Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Faced with Jiang Qingfeng’s blunt question, Ning Ruan froze. It took a few seconds for the words to register, and when they did, his face instantly turned a deep crimson. “I… how could I possibly let Chu Yuan do that to me?”

Frustrated and embarrassed, Ning Ruan reached out and pinched Jiang Qingfeng’s arm. “W-what are you even saying?”

However, even though Ning Ruan used all his strength, it didn’t really hurt Jiang Qingfeng. It was like being swiped by a kitten—leaving behind inconsequential red marks. Far from making Jiang Qingfeng uncomfortable, those marks caused a sharp light to flicker across his sapphire-blue eyes.

Ning Ning, don’t pinch him! You’re just making him feel good!

The baby looks so beautiful when he’s angry. Baby is a pretty baby hit me too!

Holy crap, I really want to bully the baby while being hit by him. I’m a masochist; baby, hit me.

Jiang Qingfeng: My apologies. I didn’t mean it that way. I just thought, since you said Chu Yuan was bad, that he might use that method to humiliate you.

Ning Ruan’s soft face was pressed against the crook of Jiang Qingfeng’s neck. Due to his embarrassment, the temperature of his cheeks was scalding.

Jiang Qingfeng narrowed his eyes. This beautiful little widower was currently letting him carry him, and just now, he had even held the boy’s inner thighs. Everything about the little widower was just right—a slender frame, yet perfectly fleshy where it mattered most.

Ning Ruan was still very upset, his voice muffled. “You’re not allowed to say that ever again. You guys can’t treat me like that… or I’ll get angry.”

And remember what I told you. Chu Yuan is a villain; you can’t be friends with him.

At this moment, Ning Ruan embodied “pampered and unreasonable” to perfection. Yet, it wasn’t repulsive; rather, his words invited wandering thoughts.

He says, not like that does that mean a gentler way would be okay?

Jiang Qingfeng continued to tease the little widower. If I’m not friends with him, will you be ‘good’ with me?

Ning Ruan’s little brain started whirring. Jiang Qingfeng’s meaning was: if he was “good” to Jiang Qingfeng, then Jiang Qingfeng wouldn’t be “good” to Chu Yuan, right? Then he definitely had to agree.

Ning Ruan nodded like a chick pecking at grain. I’ll be good with you.

But you can’t talk to Chu Yuan. Whatever Chu Yuan wants to do, you have to go against him. Understood?

Ning Ruan seriously believed that as long as Jiang Qingfeng opposed Chu Yuan, Chu Yuan would surely hate him back, and their relationship would deteriorate. Thinking this, Ning Ruan added softly, Understood? Say something.

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened. How was this sentence any different from saying, Hubby, say something?

The corners of Jiang Qingfeng’s lips curled. Of course.

Driving a wedge between people was Ning Ruan’s usual tactic. Back when the other three were alive, the team fought every day, grabbing and competing for everything. Previously, Jiang Qingfeng thought those men were just brainless brutes. But now, hearing the little widower say he wanted to be “good” with him and not Chu Yuan, Jiang Qingfeng felt for the first time that those three men’s constant fighting actually made a lot of sense.

007: Baby is so great! You successfully sowed discord between Chu Yuan and Jiang Qingfeng.

Ning Ruan smiled. Seven-Seven, does Chu Yuan hate Jiang Qingfeng now too?

007: Yes! The moment he saw Jiang Qingfeng going on a mission with you, he started hating him.

Ning Ruan blinked, thinking seriously. He started hating him just by seeing us together? Chu Yuan really does hate me a lot.

The scenery had changed from forest to grassland. The Battle Royale arena covered various landscapes: tropical rainforests, temperate grasslands, deserts, lakes… Each hidden its own crises. For instance, the rainforest had predators and venomous insects that could take a life silently. The grasslands had wide-open views, making it easy to be ambushed.

Lakes weren’t safe either; there could be crocodiles. Moreover, most people sought out water sources to survive, making them prime spots for conflict.

Ning Ruan hadn’t slept well the night before and actually fell asleep on Jiang Qingfeng’s back. Jiang Qingfeng kept his senses sharp, and fortunately, they encountered no danger in the open fields.

When Ning Ruan finally woke up, his mind was foggy. His eyelashes fluttered, and he realized he was being held in someone’s arms. He struggled slightly, opening his eyes to meet Jiang Qingfeng’s deep blue gaze.

Ning Ruan pushed at him. Why are you holding me?

The boy had just woken up, his eyes drooping slightly—a look that was both pure and seductive. Jiang Qingfeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice was gentle; since Ning Ruan had promised to be “good” with him, he would naturally take care of his “cute, beautiful wife.”

Someone else’s widow was now a plaything in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Qingfeng’s large hand was inconspicuously measuring Ning Ruan’s waist. “You fell asleep. I was afraid something might happen, so I held you while you slept.”

