Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Chapter 30
The young man stood below the villa, looking up, but still didn’t see any sign of Ning Ruan. Qi Siyue had been standing there for several hours, and his mood was souring. Doesn’t Ning Ruan ever come outside? It was such a sunny day, perfect for exercise why wasn’t Ning Ruan out for a stroll?

Ning Ruan must be a lazy little kitten.

And the boy hadn’t even told him which room he lived in. Even if Qi Siyue wanted to catch a glimpse of him, he didn’t know where to look.

In a foul mood, Qi Siyue finally replied to the message Lu Xingchuan had sent two hours ago.

Qi Siyue: Don’t know. Don’t bother me.

After waiting all morning without seeing Ning Ruan, Qi Siyue could only head home dejectedly. Aunt Chen, seeing the direction he was coming from, couldn’t help but offer a few words of caution. She had watched Qi Siyue grow up and didn’t want him to take the wrong path.

Xiao Yue, you might not know this yet, but a ‘little bad egg’ so bad he’s practically oozing malice has moved into the Song family’s house across the way.

Qi Siyue was listlessly eating his breakfast. Hearing Aunt Chen’s words, he finally looked up. How is he bad?

Ning Ruan might be gay, and he might like to flirt with guys, but how is he ‘bad’?

Being gay is a bit annoying, but it doesn’t make someone a villain.

Oh, him? Like father, like son. Everyone around here knows that the little thing used a past favor to squeeze his way into the Song household. He just wants to hook some rich men and bring his whole family to prosperity. At such a young age, instead of studying, he’s only thinking about these things. How could he be a good person?

He didn’t even come here for school; his intentions are impure. As soon as he arrived, he started trying to ‘scam’ the residents here. Mr. Song Zhuo is having a real headache over it.

Mr. Song Zhuo doesn’t even allow him to leave the house freely.

Aunt Chen was conservative and believed that taking shortcuts was unacceptable. Ning Ruan’s behavior trying to climb the social ladder by fishing for a wealthy benefactor was something she deeply disliked.

Aunt Chen thought she had made herself clear. Qi Siyue had been smart since he was a child; surely, after hearing this, he wouldn’t do anything to disappoint his mother.

What Aunt Chen didn’t know was that Qi Siyue’s mind was now filled with a single thought: Were Ning Ruan’s parents forcing him to scam people?

What does Ning Ruan know at his age? In a normal family, a soft little  cupcake like Ning Ruan would be cherished like a treasure and warned repeatedly to stay away from “stinky boys” like Lu Xingchuan.

How could they let him out to flirt with men?

Getting him to call someone Brother usually required coaxing; how could he be naturally “oozing with malice”? He didn’t even know how to bait people properly he needed someone to teach him step-by-step.

I misunderstood him before, Qi Siyue felt a pang of regret for his late realization.

After the regret came the realization of a key point: That dog, Song Zhuo… what right does he have to forbid Ning Ruan from going out?

Does he even know how to raise someone? If he doesn’t, I’ll do it.

Ning Ruan looked like a baby who should be raised by him. Damn that Song Zhuo, stealing my baby and then mistreating him. Song Zhuo, Song Zhuo… to hell with Song Zhuo.

Ning Ruan puckered his snowy little face, tugging at the white silk stockings on his legs. The white silk hugged the soft flesh of his calves, its sheer texture faintly revealing the pinkish hue of his skin beneath.

The stockings were adorned with ribbon bows, appearing ethereal yet carrying an indescribable allure.

He looked like a little celestial beauty pure, obedient, and impossibly lovely.

Ning Ruan spread his legs slightly and looked up blankly at 007. 77, is this okay?

He had just woken up when he received a new task. The first plot point with Lu Xingchuan and Song Zhuo had passed; now it was time for Su Chiye’s plotline. This was supposed to happen yesterday, but Ning Ruan had fallen asleep.

The little orb in the air was practically vibrating; its white light turned a furious red. Damn it, what right does Su Chiye have? Why does he get to see Ning Ning’s legs!!!

He wanted to hide Ning Ruan away and stop him from doing these tasks altogether.

When 007 didn’t respond for a long time, Ning Ruan reached out and poked the trembling orb. The youth’s long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was soft and nervous. This was his first time wearing girls’ stockings.

Ning Ruan instinctively felt it was strange. 77, does it look bad?

007 regained his “coaxing the baby tone. How could it look bad? It’s it’s too good.

In the background, 007 was furiously typing a complaint: The plot scale is too large! Dammit, making my baby show his legs to a stinky man! How dare you! Don’t think I don’t know you old fogies in the Plot Department are just writing this to ogle my baby from the backend. I’m going to turn you all into bean paste!

