Everyone I Flirted With Says They Won’t Let Me Go (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 12

After returning to the villa, Xia Chengxi comfortably soaked in a hot bath until his skin turned slightly pink. His limbs finally regained their strength, no longer feeling weak. He let out a yawn, relishing the rare peace without Chu Ran’s disturbances. It was utterly blissful.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, he went downstairs to get some water. As he passed by Chu Ran’s room, he seemed to hear the name “Gu Chengxi.”

Instinctively, he halted his steps, pressing his ear against the door, focusing intently on the sounds inside.

The villa’s soundproofing was exceptionally good. Xia Chengxi couldn’t make out much, only catching a few fragmented words.

—”Who leaked the news… dead?”

—”Car accident… investigate… Gu Chengxi isn’t that easy to kill…”

—”Arrange manpower on the road…”

Xia Chengxi furrowed his brows, piecing together key information from the disjointed conversation. It seemed Gu Chengxi had been in a car accident and was now injured in the hospital?

“Does Young Master Xia need something here?”

Startled by the voice behind him, Xia Chengxi turned around. At that moment, the sounds inside the room ceased, footsteps echoed, and the door swung open. Chu Ran stood there with a deep frown, staring at him. “Did you hear everything?”

Since he had been caught, Xia Chengxi saw no need to hide it. He openly admitted it, meeting Chu Ran’s gaze without fear. “Is Gu Chengxi injured?”

“He’s dead.”

“Bullshit!” Xia Chengxi’s expression darkened, and he cursed loudly. “Even if it was a car accident, he couldn’t die. Absolutely not!” Without hesitation, Xia Chengxi headed for the door but was blocked by several bodyguards who had just entered.

Xia Chengxi kicked, punched, bit, and struggled against the bodyguards, using all his strength but failing to advance even a step. Only when he was hoarse and exhausted, collapsing to the ground, did Chu Ran step forward, pull him up, and drag him back to the room.

Xia Chengxi glared at him furiously, knowing he was no match for Chu Ran, and finally gave up.

“Is Gu Chengxi really that important to you? The moment something involves him, you lose control like this. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve already taken care of everything back home. Tomorrow, we’re going abroad.”

Xia Chengxi shook his head. “I’m not going abroad. I need to find him!”

Chu Ran looked at him, recalling how Xia Chengxi’s heart had gradually softened toward him over the past few days, only to turn cold again upon hearing news of Gu Chengxi. An inexplicable rage surged within him.

“He’s dead!”

“He’s not dead,” Xia Chengxi snarled, his voice turning fierce. “I know he’s alive. I need to see him!”

“Don’t even think about it. Even if Gu Chengxi survived this time, I’ll make sure he ends up dead for good! Then, will you finally stop thinking about him?”

Xia Chengxi gave him a deep, cold glance, sneered without answering, and buried his head in the blankets, falling silent.

Perhaps it was Xia Chengxi’s unusual quietness—so unsettling it made one restless—that prompted Chu Ran to station bodyguards throughout the villa once more. There was only one day left; he couldn’t afford any more surprises.

[Little Green Hat, do you know anything about Gu Chengxi?]

[No, but I’m certain he’s not dead.]

[That’s all that matters.] Xia Chengxi tilted his head, gazing at the ancient tree not far beyond the floor-to-ceiling window. It had been over half a month since he last saw Gu Chengxi. Now, suddenly hearing about his injury, Gu Chengxi’s face flooded his mind, and the sound of his deep, doting voice echoed in his ears.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Chengxi made up his mind to escape.

Chu Ran was truly meticulous in his arrangements—there wasn’t a single sharp object in the entire room. Xia Chengxi looked up at the mirror, then slammed a stool into it with a loud crash. He then smashed the stool against the desk. The bodyguards outside, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room, but Xia Chengxi hurled the stool at them and shouted sharply, “Get out!”

The bodyguards didn’t dare to offend him. Chu Ran stood at the door, listening to Xia Chengxi’s hysterics. “Let it be. Let him vent. Keep an eye on him, but make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.”

Following Chu Ran’s instructions, the bodyguards didn’t enter the room again, instead watching through the surveillance feed. Inside, Xia Chengxi was wrecking everything in sight, overturning cabinets and throwing objects with deafening noise.

Xia Chengxi: [Little Green Hat, can you hack into Chu Ran’s surveillance feed?]

System: [What are you planning? Chu Ran’s sincerity level hasn’t been fully conquered yet.]

Xia Chengxi: [I can’t wait any longer. I have to get out. Gu Chengxi is injured, I need to see him. If you won’t help me, you might as well let me die!]

System: […Don’t despair, Host. Let’s talk this through. We’re in this together. I’ll help you.]

Without hesitation, Xia Chengxi locked the door, then struggled to push the wardrobe against it. He followed up by barricading it with the coffee table and desk. Finally, he grabbed a stool and smashed it forcefully into the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside, the bodyguards watched the surveillance feed in astonishment as Xia Chengxi continued his destructive rampage for over an hour. They marveled at his seemingly boundless anger—how could he keep this up without a break?

By the time Chu Ran finished handling his affairs, two hours had passed. After asking the bodyguards a few questions, he headed to the bedroom. When he tried the doorknob, he found it locked. The bodyguards brought a spare key, but it wouldn’t open the door. Sensing something amiss, Chu Ran had several bodyguards force the door open together.

The room was in complete disarray, but what shocked Chu Ran the most was the large hole smashed into the floor-to-ceiling window by the bed. Sheets had been torn and knotted together into a rope, dangling from the window.