Ning Ruan:  Does guarding someone while they sleep require holding them? Is that how it works?

He couldn’t figure it out, so he stopped trying. He pushed against the man’s chest with his soft palms. I’m awake now. Let me up.

His soft hands pushed against the man’s hard chest, but it felt more like he was caressing it.

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened. Mhm.

As Jiang Qingfeng moved away, Ning Ruan noticed he had built a small makeshift shelter out of branches, covered with clothes to block the piercing sunlight. There were several items of clothing draped over the branches—denim jackets, leather coats, work jackets…

Ning Ruan was confused. He didn’t remember Jiang Qingfeng having so many clothes. But despite his confusion, he didn’t think too deeply about it. He rubbed his almond eyes until they were red. He was still so sleepy, and so hungry.

Watching Ning Ruan rub his eyes, something inside Jiang Qingfeng softened. For the first time, he felt that something could be more pleasurable than killing. He leaned down and cupped Ning Ruan’s snowy-white face. “Baby, don’t move. An eyelash is about to fall into your eye.”

Ning Ruan:  Why did Jiang Qingfeng suddenly call me baby? Weird.

He found it strange but still tilted his white face up to let him fix it. But Jiang Qingfeng was too slow, and Ning Ruan grew impatient. Is it done yet?

Sitting on a rock, Ning Ruan swung his feet. You’re so slow,” he grumbled.

Almost. Just wait a bit longer.

The little beauty’s eyelashes were long and thick. His eyelids were pink, marked with a small, dull red mole. This mole was the finishing touch, making his face look both decadent and innocent. His lips were soft, the “lip bead” hidden between them, tempting one to suck it out.

Jiang Qingfeng’s throat tightened. He’s so pure; it would be a pity if he stopped breathing.

“There. Done.”

Despite saying that, Jiang Qingfeng leaned even closer. Can I kiss you?

Ning Ruan’s brain nearly short-circuited. His lips parted in shock. “W-what?”

Jiang Qingfeng: I want to kiss you.

Ning Ruan:

Ning Ruan put on a cold face and pushed Jiang Qingfeng’s face away. Of course not. You can’t kiss me.

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes dimmed. But your previous ‘husbands’ were all allowed to kiss you.

Ning Ruan: His eyes grew watery, his cheeks flushing pink with bottled-up emotion.

Jiang Qingfeng pinched Ning Ruan’s soft cheek. His voice was still gentle, but his words were obsessive. Is baby going to play favorites?

“You’re just using me as a tool to deal with Chu Yuan, aren’t you? You don’t actually like me, do you?” Jiang Qingfeng stroked Ning Ruan’s earlobe lingeringly, a gentle smile on his lips.

Ning Ruan blinked blankly. The mission he had just completed seemed to have… developed a problem. He didn’t understand why Jiang Qingfeng thought he liked him. He wouldn’t like Jiang Qingfeng.

Ning Ruan instinctively backed away. His hand pressed against the fabric of the shelter, and suddenly, the image of those various clothes flashed through his mind. His fingers went stiff.

Did Jiang Qingfeng kill people while I was sleeping?

He had almost forgotten that Jiang Qingfeng was also a madman who had killed over sixty people.

Ning Ruan’s mind went blank, his heart thumping like a drum. He stared at Jiang Qingfeng, his eyelids tinged with pink, his dark lashes trembling incessantly.

I, of course I won’t play favorites,” Ning Ruan swallowed hard. For the first time, his brain worked quickly, though fear made his beautiful eyes watery and piteous.

“Is that so?” Jiang Qingfeng continued to pinch Ning Ruan’s pointed chin. So, will baby kiss me?

Ning Ruan bit his crimson lip. I, I will.

But not now I don’t like being forced. You can’t treat me like this. Ning Ruan was terrified, his voice stuttering. He didn’t want to just let anyone kiss him; he had to stall as long as possible. “I hate it when people kiss me whenever they want.

In his panic, Ning Ruan softly cried out, Hubby.

Hubby?

Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes darkened. He’s so obedient he’ll call me hubby, and even.

Ning Ruan used his soft hands to hook around Jiang Qingfeng’s neck, gently nuzzling into his collarbone like a domesticated little animal. “You won’t force me, will you?”

When we get out of here, I’ll let you kiss me, okay?

Jiang Qingfeng still showed no sign of agreeing. Ning Ruan bit his lip, feeling a bit annoyed. Why is this man so hard to coax? I already said I’d let him kiss me.

Left with no choice, Ning Ruan complained in a thin, soft voice, What else do you want? I already promised. Don’t don’t push your luck!

The complaining voice was so delicate and sweet that Jiang Qingfeng almost lost his senses, nearly forgetting to negotiate for more. He squeezed Ning Ruan’s slender waist and asked in a low voice:

Did you do ‘it’ with those three?