Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Inside a VIP Bar Suite

The flickering lights had been switched off at some unknown hour. The tabletop was cluttered with remnants of the night’s revelry bottles of every kind strewn about—while the boys, who had been hyper-energetic the night before, were now sprawled out asleep in every direction.

Only vague silhouettes were visible in the dim room. A man leaned back, his posture lazy and loose.

The glow from a smartphone illuminated half of his face. His eyes were narrow and long, his iris color pale. He scrolled through his messages with a distracted, almost habitually arrogant gaze.

The man arched an eyebrow. Finally, he seemed to be “laughed into a rage” by the message on his screen; a smirk tugged at his haughty, I’m better than your face.

A sweet, syrupy voice rippled through the quiet suite. The person sleeping next to Su Chiye was jolted awake by the sound. He sat up abruptly, cursing, F***, who’s calling someone ‘Gege’? Why does it sound so damn good?

Was that for him? Was that for him?

But once he saw Su Chiye and the phone in his hand, blue-hair understood immediately. Some little beauty was probably chasing Su Chiye.

Even though Su Chiye was difficult to deal with and incredibly cocky, plenty of girls fell for his cold and aloof vibe. Plus, with his top-tier family background, the number of people trying to get his attention was countless.

Blue-hair swallowed hard and asked eagerly, Ye-ge? Who is it?

Su Chiye ignored him. Blue-hair felt an itch in his heart from that voice; he even fantasized that the Gege was meant for him. In his mind, he was already replying for Su Chiye: Must be pretty. Definitely gorgeous. With a voice that sweet, she had to be a stunner.

Blue-hair ventured cautiously, unable to stop prying, Ye-ge, is that your girlfriend? You’re being a bad bro, not telling us you’ve got a girl. When are you gonna bring her out for a get-together?

After Blue-hair rambled on, Su Chiye finally spared him a glance, his tone icy: No.

Hearing this, Blue-hair was secretly delighted. He leaned closer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Chiye tilt the phone slightly, but he still caught a glimpse—long, slender, fleshy legs.

Damn, she really is a sweetie. Those legs alone would be enough to worship for years.

If she wasn’t Su Chiye’s girlfriend, wasn’t she his future wife he just hadn’t met yet?

Blue-hair’s heart raced. Bro, if you don’t like her, why don’t you push her contact to me?

Blue-hair thought he wasn’t bad-looking himself. Sure, he was a bit behind Su Chiye in looks and family status, but he wasn’t as hard to get. If push came to shove, he was perfectly willing to be a simp. He didn’t have much experience chasing people like that, but for his “future wife,” he could learn.

Su Chiye flicked his eyelids up. His eyes were narrow, and whenever he looked at someone like that, he carried an indescribable sense of intimidation. “You think you’re worthy?”

Get out. Don’t let me see you again.

Su Chiye’s sudden flare of temper made everyone in the suite exchange nervous glances. Blue-hair realized his mistake—you can covet anyone, but don’t covet someone Su Chiye likes. If the beauty was with Su Chiye, they couldn’t do anything, but they could at least look if he brought her around.

Now, because that idiot upset Su Chiye, they wouldn’t even get to see the delicate little beauty.

Before they could process it further, Su Chiye glared at them coldly. Do I need to ask you to ‘get out’ again?

In an instant, the people in the suite scattered like frightened quails, leaving quietly and quickly.

Su Chiye stared at the screen, at the zoomed-in photo of the legs. Unbidden, a snowy white little face appeared in his mind, eyelashes trembling as he called him Gege.

It seemed the person sending him these harassing messages was that roommate of his the coward who was so clumsy he’d trip over his own feet just walking down the stairs.

What an idiot.

He’d almost cry from fear before anyone even raised their voice at him. Such a coward.

Ning Ruan blinked slowly, asking 007 in shock: Qiqi, is he saying I’m not good-looking?

In the last world, everyone said he was beautiful. He had assumed he was attractive to others. Su Chiye’s message left Ning Ruan dazed; it seemed he had a misunderstanding about his own appearance.

007: That ‘strong’ guy (trying too hard to act tough). He actually made my baby lose confidence! What’s wrong with his eyes? All those years, only his prescription went up, not his vision! My Ning-bao is literally an angel, a total cutie. Su Chiye, that idiot, isn’t even worthy of being Ning-bao’s footstool.

At that moment, the phone pinged again.

The legs are just average. White silk stockings don’t suit you.

007 immediately covered Ning Ruan’s eyes. Baby, don’t look. It’s a hate comment. That pervert Su Chiye is just like that. It’s harder to win him over in the early stages. Our mission here is done for now; we’ll come back to Su Chiye’s task in a couple of days.

Su Chiye is such a moron. If white silk doesn’t suit Ningning, what does he want? Black silk? Dream on.

Ning Ruan nodded like a little chick pecking grain. Okay, it’s a hate comment, I won’t look. Su Chiye is a meanie, I’ll ignore him. I’ll listen to Qiqi.

Since they were pausing Su Chiye’s task, Ning Ruan checked the other side. Bo Jian had replied.

BJ: Very pretty.] [BJ: Why are you sending me these kinds of messages?

Compared to Su Chiye, Bo Jian was much gentler. Ning Ruan blinked slowly. The thin sunlight filtered through the window, landing on his long eyelashes, which fluttered like butterfly wings—so beautiful it could make one forget to breathe.

Ning Ruan’s breathing hitched slightly, his pale face flushing a bit. He was clearly embarrassed by the compliment.

Little Lemon: Gege, I showed you my collarbone. Will you show me yours too?

Following 007’s prompts, Ning Ruan replied to Bo Jian via voice message.

