After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 1

Gu Jiaoyang reckoned he must have fallen asleep earlier, so he assumed he was currently dreaming.

“Hah…”

Low, guttural panting filled his ears the sort of sound that could only come from a mature man brimming with potent Yang energy.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Gu Jiaoyang realized something was amiss. He had clearly been refining a rare artifact just moments ago; he must have triggered the artifact’s illusion array!

He realised this because he seemed to be inside a speeding vehicle and a luxury sports car at that!

His body began to register an increasingly vivid, rhythmic impact of pleasure. His physique, which had been tempered by years of abstinence and cultivation, finally tasted the forbidden fruit, and once started, it was unstoppable. He couldn’t care less about the warnings in the cultivation scriptures now; he only wanted to dive headfirst into this tender trap and fight three hundred rounds with this figure conjured by the artifact.

No wonder so many of his predecessors had failed to refine this treasure. This thing was truly formidable it struck straight at the heart, scratching the very itch one couldn’t reach. It felt so good he was practically sobbing!

Wonderful! Truly wonderful!

To walk through the mortal realm like this even if his cultivation base was completely destroyed as a result he would have no regrets.

Gu Jiaoyang let himself go, becoming sweetly intoxicated within the heart-demon’s embrace, until he was simply too exhausted to keep his eyes open and drifted into unconsciousness.

A thousand words could be summed up in one: Bliss.

He only hoped that when his Junior Brother returned home and found him in his bedroom, having failed his meditation and lost all his cultivation, he wouldn’t disturb the Master.

He actually wanted another go.

Before being worn out completely by the man the artifact had conjured, Gu Jiaoyang secretly smacked his lips in satisfaction.

The night was long, ample time to be thorough.

The Dai Residence

A man dressed in casual loungewear leaned against the doorframe, pushing up his glasses. He tapped a notebook rhythmically against the other side of the frame with his right hand, staying silent for a long while before finally bursting out:

“Old Dai, I’m telling you, they’ve really crossed the line this time! He’s just a student, for Christ’s sake!”

“I’ve brought the examination results; have a look in a bit. The lad’s injuries are rather severe, and it was definitely his first time… Honestly, mate, I’m not joking… his university entrance exams are in a few days. After going through a night like that, ninety-nine per cent of people wouldn’t be able to move past it.”

The man holding the notebook frowned, continuing to tap against the doorframe. He felt a mix of revulsion and fury regarding the trap his best friend had fallen into.

And then there was that innocent child.

The man sitting on a folding stool, currently peeling mature ginger, paused his movements upon hearing this. He stayed silent for a moment before resuming his task, his thoughts unreadable.

The kitchen auntie, having had her job usurped by her employer, stood tremulously to the side, tidying up the fridge with her heart in her mouth.

When Mr. Dai had returned in the early hours of the morning carrying a soft, unconscious young man, she had thought that after all these lonely years, he had finally found a companion. Regardless of gender, having someone intimate in the house was surely a good thing.

But who would have thought? It turned out to be a poor pitiable child swept up in ruthless business tactics, someone who hadn’t even finished secondary school yet…

What a sin!

The auntie didn’t dare sigh aloud. After finishing her tidying, she whispered a quick word and went out to do the marketing. Seeing Mr. Dai in this state, she decided she’d better buy some quality ingredients to make a restorative soup for the lad.

.Forget it. I suppose you aren’t exactly skilled at handling this sort of mess. Why don’t you hand the boy over to me? Treat it as if I.

“No need. I will take responsibility.”

“…What?! Cough, cough…”

The bespectacled man, who had been ready to take the fall for his mate, didn’t even get the chance to finish his sentence. He was so startled by his friend’s tone which brooked no argument that his slender fingers nearly dropped the medical report.

“Hang on… you… responsibility? You haven’t got a clue about this sort of thing. I’m telling you, it’d be better to give him to me…”

“Qi Jing.”

The man scraping the ginger tapped the peeler against the side of the bowl to dislodge the skin. He called out the bespectacled man’s name. The tone was familiar but laced with a distinct thread of anger.

“Right then. Boss Dai calls the shots; this humble one won’t interfere.”

Receiving the clear signal that Dai Gucan wasn’t joking, Qi Jing consciously mimed zipping his lips shut. He raised both hands in surrender, indicating the page was turned and he wouldn’t discuss it further.

Still, he hadn’t expected Dai Gucan to be quite so ‘pure’. For the wealthy scions of Changjing, facing a dubious one-night stand like this usually meant leaving a bank card on the nightstand. The word “responsibility” was generally reserved for business negotiations; in the romantic arena, it was just a sweet nothing that neither party took seriously.

But coming from Dai Gucan’s mouth, it was shocking, yet somehow… completely in character.

After all, Dai Gucan was different from the local rich kids of Changjing. He was exceptionally earnest.

“Alright then, I won’t disturb you and your little… er, little friend. See you later.” Qi Jing flipped through the report in his hand one last time, tossed it casually onto the table, and confirmed there was nothing else for him to do. He whistled a tune and sauntered off a man nearing thirty with absolutely no sense of gravity.

“Mm.”

Dai Gucan, having finished chopping the ginger into chunks, gave a faint hum of acknowledgement. He frowned as he looked into the pot at the three crucian carp, staring back at him with dead, unblinking eyes.

“Dead little bastards. Don’t let me catch you.”

Dai Gucan swore very quietly. Even though his motion of placing the ginger into the clay pot was elegant, the coarse words caused a jarring, momentary demonic shift in his elite, refined aura.

He absolutely loathed those types of the ones who couldn’t beat him in the boardroom, so they resorted to these filthy tricks to harm people.

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