Flirt First, Run Later [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

In the sweltering heat of a September afternoon, even the wind felt scorching. It wasn’t until the sun set in the evening that the sea breeze turned cool. Liang Chu pushed open the window and gazed into the distance. The orange-red sunset hung on the horizon, casting a brilliant golden sheen over the sea.

After enjoying the breeze by the window for a while, the door clicked softly, and familiar footsteps sounded behind him. The floor was carpeted, muffling the sound, but Liang Chu noticed it immediately. It couldn’t be helped—he had been staying in this villa for over two months, and during that time, the number of living, breathing people he had encountered didn’t exceed ten fingers. Apart from Xie Shenxing, there were only the silent servants who cleaned, all of them seemingly tongueless and unable to speak.

When Liang Chu first arrived, he naively thought they were actually mute. Not wanting to poke at their wounds, he rarely tried to strike up conversations. But before long, he saw those same people who had remained silent around him gathering together, chatting and laughing. Being magnanimous and holding no grudges, he slowly approached, hoping to join in. Before he could even greet them, they pretended to be deaf and dumb, looking up at the sky before scattering to sweep the floors.

Liang Chu closed his mouth awkwardly, feeling lonely and sighing to himself that he was just like Huang Yaoshi, living on Peach Blossom Island surrounded by mute companions.

He figured that, nine times out of ten, he had crossed the line in the past and offended Xie Shenxing deeply. But back then, who would have thought that someone so tall and imposing could have the fragile heart of a delicate flower?

Xie Shenxing was utterly infatuated with this body, taking meticulous care of it daily, providing the finest food and drink. Liang Chu felt he had gained weight—quite a bit of it—but Xie Shenxing seemed to love it, often holding him close, probably because he found the extra flesh pleasant to squeeze and embrace.

The newcomer seemed to be in a good mood. While Liang Chu was admiring the scenery, the man stood behind him, watching. Liang Chu grew tired of the view, but Xie Shenxing still hadn’t moved. His feet were starting to go numb, so he shifted slightly to the side. Only then did the man press tightly against him, wrapping his arms around Liang Chu’s waist from behind and resting his chin on Liang Chu’s head as they both looked out the window. In a low, husky voice tinged with laughter, he asked, “Keke, what are you looking at?”

Inside, he was Liang Chu, but on the outside, he was Jing Ke. Liang Chu was his real name, while Jing Ke was the body and identity he had used in the first world.

Liang Chu didn’t turn around, pursing his lips as he considered ignoring the man’s question. But after a moment’s thought, he decided to respond.

During his early days here, he had often clashed with Xie Shenxing. If Xie Shenxing told him to get into bed, he would get out; if he was told to eat, he would drink water. After all, who was he? He was the youngest son of the Jing family, raised in luxury and adored by everyone. He was used to giving orders, not having the tables turned and being bullied by someone else. And that someone was none other than his childhood plaything and servant. The one who had massaged his shoulders, rubbed his back, and even tickled the soles of his feet. It was utterly humiliating. So, he couldn’t control his mouth or his hands. He had thrown things, secretly cursed, and even pinched Xie Shenxing while he was asleep, pretending to be asleep himself when Xie Shenxing woke up. Whether openly or behind the scenes, he had never missed an opportunity to cause trouble.

Xie Shenxing saw it all but never stopped his antics. He was no longer the destitute youth who had to depend on others and live under their roof. To him, Liang Chu’s retaliation was merely a form of amusement. After all, he had been confined here, stripped of his power, so it was only natural for him to feel resentful. Xie Shenxing felt he shouldn’t take it too seriously.

Later, Liang Chu heard through the grapevine that the two teacups and vase he had smashed earlier were actually priceless heirlooms passed down through generations. To think he had shattered such treasures so carelessly—it was the epitome of wasteful extravagance. The Jing family, for all their wealth and influence, had never been so recklessly extravagant. Liang Chu muttered to himself, “Is this for real? They must be lying. If it’s true, how much money have I squandered?”

“Is this Xie guy out of his mind? He doesn’t even know the value of these things. If he’d given me a big iron basin, I’d have smashed that too—iron doesn’t break easily and can be reused. He seems clever, but he’s not even as sharp as I am.”

Whether it was true or not, Liang Chu decided to take it seriously. He secretly stashed away two small teacups and a large vase, thinking that if he ever managed to escape this prison, he could sell them for some getaway money. He couldn’t return to the Jing family—they couldn’t protect him anymore.

