Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Uncle, can you use a tiny bit of your lots and lots of money to buy me an ice cream?

What? Song Zhuo was in disbelief. After praising him for so long, all Ning Ruan wanted was an ice cream?

It seemed he had misunderstood Ning Ruan.

I want an ice cream, please?

The youth looked up at him, his exquisite and beautiful face appearing even more enticing. His amber eyes held a clear purity innocent and obedient.

A request for an ice cream wasn’t hard to satisfy; or rather, such a request from Ning Ruan didn’t seem to have any hidden malice. Instead, it was perfectly suited for someone his age.

Song Zhuo’s tone became unnatural. Wait a moment.

Soon, Ning Ruan held the ice cream in his hands. Like a kitten lapping water, he took small, dainty licks. Because he licked so slowly, the ice cream began to melt into a liquid, dripping onto his fair fingertips. Ning Ruan then took small licks of his fingertips.

The melted vanilla ice cream was a milky white color. As Ning Ruan sipped the white liquid from his fingers, his red tongue was stained with the milky residue.

The little beauty radiated an indescribable charm, yet his gaze remained utterly simple.

It felt as though anyone who had “dirty thoughts” was the real pervert. As for Ning Ruan, he did nothing wrong; he was just obediently eating his ice cream.

Song Zhuo’s brow twitched as he watched. He didn’t know what had come over him not only did he agree to buy the ice cream, but he even let Ning Ruan eat it in his bedroom.

Song Zhuo took the opportunity to lecture him: “As long as you don’t harbor those wicked thoughts and study hard, I will support you through high school and university. If you want to go abroad to study later, I can pay for that too.”

Ning Ruan, focused on his ice cream, only caught the keyword: Study hard.

Thinking of the test papers still spread out on his desk, Ning Ruan’s delicate brows knitted together. What are test papers? What is studying? Nothing tastes as good as ice cream. No thanks.

Besides, he was here to be a pervert, not a student.

Being a ‘dodder flower’ is never reliable. You need to have the ability to support yourself. I won’t force you to learn things you dislike. Art? Sports? Acting? Whatever you want to learn, I will support you.

Seeing that Ning Ruan wasn’t listening, Song Zhuo’s tone grew harsher. The waters of the elite circles are very deep. It’s not a place for someone like you to wade into. You’ll be eaten alive until nothing but bones remain. I’m not threatening you.

You’re young. If you keep doing this, you’ll ruin yourself sooner or later.

Ning Ruan finally finished his ice cream and looked at Song Zhuo. Uncle, I’m going to wash my hands.

Interrupted mid sentence, Song Zhuo glanced at Ning Ruan’s fair fingertips and nodded.

A moment later, Ning Ruan returned. The youth tilted his head and beckoned to him. Can you bend down a little?

Song Zhuo didn’t understand what Ning Ruan was up to. Every move Ning Ruan made today was unexpected; he could hardly read this dainty little thing.

Ning Ruan’s amber eyes were filled with anticipation, as if Song Zhuo lowering his head would make him very happy.

Song Zhuo rested his hands on his spread-out long legs and, following the request, lowered his head slightly. The youth’s slender white arms wrapped around his neck—skin so white it was dazzling, with only the elbows flushed a pretty pink.

In the next second, he was touched by soft lips. The youth’s lips still carried a chill from the ice cream.

A fragrance spilled from the boy’s lips not just the scent of vanilla, but a different, cloying sweetness that even the ice cream couldn’t mask.

Song Zhuo instinctively opened his mouth, but the youth had already pulled away.

A cool sensation spread through his entire body; even his bones seemed to shiver from the contact. Song Zhuo froze, never expecting he would stay still and let Ning Ruan kiss him. Clearly, the moment Ning Ruan approached, he had thought about dodging.

Song Zhuo’s body remained stiff. In his dark eyes, the image of Ning Ruan’s smiling face was reflected.

I can’t promise you, Uncle. Studying is too hard. I can’t do a single problem on those test papers.

If Uncle isn’t willing to raise me, I’ll just just The youth stuttered before continuing, I’ll just have to find someone else to raise me.

The youth was still smiling sweetly, but a faint pink flush crept over his face, as if he knew that saying such things was wrong and should be embarrassing.

Song Zhuo’s rationality was completely scorched. But before he could grab the boy back for a proper “re-education,” Ning Ruan walked out of the room.

A little prankster.

Ning Ruan had taken advantage of his daze to flee.

Song Zhuo licked his lips, but the fragrance Ning Ruan left behind was gone. Suddenly, a sense of loss surged in the man’s chest.

Ning Ruan ran back to his room, clicked the door shut, and pressed his face against it, looking through the peephole to make sure Song Zhuo wasn’t chasing him.

Good, he didn’t chase me. Ning Ruan patted his chest. Being a pervert meant it was easy to get beaten up; he was a bit worried Song Zhuo would catch him and hit him.

Relieved, Ning Ruan recalled the scene just now, his heart still racing and face flushing. He still couldn’t believe he had actually hugged Song Zhuo and kissed him.

The youth’s round almond eyes sparkled. Being a pervert is so simple! Song Zhuo was stunned.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to kiss him, the result was good.

He was truly talented at bullying people.

Ning Ruan had completed the mission perfectly. The system evaluation even gave him an S-Rank. 007 stared at Ning Ruan’s red lips, feeling a bit uneasy. Baby, remember to gargle. Song Zhuo isn’t like you he’s not fragrant. He definitely has lots of bacteria.

Ning Ruan nodded quickly and went to the bathroom to wash himself thoroughly from head to toe.

