Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Black-Hearted Little Widower in the Battle Royale (Part 3)

The man who, moments ago, had stubbornly claimed he would throw Ning Ruan to the beasts if he got annoyed, instantly fell silent.

But hearing Zhou Chen’an’s name fall from the little widower’s lips caused the atmospheric pressure around Chu Yuan to drop to a lethal level.

Does he love that dead ghost that much?

Gu Hui also shut his mouth. How could he possibly disturb Ning Ruan’s sleep? If Ning Ruan didn’t rest well, what would happen if there was an accident tomorrow? The boy was already so delicate; a lack of sleep would make him a walking target.

Jiang Qingfeng stepped out of the tent, breaking the stalemate between Gu Hui and Chu Yuan. Gu Hui, I’ll take the watch with you. Captain and Ning Ruan, go rest.

The next morning, Ning Ruan woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes groggily. His round almond eyes turned a decadent red at the corners from the friction, and his hair was a messy nest.

He was so sleepy; he wanted more rest.

Host, a new mission has arrived. You must strive to go with Jiang Qingfeng to find a water source.

007 explained how the side quest would aid the main goal: Jiang Qingfeng is currently the third-ranked powerhouse and a dual-ability user. He is one of the top contenders to win this battle royale. Ruan Ruan, only two people can survive in the end. You need to drive a wedge between Jiang Qingfeng and Chu Yuan, making them kill each other so that you can secure a chance to survive.

By the way, baby, you must maintain your persona as a pampered and unreasonable person. Insulting Chu Yuan during the mission will speed up your side quest progress!

Ning Ruan looked up at Jiang Qingfeng. His almond eyes were round, yet the corners tilted slightly upward a perfect, paradoxical blend of purity and seduction. Jiang Qingfeng was different from everyone else in the game; he was refined and elegant, speaking with a calm pace as if he were indifferent to life and death.

Sensing Ning Ruan’s gaze, Jiang Qingfeng responded with a gentlemanly smile.

The little beauty who spent last night curled in another man’s arms was looking at him. Jiang Qingfeng’s blue eyes darkened. I wonder if he got his mouth eaten in the tent last night. It’s so wet and red; it must have been licked thoroughly.

Their initial supplies, like compressed biscuits, were nearly depleted. They were desperate for both food and water. Players had to find sustenance, or they would die of thirst and hunger even if they weren’t killed by others.

After a simple grouping, Chu Yuan took charge. Ning Ruan follows me. He had already categorized Ning Ruan as his personal property.

Ning Ruan grabbed Chu Yuan’s sleeve. I’m not going with you. You’re just an unreasonable, smelly dog. Why should I follow you?

Ning Ruan actually called him a “smelly dog.” Yet, Chu Yuan recalled how Ning Ruan had continuously nuzzled into his chest for warmth the night before. Surrounded by the boy’s sweet, cloying fragrance, Chu Yuan found it hard to deny—compared to Ning Ruan, he probably was smelly.

Chu Yuan looked at him with a complex gaze. He didn’t understand how, in a battle royale where everyone was covered in sweat and the metallic tang of blood, this person managed to remain fragrant.

Ning Ruan was a bit worried that Chu Yuan would get angry and hit him for the insult. Seeing no immediate explosion, he immediately pushed his luck. I want to go with Jiang Qingfeng.

Chu Yuan’s eyes turned cold and predatory as he glared at Ning Ruan. Say that again.

Ning Ruan:

Chu Yuan really was crazy. He didn’t get mad at being insulted, but he blew up the moment Ning Ruan mentioned Jiang Qingfeng. Despite his fear, Ning Ruan stiffened his neck. I’m going with Jiang Qingfeng. I won’t go with you!

His eyelashes trembled with fear, and the corners of his eyes drooped piteously. Yet, he insisted on following another man. Of course, Chu Yuan thought bitterly, how could a grumpy-faced man like me take care of a pampered little widower?

Jiang Qingfeng flicked his eyelids. “Chu Yuan, you’re scaring Ruan Ruan. I’m going for water; it’s better if Ruan Ruan comes with me. He’s been thirsty all night; his lips must be dry.