Chu Ran stood by the window, gazing into the thick darkness. He ran his fingers along the jagged edges of the broken glass, a strange smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“Xiao Xi, do you like him that much? Can you really not see everything I’ve done for you? If you knew you couldn’t escape, why did you still run?”

A biting cold wind swept into the room, carrying a bone-chilling frost.

The villa was secluded in the mountains, accessible only by a winding mountain road. The night was pitch black, with only a few streetlamps along the road casting faint glimmers of light.

Not a single car passed by on the road in the dead of night. Xia Chengxi crouched in the grass beside the road, making his way downhill. This was the only path down the mountain. He had to escape as far as possible while Chu Ran hadn’t yet discovered his absence.

The mountain wind blew fiercely, and Xia Chengxi trembled uncontrollably from the cold.

[Host, you’re running a fever.]

Xia Chengxi pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. [I know.]

His head felt increasingly heavy. Dragging his exhausted body, he trudged forward step by step, oblivious to the surroundings. He couldn’t stop, didn’t dare to stop. If Chu Ran caught him, he would never have another chance.

Two or three hours passed. As the massive billboard at the foot of the mountain came into view, Xia Chengxi’s spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace. But just then, the sound of a car horn echoed from halfway up the mountain.

Startled, Xia Chengxi immediately ducked into the grass by the roadside.

Before long, four sleek black luxury cars pulled over and parked not far from him. Xia Chengxi hid motionless in the bushes, not daring to make a sound, but the bodyguards seemed to sense his presence, closing in step by step toward the thicket where he was concealed.

What should he do!

Ten meters away, the bodyguards entered the bushes, meticulously searching.

No, he absolutely couldn’t be caught and taken back!

Five meters away, one of the bodyguards pulled out a flashlight.

If he were captured, he would never have another chance to escape!

Three meters away, he could almost make out the barely contained fury on Chu Ran’s face.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Chengxi grabbed a handful of mud and flung it at the bodyguard closing in on him. Then, he sprang to his feet and bolted toward the foot of the mountain. The cold wind rushed into his mouth like a sharp blade, searing his chest with pain.

Xia Chengxi’s running speed left much to be desired. In less than a hundred meters, he was tackled to the ground.

He kicked and punched wildly but was instantly restrained, his legs pinned and his hands seized.

“Shh, Xiao Xi, it’s me. Calm down.”

Panting heavily, Xia Chengxi looked up, tears of desperation welling in the corners of his eyes. The bodyguards stood imposingly behind Chu Ran. Knowing escape was futile, Xia Chengxi could only gaze at him with pleading eyes. His throat felt scratchy, and his voice came out hoarse. “Brother Chu, please let me go. I promise, I just want to see Gu Chengxi once, and then I’ll come back. Really, I will.”

The tearful plea stirred something in Chu Ran’s heart, but he shook his head resolutely. A bodyguard handed over a pair of handcuffs, and Xia Chengxi panicked, scrambling backward to hide his hands.

“Chu Ran, don’t do this to me, please. You said you loved me, so why are you hurting me?”

Chu Ran said nothing, forcefully pulling Xia Chengxi’s hands out and cuffing them behind his back with a sharp click.

“I’m sorry, I won’t run away again. Just let me see Gu Chengxi once. Chu Ran, you promised you’d give me anything. Are you going back on your word again?”

“Once we’re abroad tomorrow, I’ll give you anything you want. But today, I won’t let you escape!”

Pleading proved futile, and Xia Chengxi was taken back to the mountain villa. This time, Chu Ran locked him in a windowless room, cuffing his hands to the headboard. Jealous rage threatened to consume Chu Ran, his mind blank except for one thought: to devour the person he had yearned for over fifteen years, body and soul.

Dazed and feverish, Xia Chengxi watched as Chu Ran, his face twisted with fury, roughly stripped off his clothes. The night of escape had drained him, and the fever had sapped his strength. His cuffed hands struggled weakly, and his legs kicked feebly.

“Chu Ran, if you dare touch me, I’ll kill you!”

“Fine, kill me then. How about we die together?”

Rip—

Xia Chengxi was left completely exposed.

A knock sounded at the door. Chu Ran swiftly pulled a blanket over Xia Chengxi’s body. A bodyguard stood outside, his expression grim and urgent. “Second Young Master, the situation has changed. We need to leave now.”

“What happened?”

“Gu Chengxi is here with his men.”

Xia Chengxi laughed weakly. “I knew he would come!”

Without another word, Chu Ran unlocked the handcuffs, hastily dressed Xia Chengxi, and carried his weakened form out of the room.

The helicopter atop the mountain was ready, its massive roar echoing through the air. Just as Chu Ran was about to board, he abruptly looked up and saw five or six helicopters emerging from the pitch-black sky, surrounding them from all directions with overwhelming force. Agile men descended swiftly from the helicopters via ropes, encircling the group completely.

Xia Chengxi opened his eyes in Chu Ran’s embrace, gazing longingly at the man approaching him.

Gu Chengxi walked forward with unhurried, almost careless steps. His unassuming demeanor was not deliberate, yet an innate authority radiated from him, evoking an inexplicable sense of dread. When he finally came to a halt, his imposing presence and chilling aura made Xia Chengxi feel as though he were treading on thin ice—his limbs grew cold with fear and trembling. Gu Chengxi’s clear, piercing eyes looked down at Chu Ran with a detached, almost disdainful indifference, as if regarding mere weeds.

Meanwhile, from another helicopter, a frail-looking boy timidly observed his surroundings before stumbling toward Gu Chengxi. Clinging tightly to his arm, the boy seemed to rely on him completely.