentle smile, his intent obvious.

His warm breath hit the thin fabric a faint mist of moisture, clammy, and yet perhaps an illusion.

Yu Mianfeng was indeed stunned for a moment, triggered by the unpleasant memory, which gave Chen Xiulan a momentary opportunity.

The moment Chen Xiulan fumbled with the metal buckle of his belt, Yu Mianfeng’s eyes drooped. Looking at the man before him, he finally took action.

He raised that knuckle-defined hand and delivered a crisp slap to Chen Xiulan’s face.

Yu Mianfeng’s expression didn’t change, but when he went to withdraw his hand, it was grabbed by the man in a counter-grip. The scorching palm covered the back of his slightly chilled hand, feeling shockingly hot.

Chen Xiulan forcibly pulled Yu Mianfeng’s hand, ignoring the struggle. He first held the tip of Yu Mianfeng’s middle finger in his mouth, then, inch by inch, began to lick toward the palm.

While performing this act, Chen Xiulan was still looking up at Yu Mianfeng. His glasses were slightly askew, and his scholarly, handsome face bore the slap mark with distinct clarity.

Yu Mianfeng felt nothing but absurdity.

His hand was trembling because of the strange, clammy sensation in his palm, and his breathing was gradually slipping out of his control.

In the saliva… there are pheromones.

Unbearable.

A sharp, white light flashed before his eyes, causing Yu Mianfeng to gradually lose his perception of the world. All that existed was the sensation of touch on his skin.

Yu Mianfeng watched Chen Xiulan, who was wearing the red mark on his face, drop a wet, thick kiss onto his palm. The man then smiled and spoke: “You hit so hard… don’t hurt your hand, baby.”

Yu Mianfeng’s tone was tight, unsure if it was because of Chen Xiulan licking his hand or because he had been subjected to such an overstepping act.

He took a deep breath: “…I haven’t washed my hands.”

“That’s great.” Chen Xiulan smiled slightly: “Just used the restroom; did you use your hands to steady yourself while relieving yourself?”

Yu Mianfeng slapped him again.

This time, he used an exceptionally large amount of force; the glasses frames were completely knocked crooked, matching Chen Xiulan’s professional attire, making his appearance look slightly comical.

Chen Xiulan released the hand he had been restraining, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, and tidied his slightly ruffled clothing with a composed, “human-like” air.

The first time I’ve been this disheveled.

However, after being slapped, Chen Xiulan seemed to appear much more “normal.” He stood quietly beside Yu Mianfeng, watching him wash his hands.

For a time, the room was so quiet that only the sound of splashing water remained.

His onion-white, jade-like fingers were submerged in the flow of water, dyed with faint traces of pink, as if they had been reddened by licking. They were so tender; Chen Xiulan could recall the subtle sensation of it while licking.

Chen Xiulan silently licked his own back molars, curling his lips with a sense of satisfaction.

He lifted his eyes; the mirror in front reflected the figures of the two of them. Yu Mianfeng was hanging his head with a cold, impatient expression, yet due to the size difference between the Alpha and the Beta, it looked as if Chen Xiulan could sweep him into his arms in one go, leaving him without even the ability to struggle.

Chen Xiulan indulged in wild fantasies in his mind until Yu Mianfeng, annoyed by being stared at, sent a cold, hostile gaze his way, at which point he withdrew his look with a sense of regret.

He watched Yu Mianfeng use the hand soap for the third time, scrubbing his right hand with immense force one didn’t even need him to say it out loud to see the overflowing disgust.

Chen Xiulan’s tone held a hint of pity: “There’s no need to be that disgusted with me.”

Yu Mianfeng didn’t answer. He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it squarely into Chen Xiulan’s face.

Not until he saw the miserable state of Chen Xiulan his chest soaked, his eyeglass lenses covered in water droplets did Yu Mianfeng flick the water droplets from his fingertips toward the man’s face and slowly ask: “Are your gums bleeding?”

Yu Mianfeng had just noticed that the fingers Chen Xiulan had licked were covered in a faint, diluted pink tint, and there was a faint metallic smell of blood.

How disgusting.

An Alpha’s saliva and blood are both disgusting.

Chen Xiulan smiled innocently, secretly curling the fingers of his right hand, which had been hanging at his side.

He lightly rubbed his index finger, which he had used to touch Yu Mianfeng’s hair, wiping away the blood that was slowly oozing out. An Alpha’s recovery ability was very strong; no matter how hard he bit down, the wound would heal very quickly.

“I’ve been a bit overheated lately.” Chen Xiulan said with a smile, not bothering to refute Yu Mianfeng’s words.

The two passed by each other. Chen Xiulan stood where he was, making no move, and pulled out his handkerchief to take off his glasses and wipe his face.

Yu Mianfeng strode to the door of the restroom. Just as he was about to scan his iris to leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

“Omegas are sensitive and suspicious; not everyone can endure their partner’s constant questioning. They lack the soothing effect of an Alpha’s pheromones, and if they don’t have their glands removed, they will collapse in the midst of their impulses… BO love is not a good match, and that person doesn’t look like they intend to stay in love with you for long.”

The target of Chen Xiulan’s words was far too obvious.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t grant him a single glance and, without answering, walked straight out of the room.