But since he couldn’t keep smashing things without ruining his playboy persona as Jing Ke, Liang Chu came up with another plan. If force didn’t work, he’d try indifference. He expressed his dissatisfaction with Xie Shenxing’s impassive attitude. After all, he smashed things precisely to get a reaction from Xie. If Xie didn’t even bother to look, it was a blatant disregard for his pride. So, he stopped smashing things and instead treated Xie Shenxing like thin air, ignoring him completely, pretending not to see or hear him. When Xie spoke to him, Liang Chu would turn his head away and refuse to utter a single word.

Unexpectedly, this tactic struck a nerve with Xie Shenxing. For days, Xie tried to talk to him, and for days, Liang Chu played deaf and mute. After a long silence, Xie watched him standing stiffly by the bed, stubbornly silent, then pulled out his belt and said, “You’re rebelling against me.”

Liang Chu was thrown onto the bed and taught a lesson. His hands were bound to the headboard with the belt, and the heavy weight of a man’s body pressed down on him, making him pay for his silence with cries and moans until he was thoroughly subdued.

That one session was enough to reform Liang Chu. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even lift a finger, and he no longer dared to ignore Xie Shenxing’s words. “Fine, I’ll acknowledge him,” he thought, “but I’ll have to come up with another method. Ah, this playboy persona is truly a curse—both the character and the act are ruinous.”

Now, Xie Shenxing had asked what he was looking at, knowing full well that Liang Chu was reluctant to engage. Prepared with immense patience, he waited. A minute later, Liang Chu replied with a world-weary tone, “I’m looking at the sky.”

This natural prison was surrounded by sea and lush vegetation, boasting the most beautiful starry sky in the world. Two months ago, Liang Chu had woken up groggily to find himself here. Seeing him awake, Xie Shenxing set aside his documents, carried him to the balcony, and showed him the starry night—the sky low and studded with stars, the sea shimmering with glowing specks of light. Liang Chu averted his eyes and asked, “Where is this?” Xie didn’t answer. Instead, he listed Liang Chu’s offenses one by one, and by the end, he seemed almost aggrieved, reconciling with him inch by inch.

Xie Shenxing sighed, not wanting to hear such a pitiful tone from him. He never meant to frighten Liang Chu; as long as Liang Chu stayed obediently by his side, he found everything pleasing. He would gladly coax and cherish him.

So, when he noticed Liang Chu’s distraction, he merely nibbled gently on his earlobe, his warm breath brushing against Liang Chu’s ear. Liang Chu shrank his neck slightly, then felt a calloused hand slip familiarly under his clothes, caressing his stomach before deftly unbuttoning his tightly fastened shirt, one button at a time.

Liang Chu had deliberately fastened his buttons from top to bottom that morning, yet it barely bought him a few extra seconds. Xie Shenxing’s gaze was scorching, sweeping downward from his shoulders as if appraising every inch of his body. But what was there left to search for? Traces covered Liang Chu from head to toe—tossed and turned on the bed, he had been thoroughly tasted, with not a single spot spared.

Xie Shenxing’s fingers traced those marks slowly, watching as the person in his arms flushed crimson instantly, his body softening involuntarily. Narrowing his eyes, Xie Shenxing felt a sense of satisfaction—at least the months of doting hadn’t been in vain.

Liang Chu stood motionless by the window, and Xie Shenxing patiently lingered beside him for a while, though his hands remained restless. This body, once awakened to pleasure, was easily stirred. Liang Chu’s breath grew ragged, his legs too weak to stand firm. Yet his hands clung stubbornly to the window frame as if glued there.

Xie Shenxing pried his fingers open one by one, clasped them, and brought them to his mouth, nibbling on the pads. “What’s so fascinating up in the sky that you’d skip a meal for it?”

Liang Chu perked up. He had finally waited for Xie Shenxing to ask. Suppressing his inner excitement, he replied with feigned depth, “There’s nothing up there.” But in the end, he couldn’t contain his glee. “But you’re not up there, and that’s why it makes me happy.”

Xie Shenxing’s movements froze abruptly.

He withdrew his smile, and the air around them seemed to grow heavy. He knew full well that Liang Chu was deliberately provoking him—that mouth had always been sharp. With just a few words, he could effortlessly strike at Xie Shenxing’s sore spots, leaving him helpless.

In the past, when Liang Chu was the youngest in the Jing family, this little rascal knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong. He never dared to cross his older brothers but reserved all his mischief for Xie Shenxing. He was the servant begging for affection at the young master’s feet—tending to his daily needs, dressing him, feeding him, even amusing him. By the time Liang Chu was fifteen or sixteen, craving sweet sugarcane but too lazy to chew and spit out the fibers, he’d almost wished Xie Shenxing would chew it for him and squeeze the juice into his mouth.

