After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 5

I am extremely sorry for what happened before, but the fact remains that it has happened, so there is no use dwelling on it. Regarding this matter, I have had my assistant draw up an agreement. You can consider whether you wish to sign it or not. Before signing, you may choose to continue resting here or return home to pack your things.

Having organised his thoughts, Dai Gucan sat back in his chair, legs crossed, his knuckles rapping lightly against the armrest a telltale sign that he was deep in calculation. Had his secretary been present, they would have known instantly that their CEO was plotting something.

“What agreement?” Gu Jiaoyang feigned ignorance, one finger lightly tracing the glass wall of his water cup. At an angle hidden from Dai Gucan, he manipulated his spiritual energy, causing the water level to bob up and down.

“…It’s an agreement regarding my taking responsibility.”

Dai Gucan had originally intended to simply marry the boy and look after him for four years as compensation for ruining his university entrance exams. However, given the current observations, he felt the need to play the long game. Thus, he swallowed the words “marriage agreement” and gave a rather dry, vague answer instead.

“Oh… alright then.” Gu Jiaoyang didn’t press further. His gaze swept carelessly from the man’s face down to his long legs, exposed by the change in posture.

Long and straight, with just the right amount of muscle.

Feeling like he had hit the jackpot regardless of the outcome, Gu Jiaoyang tapped the water cup and made a show of getting up. The moment he slid off the bed, his hand ‘slipped’. The cup, which had been half-full, suddenly surged with water as it tipped at an angle Dai Gucan couldn’t see and spilt entirely over his clothes and the bedsheet.

It successfully drenched the majority of the simple outfit he was wearing beneath his school uniform.

Presumably, because Dai Gucan hadn’t had time to grab his clothes when carrying him back in the early hours, Gu Jiaoyang was currently wearing one of Dai Gucan’s shirts inside his school blazer. And between his legs? He was going commando. Since the family doctor had applied medicine, a towel had been placed on the bedsheet to prevent the ointment from staining the linen.

In reality, Gu Jiaoyang’s own spiritual energy had long since metabolised the medicine during his sleep. Now, utterly refreshed, he sat on the edge of the bed, duvet thrown aside, with a large glass of water soaked into his shirt. The fabric turned semi-transparent instantly, clinging to him as water dripped steadily between his legs…

“Oh dear… sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Gu Jiaoyang blinked, speaking with the utmost innocence.

Dai Gucan caught a hurried glimpse of glistening water droplets in the sunlight, and a flash of pale, white thighs… Cough, cough.

He immediately averted his gaze and shot to his feet. Marching straight to the wardrobe, he pulled out a set of his own pyjamas and, keeping his head turned away, tossed them onto the bed.

“Put these on.”

The process was incredibly swift, as if he were terrified of seeing something he shouldn’t.

Though, in truth, he had already seen everything there was to see.

Gu Jiaoyang chuckled to himself. The way Dai Gucan had moved just now stiff-limbed and panicked was truly adorable.

Dai Gucan’s pyjamas matched his style: dark colours. These were black silk with a subtle dark grid pattern, cool to the touch and perfect for summer. Gu Jiaoyang’s goal in wetting himself had precisely been to get into the master of the house’s clothes.

Step one of approaching a boyfriend: stay in his house. Check. Step two: wear his clothes.

Feeling his strategy was spot on, Gu Jiaoyang draped the oversized pyjamas over his shoulders. Dai Gucan had thrown the entire set, but Gu Jiaoyang had no intention of wearing it all. He simply pulled on the top, used his discarded wet clothes to dab away the water stains on his skin, then extended his wrists forward, speaking in a pitiful, aggrieved tone: “My hands hurt. Mr Dai, could you help me button this up?”

Dai Gucan, who had been steadfastly looking away, turned his head at the sound. He was immediately hooked by the sight of the little lazy cat bathing in the sunlight, wearing his clothes. The slanted neckline revealed a small, exquisite shoulder. The thought that he had nibbled on that tender, delicious shoulder several times the night before, combined with the glimpse of the small chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt…

The area below his ears began to heat up again.

“I have matters to attend to. Take your time dressing.”

At this point, he couldn’t care less about whether he should be taking care of the invalid. Realising his thoughts were veering into dangerous territory, Dai Gucan left a hurried excuse and practically fled the bedroom.

Thirty years of abstinence, and the moment he breaks it, his mind is filled with nothing but unclear thoughts.

After Dai Gucan had left looking rather like he was running away Gu Jiaoyang stood in the sun, feeling the slow nourishment of the Solar True Qi, and finally couldn’t help laughing out loud.

Oh my, why is this man so cute!

Gu Jiaoyang buttoned the shirt himself, keeping the smile on his face as he picked up the mobile phone.

The phone on the bedside table, sporting a Doraemon case, could only belong to the original owner. He tried the fingerprint unlock, and sure enough, it opened. Gu Jiaoyang flipped through the call log and found that, just as written in the original novel, the most frequent calls were with a form tutor named Li. Apart from that, there was nothing.

