I Entered the Villains’ Den While Pretending to Be a Righteous Man - Chapter 12

“Husband-Bro, I’ll just help you look at it from here. It’s fine.”

Bai Shuijin sat there with such composure that he didn’t look like he had any concerns at all.

Another one of his vexing tricks.

Wang Huanxiu’s eyes flickered with changing light, while Bai Shuijin’s eyes followed the half-peeled lychee in his hand.

Why is there no movement?

Seeing that the other party remained silent for a long time, Bai Shuijin patted him twice, like a seal slapping its own belly. “Husband-Bro, hurry up.”

If they stayed like this much longer, it would be midnight. The more they delayed, the less sleep they would get. Wang Huanxiu, after all, went to work at eight o’clock every single day without fail.

Noticing Bai Shuijin’s impatient look, Wang Huanxiu didn’t say anything. He reached out, pulled open a drawer, and placed a document of about a dozen pages on the desk.

“Help me look over this then.”

Wang Huanxiu leaned back, his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted torso resting against the chair. He watched Bai Shuijin, who was sitting on his lap, with hooded eyes.

Shuijin didn’t lean back; his body was slightly arched like a shrimp as he looked at the materials on the desk. Wang Huanxiu’s cold gaze landed on the youth’s nape. A thin silver chain dangled against the skin. The boy was a bit too thin; even the knit sweater looked baggy on him.

As the boy saw the documents on the desk clearly, Wang Huanxiu could distinctly feel the person on his lap give a jolt. His own eyes became as deep and bottomless as a lake with some massive creature lurking beneath the surface.

Bai Shuijin had been ready to show off his skills, having watched several workplace dramas over the last few days. However, the moment he read the title, he froze.

QVgame Proposal…

QV was the brand, “game” was the product, and “proposal” was the plan. When combined

Bai Shuijin: “!”

Crap! Isn’t this the original game proposal that the original host stole for the first time in the novel?!

He had already decided not to steal anything and just lie low in this world, but the document had jumped out in front of him on its own. In the novel, the villain noticed the theft immediately. After all, when a unique set of documents suddenly vanishes without a trace, it’s hard not to notice.

The original host had used the excuse of losing something on the third floor to go up and search, then quietly slipped into the study to steal the files. The villain didn’t even have to investigate; a few questions about who had been to the third floor made it obvious. Only the original host thought his plan was flawless.

That theft had been the beginning of the original host’s journey toward being sliced into pieces and fed to sharks. In the book, the villain hadn’t even taken the host seriously and didn’t deign to argue with him. But because the host thought he hadn’t been caught, he acted again and again, becoming increasingly emboldened. It was like a bottle being filled with water; the level rose higher and higher until it overflowed, yet the person involved remained oblivious.

Until they were eliminated.

Bai Shuijin shuddered. He couldn’t let history repeat itself. But why was Wang Huanxiu showing him these documents? Had he already started to suspect him? Was he intentionally taking them out to test him?!

In the next second, he felt his nape being seized. Cold fingertips kneaded his neck rhythmically.

“Well? Finished looking?”

Wang Huanxiu straightened his body, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Bai Shuijin. “Anything you want to say?”

Wang Huanxiu held the half-peeled lychee in one hand and kneaded Shuijin’s neck with the other. Bai Shuijin’s own shadow on the desk was swallowed by a much larger, darker one.

At this point, I probably have to poke my own eyes out to prove my innocence.

Bai Shuijin lowered his head and remained silent.

Wang Huanxiu’s hand remained on his neck. Even with his left pinky in a splint, it didn’t hinder his ability to squeeze. “Weren’t you going to help me with an opinion? How is the document?”

As he spoke, he began flipping through the pages to let Bai Shuijin see the whole thing.

Bai Shuijin: “…”

This man is truly wicked.

But as the pages turned, Bai Shuijin realized he couldn’t understand the document at all. Why were there so many strange symbols and codes? And professional jargon? The novel hadn’t detailed the actual contents of the file. To him, the papers might as well have been written in a dead language.

How was he supposed to evaluate this? His teachers hadn’t taught him this!

Bai Shuijin looked up at the man. “Husband-Bro, can I really say it?”

“Speak freely.”

“Then don’t be angry when I say it.”

Wang Huanxiu’s eyes were icy. “I won’t. How is the document?”

Bai Shuijin pointed a small hand at it. “Crap.”