Year after year, he had raised him to be this spoiled and lively—had it been easy? Now, as the head of the Xie family, even his own father and brothers bowed and scraped before him, a far cry from the old days. Yet this little thing remained unchanged, still running wild over him as if he were a worm in his belly, knowing Xie Shenxing could never truly tame him.

Xie Shenxing closed his eyes, unable to resist covering that mischievous mouth.

How strange—the same lips that felt soft and sweet in his mouth, moaning so delightfully, could also utter words that infuriated him beyond measure. What did he mean by saying he looked at the sky because Xie Shenxing wasn’t there?

Seeing Xie Shenxing’s darkened expression, Liang Chu felt no fear—if anything, he was somewhat moved and ready to roll up his sleeves. Finally, he had managed to anger Xie Shenxing. He had long wanted to fight him; what was the point of always dragging things to the bed? After these past two months, he had learned his lesson: stay away from the bed, and you’ll live longer. Don’t do it, and you won’t die.

But then, those hands slowly slid downward, wrapping around him from behind. Xie Shenxing pulled him into an embrace, tightening his hold with genuine ferocity. Liang Chu felt as if his bones were about to crack, struggling to breathe from the lack of air, his strength waning.

“Hey…”

Xie Shenxing snapped back to reality, his heart softening as he released the other man. He waited until the man had caught his breath before his expression turned cold, his voice icy as he said, “So now you regret it? Now you don’t want to see me? What were you doing earlier? You deserve this.”

Liang Chu stared at him wide-eyed. Was this something a decent person would say?

His voice hoarse, Liang Chu retorted, “Don’t forget I saved you! If I hadn’t picked you up and brought you home, would you even be alive to stand here and talk back to me?”

Xie Shenxing replied softly, “Isn’t this how I’m repaying you? Making you feel good.”

Liang Chu turned his head away, refusing. “I don’t accept it! If I’d known you were this rotten, I should’ve just let you die out there!”

Xie Shenxing fell silent, suppressing the ache in his heart. “What’s the use of empty words? If I were dead, who would cherish you?”

Xie Shenxing was no pushover—far from the pitiful soul who once slaved for him. Soon enough, Liang Chu paid a heavy price for his reckless words.

Determined to make Liang Chu understand who he belonged to, Xie Shenxing saw him clinging to the window, unwilling to move. Fine, then they wouldn’t move. He pressed Liang Chu against the window and tormented him until Liang Chu’s sobs grew hoarse, his consciousness fading, unsure when it all finally ended.

When he woke again, it was already the next afternoon.

Exhausted from overindulgence, Liang Chu stared blankly at the ceiling for a long while before sluggishly shifting his gaze around. The large bed was in disarray, the sheets crumpled and messy. Frowning, Liang Chu thought that although Xie Shenxing could be fierce, he had never taken it out on him materially. Since leaving the Jing family, his living conditions had actually improved.

Xie Shenxing valued privacy, so the servants never cleaned up afterward. Usually, after their intense encounters, Xie Shenxing would personally clean both the bed and Liang Chu himself, leaving him to sleep and wake up feeling fresh and comfortable without lifting a finger. Liang Chu had once joked to BanyaXiong that Xie Shenxing was born to labor—why else would he insist on doing everything himself instead of letting others serve him? He must have too much free time.

But today, everything felt sticky and uncomfortable, as if Xie Shenxing had deliberately made it so.

Liang Chu took shallow breaths, lying still to gather some strength before slowly sitting up. The moment he moved, the door opened. Xie Shenxing, impeccably dressed in formal attire, walked to the bedside and looked down at him. Every bone in Liang Chu’s body ached; he had no energy to be angry.

Seeing Liang Chu’s discomfort, Xie Shenxing raised his hand several times only to lower it again, waiting for Liang Chu to soften and ask for help. But Liang Chu stubbornly ignored him. Xie Shenxing sighed. What was the point of resisting? He had long since fallen into Liang Chu’s hands.

Xie Shenxing placed a soft pillow behind him and helped him sit up against the headboard.

Satiated from the night’s brutality, Xie Shenxing seemed to be in a better mood. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he asked softly, “Look, darling, where are you now?”

Liang Chu glared at him weakly. What a pointless question—where else could he be? Under Xie Shenxing’s strict watch, he was still in this villa.

Xie Shenxing didn’t press further. Leaning down, he kissed Liang Chu’s forehead, his eyes swirling with turbulent emotions, filled with unconcealed madness and adoration.

“Be good,” Xie Shenxing murmured, his forehead pressed against Liang Chu’s. “I’ll come back to cherish you.”

Then, adjusting his cuff, he left.