The call log in the deleted items bin showed calls from a year ago. The contact names were listed as his father and mother’s full names.

Yes, full names, not ‘Dad’ or ‘Mum’.

Given the attendance rate of the original host’s parents, their own son probably struggled to remember what they were actually called.

This confirmed, in a way, that he was indeed Gu Mian. It was just that due to his transmigration, the original host’s name had changed to match his own.

This wasn’t something worth dwelling on. As a cultivator, his attitude towards science was half-belief, half-utility. Even if they used the conveniences science brought to daily life, there were some things science simply couldn’t explain.

Having seen all manner of strange things, Gu Jiaoyang settled down quickly. He didn’t agonise over the past, nor did he place excessive hope on the future.

Cultivate in the present realm; seizing the now was the most important thing.

He tapped through other apps on the phone. WeChat had a notification dot. Opening it, he found a message of concern from his form tutor, essentially saying they knew he was unwell and granting him leave.

Gu Jiaoyang guessed Dai Gucan must have contacted the school. Otherwise, taking leave a few days before the university entrance exams would have prompted the teacher to call the parents, asking if the student had had a mental breakdown.

Since there were no issues with school, he ought to try getting along with Mr Dai properly.

Speaking of the entrance exams (the Gaokao), Gu Jiaoyang decided that even if he didn’t make a good start with Dai Gucan and got kicked out, he wouldn’t be taking them.

In his previous life, he had dropped out of school during junior high due to health reasons, then followed his Master to cultivate. He didn’t recover his health until he was sixteen or seventeen, and by then, he had no desire to return to academic studies. Even though education was the path for most people to change their destiny in that world, for him, he had already stepped into the ranks of the few who chose cultivation. Even in a new world, he had no intention of returning to an ordinary life.

This body’s spiritual roots were decent. Plus, this world seemed devoid of other cultivators, so the ambient spiritual energy was acceptable. Combined with the sect knowledge he had learned from his Master, he wasn’t worried about cultivating back to the Golden Core stage before he turned thirty.

He had it all planned out. If he got kicked out, worst case scenario, he could act as a ‘charlatan’ solving supernatural problems. In his spare time, he could rely on this face to do livestreams or something. Or maybe go to an audition and become a celebrity…

Actually, forget being a celebrity. You had to be picky with food to maintain your figure; making lots of money but never being full wasn’t worth it!

Since this world had spiritual energy, it must have vengeful spirits. Spiritual energy and spirits were both edible in a way. Once he stepped into the Qi Refining stage, he wouldn’t need normal food. So, he wouldn’t have to work himself to the bone just to put rice on the table like ordinary people.

But delicious things cost money. Gu Jiaoyang gave a rough thought to his future direction.

In summary, clinging to the golden thigh that was Mr Dai would be the best outcome!

putting down the phone with the Doraemon case, Gu Jiaoyang picked up the serving tray, intending to sneak into the kitchen to find something else to eat.

That’s right. Having been hungry for over a decade in his past life, Gu Jiaoyang’s number one pursuit in life now was eating. Even the most beautiful of men had to come second to food.

Dai Gucan only began to calm down after leaving the bedroom. He returned to the kitchen on the ground floor and stared at the half-eaten crucian carp left in the pot, sinking into deep thought.

It seemed that since last night, his life had been completely thrown into disarray.

From carrying a person straight up to his bedroom, to personally cooking carp soup, to even phoning his secretary to draft that ghostly “responsibility agreement”…

His routine life, which usually consisted of drawing a straight line between home and the office, had been disrupted. He imagined that when his secretary received the call, their jaw must have hit the floor.

The house clearly had guest rooms, so why had he carried the boy into his private space?

Dai Gucan, who had been accustomed to being the only living breath on these three floors for years, rubbed his furrowed brow. Perhaps it was a lapse in judgement caused by exhaustion from not sleeping all night.

The faint, clean scent on the boy had disturbed the cold, sterile smell of his bedroom. Ever since he pushed open the door at noon and saw the boy like a little lazy cat in the sunlight, his heart had begun to soften unconditionally. He hadn’t just helped feed him; he had even blown on the spoon like he was feeding a child.

Well, he supposed he was a child, even if he harboured secrets Dai Gucan didn’t know yet.

Dai Gucan sighed. The muscles exposed by his rolled-up sleeves tightened. Seeming unwilling to face his sudden abnormality, he grabbed the ladle from the rack nearby, scooped up a large mouthful of soup, and swallowed it down. He desperately wished these troublesome thoughts would digest and vanish along with the food.

The market selling fresh produce wasn’t exactly close to the Dai residence, but fortunately, there was a driver specifically assigned to take the kitchen auntie shopping. This allowed her to browse a bit longer and wait for the freshest ingredients.

For instance, fresh beef and mutton just arrived from the pasture, or fruits just being unboxed.

