Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Ning Ruan thought to himself, I don’t care what you are! He’d already been called a little pervert  if he called Qi Siyue Brother now, wouldn’t that make him look too cowardly?

He couldn’t back down.

In reality, Ning Ruan was being pinned into a corner by Qi Siyue. High school is an age brimming with hormonal energy; moreover, Qi Siyue and his friends had a bottomless supply of restless strength. Confining a pretty little boy in his arms was as easy as flipping a hand.

Ning Ruan struggled to push against Qi Siyue’s chest, but he couldn’t budge him. Instead, the friction from Qi Siyue’s movements caused his shorts to slide up slightly, leaving his fair thighs reddened from the contact with Qi Siyue’s trousers.

Ning Ruan looked at Qi Siyue pitifully and called out reluctantly, Brother Siyue gege.

The way Ning Ruan said those words made Qi Siyue’s heart rate go haywire. Sht.*

Hmph, a scheming ‘homo’ indeed.

Calling someone Brother with such a pitiful tone who was he trying to seduce?

Ning Ruan pursed his lips. Qi Siyue really wasn’t giving him any “pervert respect. Ning Ruan’s face was flushed pink with anger. What kind of pervert gets held captive by someone else? Was he the pervert, or was Qi Siyue the pervert?

Let me go! Don’t push your luck, or I’ll steal your socks next time! Ning Ruan tried his best to look fierce, but the way the youth glared was like a kitten hissing it wasn’t scary at all; rather, it was incredibly cute.

Qi Siyue suddenly snapped back to his senses and released Ning Ruan. His gaze unconsciously drifted to Ning Ruan’s reddened thighs, wondering to himself: How does he turn red just from a little friction?

A fragile little cat.

Qi Siyue didn’t speak for the rest of the journey. It wasn’t until the car drove into a luxury villa district that Qi Siyue looked at Ning Ruan with confusion. Since Ning Ruan lived here, why did he walk home from school?

Was Ning Ruan not liked by his family?

Well, it made sense. What prestigious family would accept a gay child? It was perfectly normal for Ning Ruan to be disliked.

Qi Siyue’s mind raced with thoughts until Ning Ruan pushed the door open and left. Watching Ning Ruan’s retreating back, Qi Siyue muttered softly, No manners at all. Can’t even say goodbye?

The driver interrupted Qi Siyue’s sulking. Young Master, are we going home now?

Qi Siyue replied, No rush.

Qi Siyue’s home was actually across half the city from Ning Ruan’s. His “it’s on the way” had covered nearly half the urban area.

In the car, Qi Siyue felt compelled to call his mother. Mom, don’t we have a villa in the East District? I want to move there.

His mother was puzzled. When she had suggested he move there before, hadn’t he complained that all his childhood friends were in the West District and refused to go? Why the change of heart?

Mother Qi: Are you not going to commute to school with Lu Xingchuan anymore?

Qi Siyue glanced at his phone. A message from Lu Xingchuan had just arrived: Siyue, how do you think I should reject Ning Ruan? I don’t want to hurt him. What do you think he’s going to do with my socks?

Qi Siyue was annoyed to death. “Who cares where he lives? I’m not that close to him. It’s like everyone thinks they’re so popular.”

Just because someone stole a sock, Lu Xingchuan thought Ning Ruan liked him. Why hadn’t he noticed Lu Xingchuan was such a narcissist before?

Men really get overconfident just because they have two legs.

Lu Xingchuan had no idea that he had been labeled a  narcissist and over confidently average by his own best friend.

Qi Siyue: Mom, just give me the code for the villa. I’m not coming back today. I’ll be living there for a while.

Mother Qi didn’t know what conflict had arisen between Qi Siyue and Lu Xingchuan, but she didn’t interfere. The two boys had grown up together; a little bickering was no big deal.

After getting out of the car, Ning Ruan headed straight for a villa in the estate. He pushed open the ornate iron gate. In the courtyard, everyone was busy tidying up, but no one greeted him.

From the attitudes of the gardener, the butler, and the maids, it was clear that although Ning Ruan lived here, he was not welcome.

Ning Ruan ran upstairs with his backpack, following 007’s directions to his room. As 007 was explaining his status in the family, Ning Ruan listening intently slammed into a hard chest. He was dazed by the impact and nearly missed his footing on the stairs.

A man grabbed his wrist, and only then did Ning Ruan manage to steady himself.

The man immediately retracted his hand as if he had touched something filthy.

Ning Ruan looked up. The man before him was tall and straight, handsome with an extraordinary aura. Around thirty years old, the years had refined him into someone who appeared calm yet powerful.

However, the man was currently frowning with dissatisfaction, as if he were looking at a defective product. No matter how he looked at Ning Ruan, he felt uncomfortable.

Ning Ruan blinked slowly, connecting the man to the plot 007 had mentioned. This must be his non-blood-related uncle Song Zhuo.

Ning Ruan whispered, Uncle.

Song Zhuo’s brow furrowed so deeply it could have crushed a fly. Watch where you’re going. Do I have to teach you that too?

Ning Ruan:

Ning Ruan argued softly in his heart: If you were watching where you were going, I wouldn’t have hit you.

Isn’t a collision both people’s fault? Why blame only him?

Song Zhuo stared at Ning Ruan’s reddened forehead, his expression remaining cold. Put away those filthy thoughts of yours. I’m not like those immature boys outside; I’m not that easy to fool.

Ning Ruan was baffled, but in the next second, Song Zhuo gave him no chance to defend himself, criticizing him harshly before ordering him upstairs.

Song Zhuo had been in the study earlier. He had seen the moment Ning Ruan stepped out of a Rolls-Royce. At that moment, his disgust for Ning Ruan reached its peak.