However, as 007 listened to the reply, its expression turned strange. This branch of the plot was supposed to be Ning Ruan “sexually harassing” Bo Jian—saying suggestive things, wanting to see Bo Jian’s abs, and so on…

Logically, Bo Jian shouldn’t be replying. He was supposed to be harassed online and in person until he finally “dealt” with Ning Ruan in the later stages.

The plot was already going off the rails. While 007 wasn’t surprised by the direction, it didn’t dare let Ning Ruan take risks.

BJ: ?

007 almost had a heart attack and quickly stopped this sub-line. To keep Ning Ruan’s motivation up, it said: Baby, that’s enough for now. You don’t need to reply to Bo Jian anymore. Why don’t you go do your homework?

Ning Ruan: “???”

Ning Ruan pursed his full lips. Homework? He didn’t want to do homework. Doing missions was easy; homework was hard.

Just as Ning Ruan was hesitating, a friend request popped up. Ning Ruan grabbed his phone, acting spoiled with 007: Qiqi, someone is adding me! It’s not that I don’t want to do homework, but we have to be polite children. We have to reply to people, otherwise, it’s rude. So Qiqi, I can’t do homework right now.

007: You little rascal.

I am Qi Siyue.

Ning Ruan quickly added Qi Siyue.

Qi Siyue: You know we have to go back to school today, right?

After asking, Qi Siyue felt a bit stupid. Who forgets they have class? Ning Ruan was a bit slow, but he wasn’t that forgetful.

Qi Siyue: Are you going back by yourself? Do you want me to pick you up on the way?

Ning Ruan still hadn’t replied. Qi Siyue grew anxious, pacing around his room.

Why isn’t he answering? Is it that bastard Lu Xingchuan? Did he add Ning Ruan first and talk trash about me?

Panicking, Qi Siyue sent a voice message, letting out a couple of awkward laughs.

Qi Siyue: You’re not ignoring me because of something someone else said, are you? Or is someone already taking you to school?] [Qi Siyue: You know what kind of person I am, right? You won’t listen to people trying to drive a wedge between us.

On the other end, Ning Ruan nodded blankly. His pale finger tapped the video call button. What was Qi Siyue talking about? Driving a wedge? He didn’t understand. Whatever, he’d just video call him typing was too tiring.

The sudden ringtone made Qi Siyue scramble. Holy s**, Ning Ruan is video calling me!*

F**, f***, f***…*

He rushed to the mirror to fix his hair. Once he was sure he looked okay, he put on a cold, “cool guy” face and answered.

Qi Siyue: Is there something so urgent you had to call.

Before he could finish, he saw the screen. Ning Ruan was lying on his stomach on the bed, looking like a little piece of cake sinking into a soft mattress. His legs were kicking in the air, and the sheer white silk stockings highlighted the beautiful curves of his legs. The silk ribbons tied in bows swayed with his movements, swaying right into Qi Siyue’s heart.

Qi Siyue’s eyes went wide. His ears turned blood-red. Ning Ruan really knows how to seduce people.

It had to be said there was a reason Ning Ruan’s parents wanted him to hook a rich guy. He certainly had the capital for it. Every move was delicate and charming, seemingly seductive, yet his face was incredibly pure. It was an intense combination.

Ning Ruan tapped the screen. Why aren’t you talking? Is it frozen?

As he spoke, he leaned closer to the camera. That beautiful, exquisite face suddenly magnified an absolute “beauty critical hit. His full lips looked like they were about to press against the screen.

Qi Siyue: F**, it’s illegal to be this good-looking.*

Qi Siyue finally caught his breath, his eyes still glued to Ning Ruan’s legs. Why are you dressed like that?

Only then did Ning Ruan remember he hadn’t taken off the stockings from the photo shoot. Being honest, he explained: I was taking pictures just now and forgot to take them off. I’ll take them off now.

He turned around to sit up, his back to the camera as he struggled to peel off the white silk. He didn’t seem very skilled at it.

His narrow waist was partially exposed as he leaned forward; it looked so thin and soft it made one’s eyes fixate.

Rrip!

Because he wasn’t used to it, Ning Ruan accidentally tore the silk.

Qi Siyue was stunned. Holy… A thought flashed through his mind: Since they were going to get ripped anyway, why couldn’t I be the one to rip them?

The “little cat” seemed embarrassed about tearing the stockings. He didn’t look at the camera, bowing his head and muttering softly, “How did it break? It’s so fragile… Now I don’t have white silk for pictures anymore.”

The original Ning Ruan’s situation was dire. His parents wouldn’t give him money, and Song Zhuo, wanting to stop him from doing anything foolish, gave him very little cash—just enough for transportation. The rest was put directly onto his meal card.

The white silk stockings and the single dress in his closet were things the original host had saved up for a long time to buy. Song Zhuo definitely wouldn’t buy them for him. But he still had missions to do! Ning Ruan felt depressed; he hadn’t expected to ruin them on the very first day.

Qi Siyue: “Don’t be sad. They’re just stockings, it’s no big deal.”

He hurried to add, I’ll buy you new ones. I’ll buy whatever kind you want. Just don’t be sad, okay?

Ning Ruan: ?

Ning Ruan’s round apricot eyes widened as he looked at the screen. Really? Won’t that cost Siyue-gege a lot of money?

The moment Ning Ruan called him Gege, Qi Siyue’s mouth curled up uncontrollably. It was as if the version of him that claimed not to like Ning Ruan never existed.

Qi Siyue’s ears were burning hot. “Of course not. How much could stockings even cost?

Even if they were expensive, what did it matter as long as Ning Ruan liked them?

But, baby as a reward, you have to take pictures for me to see.

And if you’re willing to let me rip them for you for every pair I rip, I’ll give you ten back. No, twenty pairs.