Meanwhile, the Plot Department felt guilty for exactly one second. The next second: Hehe, Baby! Baby is doing the plot! Give Baby 1000 points for beauty! 1000 points for intelligence! The spicy plot points we arranged can’t be stopped, absolutely can’t be stopped! Baby is the only “Baby” in our entire Quick Wear Bureau!

Ning Ruan: 77, can you help me take a photo?

007 nodded vigorously, directing him: Baby, put your legs together. Don’t leave any gap.

Actually, Ning Ruan was wearing shorts on top; since it was just a photo of his legs, he only wore the stockings.

Normally, Ning Ruan sat with his legs together anyway, but 007 still felt it wasn’t enough, terrified that the stinky boys would see too much.

Ning Ruan nodded obediently, adjusting his posture. He looked like a submissive porcelain doll beautiful, docile, and ready to be posed by anyone.

Click, click. 007 took several photos.

In the photos, the youth’s legs were long and white, with only the knees flushed pink. The sheer white silk stretched over his curves, looking soft and fleshy clearly very pettable.

007 continued to instruct him: Baby, that one with only a silhouette as a profile picture yes, the one with the nickname , that’s Su Chiye. Send the leg photo to him.

After Ning Ruan did so, 007 continued: The one with the nickname “BJ” is Bo Jian. You haven’t met him yet, but we need to advance his plot too. Send the collarbone photo to him.

Ning Ruan followed the instructions one by one, sending the two photos separately. He breathed a sigh of relief, slightly worried about sending them to the wrong person. Though his previous pervert acts had been successful, he was still cautious.

Compared to the previous world, Ning Ruan liked this one more. Successfully “bullying” people repeatedly gave him a huge sense of accomplishment.

He cherished his new career and really wanted to get a high score for this world.

007 couldn’t help but complain: Two total perverts. One is a leg con who likes them ‘pure yet sexy’; the other likes looking at a beautiful little person’s white chest. And they both act so cold and aloof. Gross!

Ning Ruan continued listening to 007 explain the upcoming plot.

007: Regarding Su Chiye, our main goal is to ‘fish’ him. Start a long distance relationship, be his girlfriend, and ideally get him to spend lots of money on you. When he finds out you’re actually the “disgusting, gloomy gay” from his own dorm, he’ll lose his mind with rage and want to take revenge on you.

In short, we’re going to toy with this stinky man’s feelings.

Ning Ruan nodded. Oh, okay.

If I’m being Su Chiye’s girlfriend, should I be a bit sweeter?

Ning Ruan learned quickly. He tilted his snowy face and imitated a  kitten wink 007 had shown him yesterday. He winked at 007. For example, like this.

Dmn, that’s too sweet!* If this isn’t the ultimate Sweet Girl, what is?

007 was stunned for thirty seconds. He felt that if Ning Ruan became an idol, he would be the type who was incredibly good at fan service.

007: Ning Ning, you did great, but we don’t need to go that far yet.

If we start with this intensity, the stinky man will definitely get a nosebleed.

007 suggested: Baby, for now, just coax Su Chiye verbally.

Ning Ruan followed the advice and sent a voice message. In a delicate, sweet voice, he called out, Brother~ (Gege)

Ning Ruan remembered that Qi Siyue liked being called Brother, so maybe Su Chiye would like it too.

The youth knew he was pretending to be a girl, so he pinched his voice slightly. His naturally androgynous voice became so sweet and soft it could make one’s body go numb.

Brother, does it look good? Worried that Su Chiye wouldn’t respond, Ning Ruan added another message cautiously.

However, after sending the message, there was no response for a long time. Ning Ruan knitted his delicate brows. If Su Chiye doesn’t talk to me, how can I trick him into dating me?

If he doesn’t date me, I can’t toy with his feelings. Ning Ruan grew anxious, his face flushing pink with worry. He flipped his phone over and over, but there were no notifications.

He couldn’t help asking 007: 77, is the phone broken? Or is this not enough?

007 was cursing internally. You “strong-man” (poser), hurry up and reply! My baby is personally trying to scam you, what more do you want?

Before 007 finished his internal rant.

Ding-dong! Ning Ruan’s phone chimed several times in rapid succession. The sudden noise made Ning Ruan’s eyelashes tremble, and he held the phone with a panicked blink.

Why didn’t Su Chiye give a warning before replying?

That’s it? Not much.  Don’t call me Brother. Your voice sounds fake/strained.