Ning Ruan was truly just like his disgraceful parents lacking ambition, only thinking of climbing the social ladder and becoming a parasitic dodder flower.

Song Zhuo had been lost as a child and ended up in the Ning family, becoming their youngest son. But the Ning family treated him poorly, beating and scolding him at every turn. It wasn’t until he returned to the Song family that the Nings changed their ugly faces.

They used their “kindness” to demand that Song Zhuo get Ning Ruan into Jiayu High School and let him stay in his house until graduation. If it were just about education, Song Zhuo wouldn’t hate the family this much.

However, Ning Ruan’s parents sent him there solely to seduce Song Zhuo or any powerful classmate, hoping Ning Ruan would drag them up the social ladder.

To make matters worse, Ning Ruan himself was unambitious. Since moving into the Song household, he had played countless disgusting tricks.

Today’s accidental fall into his arms was mild compared to his past behavior.

However, it seemed Ning Ruan had already hooked a “sucker” at school. The sucker’s car had parked outside for a long time before leaving it had the vibe of a puppy love farewell.

Waiting for the other person to go inside before leaving… even after they went inside, still lingering under the window like a lovesick fool.

Song Zhuo narrowed his eyes coldly. What a fantasy. Does he really think he can just seduce the young masters of wealthy families? In the end, he’ll just be used and discarded, left with nothing.

Ning Ruan was both stupid and wicked. How could someone whose life was controlled by their parents ever take responsibility for him?

After hearing 007 explain the relationship, Ning Ruan’s round eyes went wide. Qiqi, am I so ‘perverted’ that I even bully Song Zhuo?

He felt Song Zhuo wasn’t someone easily bullied. Song Zhuo looked very scary.

007: That’s right! One of the missions you need to complete today involves Song Zhuo. Your task is to make him spend money on you, and after spending his money, you have to sneak a kiss to disgust him.

Ning Ruan propped his chin on his hand, his pen aimlessly poking at a test paper. He didn’t know how to do the problems, but the paper had to be turned in. Looking at the test gave him a headache; he had never passed a subject since he was a child.

Now he had to go to school even while doing missions.

He didn’t even fully process 007’s words, just staring at the paper and answering absentmindedly, Okay, Qiqi. Is Song Zhuo very rich?

007: Of course he’s rich! But he’s very low key. The Song family is one of the richest in City A. He has so much money he couldn’t spend it all if he tried.

Ning Ruan completely gave up his struggle with the homework and slumped onto the desk. Then will he use a tiny, tiny bit of his money to buy me an ice cream?

Ning Ruan licked his lips crave-fully. He had seen someone eating ice cream on the way home and really wanted some.

The way Ning Ruan looked up at 007 made the system’s mind go blank. 007 instinctively responded, Of course he will!

That old geezer Song Zhuo what’s wrong with spending a little money on the baby?

Ning Ruan’s long, curled lashes fluttered. Qiqi, can I have the slightly expensive kind? I’ve never had an ice cream that cost more than five yuan.

007: Why wouldn’t you be able to?

In 007’s eyes, Ning Ruan could have the most expensive ice cream in the world.

If only the system could convert points directly into money, it would buy the ice cream itself instead of relying on that old man Song Zhuo.

Stupid Quick Transmigration Bureau, the exchange mechanism is so flawed.

Ning Ruan threw his pen aside and hopped off the chair, his clear voice brimming with joy. Let’s go then, Qiqi! Let’s go complete the mission!

Ning Ruan crept up to the third floor. Song Zhuo had restricted him to the second floor, forbidding him from entering the third, which was Song Zhuo’s private living area. Song Zhuo hated him so much he wouldn’t even eat with him.

Not yet used to being a pervert, Ning Ruan politely knocked on the door. Song Zhuo opened it.

The man had just showered; he was still shrouded in steam. His loosely tied bathrobe revealed a large portion of his chest. His muscles weren’t exaggerated, but the definition of his abdomen was clear. Anyone else would have been unable to look away.

But the one seeing this was Ning Ruan, and Ning Ruan only had ice cream on his mind.

The youth before him blinked his eyes. His lip bead was tucked slightly between his lips, looking irresistibly tempting. His lips were a bit moist.

Song Zhuo frowned. He knew Ning Ruan wouldn’t stay quiet for long; he was already causing trouble the moment he got home. Every time Ning Ruan came back, the house would be turned upside down.

Song Zhuo spoke with disgust, What do you want?

Ning Ruan looked up with his snowy face. Uncle.

The voice was very soft and sticky, sounding like a spoiled child.

Song Zhuo interrupted the act. Just say it.

Ning Ruan: Uncle, do you have a lot of money? So much you can’t count it? So much that you could throw it around for fun and still have some left?

From the moment Ning Ruan said the word money, an impatient look appeared on Song Zhuo’s face. As expected, Ning Ruan was up to no good, constantly calculating how to get his hands on the fortune.

Truly a gold digging little villain.

Song Zhuo looked down at Ning Ruan’s bright red mouth, which was still chattering away. The tempting lip bead was hidden, and because he was talking too much, his lips seemed a bit dry. Ning Ruan couldn’t help but lick them.

The tip of his red tongue darted out slightly, looking like an invitation for a kiss.

Uncle is so good at making money. I’ve never met anyone as amazing as you.

As Ning Ruan continued to pile on the praise as if it cost nothing, Song Zhuo’s dissatisfaction began to weaken. He even had a fleeting thought: Maybe Ning Ruan isn’t a little villain. A child with such a sweet mouth, if he hadn’t been born into that family, would probably be very pampered. People would bring him whatever he wanted.

But Ning Ruan’s next sentence shattered that perception.

Since you have so much money can you spend a tiny bit of it on me?