After his bath, Ning Ruan spent some time staring at the test papers until his eyelids grew heavy. Unable to hold out, he fell asleep.

In the night, the air conditioning in the room was quite cold. Ning Ruan’s cheek was pressed against the desk, squishing it until it was red. His long, steady breaths seemed sweet.

Song Zhuo approached Ning Ruan and frowned. How did he fall asleep here?

Is homework really that hard? That exhausting?

Other kids studied hard, but Ning Ruan was so delicate he couldn’t handle any of it.

The tall man sighed, but in the end, he didn’t wake Ning Ruan. Instead, he started working on the unfinished test papers for him.

He picked Ning Ruan up. The youth was slender and felt impossibly light in his arms. Song Zhuo frowned. Does the butler mistreat him because I ignore him? Are they not feeding him what he likes?

He completely ignored that it was his own dismissive attitude that caused the servants to look down on Ning Ruan.

He placed the boy on the bed and tucked him in. Song Zhuo then stared at Ning Ruan’s lips for a long time, lost in thought.

He flipped through Ning Ruan’s test papers, intending to see which problems the boy didn’t understand so he could tutor him tomorrow.

He still didn’t approve of Ning Ruan’s idea of finding “someone else” to raise him.

To his surprise, the three test papers were cleaner than Ning Ruan’s fair face.

Song Zhuo:

Lu Xingchuan suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air like a dying fish. In his dream, the delicate boy first asked if he could have his socks, and then insisted on being held.

He wanted to tell the boy he didn’t like guys, but before he could speak, the boy cupped his face and softly called him  Brother. A fragrance wafted from the boy’s snowy skin, making Lu Xingchuan’s head spin.

The boy sat on him, his face flushed with desire, hands pressing against Lu Xingchuan’s chest, sobbing softly as he was bullied.

Lu Xingchuan’s messy hair was soaked with sweat. He touched the damp patch on his bed with disbelief, his face turning red from his ears to his neck.

He had dreamed of Ning Ruan. He had dreamed of bullying Ning Ruan.

I’m like a pervert, dreaming of bullying my frail roommate.

In his eighteen years, Lu Xingchuan had never had a sexual fantasy. He wasn’t interested in girls, nor was he interested in men. Seeing two guys together on the street usually gave him goosebumps.

He tried his best to respect them, but he couldn’t help finding the behavior disgusting.

He had thought countless times that doing it with another guy was gross. He didn’t even dare think about it.

But today, he dreamed of making Ning Ruan cry.

And looking back at those images, he didn’t feel disgusted. Instead, his spirit which had just softened became hard again.

In the dead of night, Lu Xingchuan searched for many things:

#Why do I dream of making someone cry? #Is dreaming of doing it with someone a sign of liking them? #If a guy dreams of doing it with a guy, is he gay? #How should a guy pursue a guy? #Can you hold hands while dating? #If you’re dating a guy, how can you kiss his mouth? #How to hint to a small boyfriend that you want to do it? How to get him to agree to sex?

By dawn, Lu Xingchuan still hadn’t slept. He opened his phone; Qi Siyue still hadn’t replied.

Lu Xingchuan edited another message and sent it:

Siyue, are you sure Ning Ruan stealing my socks doesn’t mean he likes me? I’ve thought about it. If he likes me, maybe I can give it a try with him. What do you think?

As my best friend, you’ll help me pursue Ning Ruan, right?

When Qi Siyue woke up, he saw several annoying messages from the annoying Lu Xingchuan.

Help my @ss.

Pursue, pursue, pursue. Lu Xingchuan is a fcking idiot with ‘love-brain.’ He wants to pursue everyone. Does Ning Ruan even like him?*

To crush all of Lu Xingchuan’s fantasies, Qi Siyue immediately sent the photo he took yesterday of Ning Ruan throwing Lu Xingchuan’s socks away.

Qi Siyue: What kind of toad dreams of eating swan meat? Lu Xingchuan, where does it look like Ning Ruan likes you? Did you hallucinate it? After knowing you so long, how did I not realize you’re such a cringe guy?

Qi Siyue: Since we’re bros, I’m gonna be blunt. Don’t you know why Ning Ruan stole your socks and why he threw them in the trash?

Lu Xingchuan was scolded harshly by his best friend, but he didn’t care about Qi Siyue’s sudden outburst.

Instead, he zoomed in on the photo several times. It was confirmed: the socks Ning Ruan threw in the trash were indeed his.

For some reason, an unprecedented sense of loss welled up in Lu Xingchuan’s heart. Ning Ruan just threw them away so casually?

Lu Xingchuan hung his head dejectedly and typed back:

Lu Xingchuan: Why?

Qi Siyue: Obviously because your socks stank and choked him. He wanted to get rid of them. Who would want your used socks?

Lu Xingchuan’s face instantly turned bright red. Actually, he wasn’t unhygienic; he changed his socks twice a day. The ones Ning Ruan took were the ones he changed into before basketball they had only been worn for half a day and didn’t smell.

But Lu Xingchuan believed Qi Siyue’s nonsense. He even felt a wave of guilt. If I had handled my socks sooner, Ning Ruan wouldn’t have been cornered yesterday and almost bullied to tears.

Lu Xingchuan: I understand. I’ll handle my socks better.

Lu Xingchuan: By the way, are you not home this weekend? Where are you? Do you know where Ning Ruan lives? Or do you have his contact info? I want to add him and apologize.

Clearly, the earlier greetings were just filler; the address and contact info were the main points.

Qi Siyue, who was already standing below Ning Ruan’s villa, gave a cold snort.