In reality, even after a night of thirst, Ning Ruan’s lips were moist and pink, with an inviting pout. Jiang Qingfeng’s gaze deepened as he stared at them.

Ning Ruan instinctively licked his lips and felt emboldened. Right, I’m thirsty. I’m following Jiang Qingfeng.

Hearing Jiang Qingfeng’s name from Ning Ruan’s mouth made Chu Yuan’s temples throb with pain. But Ning Ruan was delicate—he needed fire when cold and water when thirsty. Even in a death game, his daintiness remained.

Chu Yuan yielded. Fine, he spat out through gritted teeth.

Having achieved his goal, Ning Ruan’s lips curved into a smile, his light-colored eyes shimmering with joy. The little widower couldn’t hide his thoughts; happiness was written all over his face.

Chu Yuan’s expression darkened further. Even though he knew Ning Ruan was a flirtatious soul, he was still furious. What’s so good about Jiang Qingfeng? A hypocritical dog.

Chu Yuan sneered coldly, “Ning Ruan, you really are fickle and unfaithful.”

Ning Ruan: ?

He was baffled. What did I do to be called unfaithful? He bit his lip. He wasn’t being fickle; he was just being a good boy and doing his mission.

Seven-Seven, his mood is so unstable. He keeps scolding me, Ning Ruan complained softly to 007.

007: Chu Yuan is mean to baby! Chu Yuan is a villain!!! 007 knew exactly why—Chu Yuan was jealous because he couldn’t have him but 007 had no intention of defending him. Anyone mean to Ning Ruan was a “smelly dog.

Jiang Qingfeng packed his things, ignoring Chu Yuan’s murderous glare. He looked down at Ning Ruan with a gentle, gentlemanly gaze. Ruan Ruan, shall we go?

Ning Ruan put on his small backpack and nodded obediently. Let’s go.

Chu Yuan suddenly grabbed the backpack and, with a cold face, stuffed the last compressed biscuit inside. “Eat it yourself. If you give Jiang Qingfeng a single bite, don’t bother coming back.”

Ning Ruan: He really thought Chu Yuan was insane. The man hated him passionately, yet insisted on giving him food. The contradiction was extreme.

Thank you, Ning Ruan said, his voice soft and waxy, with a confused lilt at the end. It was like a bewildered young cub tilting its head and letting out a tiny whimper innocent and adorable.

Hmph. Chu Yuan remained cold, though Ning Ruan didn’t notice the faint crimson hue on the tips of the man’s ears.

Jiang Qingfeng smiled faintly and reminded him, Ruan Ruan, we should head out.

Ning Ruan, who was just thanking the man, turned and walked away without a hint of nostalgia.

The teammates assigned to Chu Yuan’s group saw this and felt a sense of dread. Is Chu Yuan’s soul being stolen by that black-hearted little widower, or what?

As Ning Ruan and Jiang Qingfeng walked closely together, Gu Hui gritted his teeth. If Jiang Qingfeng didn’t have a water-based ability, he wouldn’t be the one taking Ning Ruan out. Chu Yuan, in a foul mood, assigned the tasks and went off to do his own work.

Gu Hui watched Chu Yuan’s retreating back, feeling dejected. Yesterday, because of Chu Yuan’s ability, he got to be alone with Ning Ruan in the forest. Gu Hui cursed himself for awakening such a useless ability.

A teammate named Ning Da, who was on good terms with Gu Hui, caught up. Last night, Captain wasn’t even going to start a fire for Ning Ruan. Then they go into the woods for a bit, come back, and Captain starts the fire. What do you think they did in there?

Ning Da continued suggestively, “Ning Ruan is a real goblin. With a face that pure, his seduction skills must be top-tier. Was he a ‘host’ or something before the game? Anyone can… have a go. They definitely did it last night. Captain must have made him cry; I saw his eyes were red when they returned.

Ning Da was speaking excitedly, but before he could finish his cruder remarks, Gu Hui punched him square in the nose. “F*ck! Gu Hui, what are you doing?!”