These items didn’t require the auntie to carry them in herself. So, she returned to the Dai residence first, unlocked the door, changed her clothes, and went into the kitchen only to find Mr Dai burying his head in a ladle, drinking soup.

What sort of habit was this? That was cooked for the lad; why was Mr Dai sneaking a taste?

The kitchen auntie gave a very righteous cough.

Caught red-handed, Mr Dai glanced calmly at the kitchen auntie. He put down the ladle with immense elegance. If one ignored the tiny speck of fish meat at the corner of his mouth, he looked just like a scholar researching ingredient ratios.

“Good afternoon, Mr Dai. I’ve finished the shopping. I bought some fresh meat and got some new fruits. I didn’t know what the child likes to eat, so I bought a little of everything,” the auntie reported as she sanitised her hands, preparing to start on dinner.

Even though it was only past 2 PM, some dishes required long hours of stewing. Especially for the child upstairs—if he was to nourish his body, the meat needed to be stewed until it was soft and tender for easy absorption, ensuring it wouldn’t burden his digestion.

The kitchen auntie naturally knew a lot. In this world, same-sex marriage was legal, and there were even artificial wombs for men, so this sort of situation wasn’t strange. She actually wished she knew more recipes so she could serve Mr Dai’s dietary needs perfectly.

Although she had only been with Mr Dai for a few years, she sincerely wished him well. Ideally, he would find a partner and have a chubby little baby. Otherwise, eating alone at a table full of dishes every day… how lonely that must be.

It would be better if the house was noisy and lively at mealtimes, like her own home!

The working-class woman had her own unique way of caring, but she also knew the rules of these big shots, so she simply stayed in her lane and tried to do her job better.

When Gu Jiaoyang walked out of the bedroom carrying the tray, he couldn’t help but sigh at the decadence of capitalism. The stairs of the three-storey villa were carpeted with plush wool. It looked as if it was replaced frequently; the edges were pristine with no wear, and the pile hadn’t been flattened by use, curling distinctly layer by layer. And if he wasn’t mistaken, the large cylinder running vertically beside the stairs seemed to be a small lift. The glass casing had a floral-patterned base it was actually quite pretty.

However, the door was sealed tight; it looked like it wasn’t used often.

Good lord, installing a lift in a three-storey villa. The estate agent probably assumed a wealthy buyer would want to enjoy luxury, but little did they know this buyer was someone who liked climbing stairs.

Gu Jiaoyang recalled the wealthy families described in his Senior Sister’s Mary Sue tycoon novels. Presumably, they were all like this filled with the scent of money everywhere.

The stairs weren’t long; two turns and he was at the bottom. Gu Jiaoyang casually ran his hand over the carvings on the banister. There were patterns darker than the wood itself, arranged very rhythmically. It looked like F-script*, interspersed with some punctuation marks and spaces. He didn’t recognise the script, but that didn’t stop him from sensing the spiritual energy embedded beneath the carvings.

Normally speaking, some residences did have a custom of carving scriptures or runes onto banisters for decoration. The content was usually epic poetry or songs representing good luck or hope. It served as psychological comfort and, to a certain extent, formed a special field—like a mini array, though the effects were negligible.

However, the spiritual energy in the text was far beyond what ordinary humans could perceive. So, the person who decorated this house was likely a cultivator too.

Interesting.

Gu Jiaoyang flicked the final section of the banister, skipping over this small detail as he carried the tray to find the kitchen.

Eating was still more important.

The kitchen auntie was watching the bodyguards carry the ingredients in from outside. There was still some time before dinner, so she decided to prepare some sweet fruits for the child first.

She turned around and saw the boy coming down the stairs.

Oho, he was wearing Mr Dai’s pyjamas. It seemed their relationship wasn’t as bad as she imagined. She had only heard snippets about plans and agreements, but this boy wasn’t crying or making a fuss, and he was bold enough to wear the master’s clothes. Well, well, well, there’s hope! It looked like the Dai family might soon have a young male master.

“Hello there, Young Master,” the auntie greeted him warmly, thinking she had discovered the truth. she showed off the unopened fruit in her hands. “Take a seat, Young Master. Auntie will cut some fruit for you.”

“Oh, here, give the tray to Auntie. Go sit on the sofa. In the future, just leave the tray upstairs; another maid will go up to collect it later.”

“Ah? Hello. Thank you.” Gu Jiaoyang was dazzled by the auntie’s familiar, enthusiastic smile. He handed over the tray and smiled back. He had only intended to scrounge for food, but this auntie was offering to cut fruit for him directly.

The life of the rich really is good. Tsk.

Because the kitchen had a semi-transparent sliding door separating it, Dai Gucan who was still inside only realised the boy had come downstairs after seeing the auntie put the tray into the dishwasher.

Dai Gucan froze slightly. Suddenly, he didn’t feel much like stepping out of the kitchen door today.

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