You’re freaking crazy! Ning Da clutched his nose, blood streaming down.

Gu Hui was furious. He’s just a bit of a crybaby! How does that mean someone ‘made’ him cry? You think by talking dirty about him, you can get close to him? You can’t have him, so you want to ruin him. You’re disgusting.

His true thoughts exposed, Ning Da lashed back. “So what if I can’t have him? You think you can? You think you’re going to sleep with him?”

The two men began to brawl.

Do these two really think they can date the baby?

Chu-dog, don’t just kill other teams to vent your anger kill the ones in your own team too!

Our Ning Ning is clearly a good boy who has only kissed men. I’m the only one who knows if Ning Ning is truly pure!

Meanwhile, Ning Ruan followed Jiang Qingfeng, unaware that two men were tearing each other’s hair out over him. After walking several kilometers, he was panting, his snowy face flushed red from the exertion. He didn’t want to seem useless, but his physical stamina was pitifully low.

007 couldn’t help but suggest: Baby, you can ask Jiang Qingfeng to carry you.

Ning Ruan bit his crimson lip. Is that really okay?

Of course! Just command him like you did with Chu Yuan. Carrying you is already a reward for him; if you’re too nice, he’ll think he’s in heaven.

Just like with Chu Yuan. He could do that.

Jiang Qingfeng was constantly observing Ning Ruan’s reactions. When Ning Ruan stopped walking, his face was full of dissatisfaction. I’m tired. Come and carry me.

His tone was incredibly bossy. Jiang Qingfeng stared at Ning Ruan’s straight legs, a suppressed madness in his eyes, though his expression remained that of a composed gentleman.

Do you really want me to carry you? Jiang Qingfeng stood in front of Ning Ruan, blocking the harsh sunlight.

Ning Ruan tilted his chin. I told you to carry me, so carry me. Why are you talking so much?

The darkness in Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes deepened. He turned and crouched down. As Ning Ruan leaned onto his back, Jiang Qingfeng took the initiative to spread Ning Ruan’s legs apart. Even knowing he had to do this to carry him, Jiang Qingfeng’s fingertips trembled uncontrollably at the contact.

Ning Ruan looked thin, but his thighs were quite fleshy the soft skin overflowed slightly through Jiang Qingfeng’s fingers.

Feeling his thighs being squeezed, Ning Ruan spoke up nervously, Y-you… don’t put your hands there. Move them down a bit.

Jiang Qingfeng’s fingertips continued to tremble as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Sorry. It’s my first time carrying someone; I’m not used to it.” He remained polite, as if his actions hadn’t been intentional.

Ning Ruan huffed. You’d better get used to it.

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened further. “Alright.”

You’re so useless, Ning Ruan complained again.

After adjusting, Jiang Qingfeng hooked his arms under Ning Ruan’s knees. Ning Ruan lay obediently on his back, arms wrapped around his neck.

Jiang-dog did that on purpose!!!

Baby, don’t scold him. You’re just making him excited!

Now that he was being carried, Ning Ruan finally had the energy to think about his mission: driving a wedge between Jiang Qingfeng and Chu Yuan. He needed to badmouth Chu Yuan and paint him as a villain. Since Ning Ruan had never spoken ill of anyone, he racked his brain before squeezing out a sentence: “Chu Yuan is a madman. You’d better stay away from him.”

Chu Yuan is always mean to me and his mood is so unstable. Isn’t that being crazy?

Jiang Qingfeng: Oh? How is he crazy? His tone remained calm.

Feeling like he hadn’t quite stirred Jiang Qingfeng’s emotions, Ning Ruan bit his lip and tried harder to slander Chu Yuan. “He’s mean to me! He even wants to hit me. He’s very bad.”

This was the most vicious thing Ning Ruan could think of.

Jiang Qingfeng looked straight ahead. Where did he hit you? Did he hit your butt?

Ning Ruan: ?

Chu Yuan didn’t hit my butt.

Did it hurt when he hit you? Or did it make you feel good?