“…”

The air went silent for a few seconds. Wang Huanxiu’s brow twitched. “And?”

Bai Shuijin doubled down. “Total dog crap.”

“…”

In the novel, after the proposal was stolen, Wang Huanxiu simply discarded the plan and brought out another set to counter the protagonist. Clearly, the original proposal must have had loopholes, which was why he was “struggling” with it now.

Or, more likely, Wang Huanxiu had already made up his mind not to use it and was letting the document serve its final purpose: testing Bai Shuijin.

Looking at the boy on his lap who had just called his work “dog crap,” Wang Huanxiu narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. But when he saw the boy’s red, moist lips, that satisfaction was replaced by something more sinister.

“Did you have a good time out today?” He’d even put on lipstick.

Bai Shuijin thought about it. It had actually been quite nice; he’d bought his “little house” milk. He nodded. “Yes.”

“Heh.” Wang Huanxiu let out a cold laugh.

Bai Shuijin turned to look at him. “Husband-Bro, why are you laughing so strangely?”

Wang Huanxiu looked at him indifferently. “You misheard.”

“No, I didn’t.”

He won’t even admit it.

Sitting so close, Bai Shuijin’s nose was filled with the scent of the lychee in Wang Huanxiu’s hand. He swallowed, unable to stop thinking about how sweet it must be. “Husband-Bro, can I eat the lychee in your hand?”

Wang Huanxiu saw the boy staring longingly at the fruit. He raised his hand and offered the half-peeled lychee.

It’s just a lychee.

But Bai Shuijin didn’t take it. He patted the man. “Husband-Bro, finish peeling it for me.”

Wang Huanxiu stared at him. The boy’s head was tilted, his profile looking playful and cute in his new outfit. Bai Shuijin was young six years younger than him, the same age as his own younger siblings. Six years didn’t sound like much, but a different analogy put it in perspective: when Wang Huanxiu went abroad for university, Bai Shuijin was only in sixth grade.

“Husband-Bro,” the boy urged again.

Vexing.

Wang Huanxiu frowned, but his slender fingers quickly finished peeling the fruit. The translucent white flesh was fully exposed. Just as it was ready, Bai Shuijin moved his head toward the hand holding the lychee. Wang Huanxiu didn’t move away, his fingers holding the fruit right there.

I’ve peeled it, and now I have to feed him?

If Bai Shuijin hadn’t leaned down to eat it, the man wouldn’t have brought it to his lips. Bai Shuijin took the lychee into his mouth, his lips lightly brushing Wang Huanxiu’s fingertips with a faint, subtle sound.

“Husband-Bro, it’s actually quite sweet.”

Wang Huanxiu expressionlessly picked up a tissue from the desk and wiped his fingers. “If you’re done eating, leave.”

“Husband-Bro.”

Husband-Bro, Husband-Bro. The man felt like there was a broken record in Bai Shuijin’s mouth that had been playing since he got home.

Wang Huanxiu gave a perfunctory reply. “What?”

“Let’s go together. It’s late; we should sleep.”

Wang Huanxiu glanced at the time. It was indeed time to rest. Bai Shuijin felt the thigh beneath him move as the man signaled him to leave. He stood up obediently.

Because he had sat for so long, he let out a big stretch. The sleeves of his knit sweater were loose; as his arms went up, the fabric slid down to his upper arms, revealing his pale, smooth skin.

The documents remained spread out on the desk; Bai Shuijin didn’t spare them a second glance as he followed Wang Huanxiu out of the study.

At the bedroom door, Wang Huanxiu turned to look at him. When the door opened, Bai Shuijin made a move to slip inside.

Wang Huanxiu hooked a finger into his back collar. “What are you doing?”

Bai Shuijin froze, only then remembering his room was on the second floor. But he had no intention of going back. “Husband-Bro, let me sleep here today.”

“You certainly aren’t shy.”

Bai Shuijin replied with a popular idiom: “Since I’m already here.”

After washing up in the massive, echoing bathroom, Bai Shuijin rolled onto the bed. He tumbled like he was in a washing machine; with a bed this big, that was the only way to get across it.

Wang Huanxiu took a shower. He seemed to have forgotten to take his clothes in and walked out with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

With his broad, powerful chest, sharp abdominal lines, and faint serratus muscles, Bai Shuijin was suddenly wide awake. He scrambled up from the bed.

That waist looks powerful.

In his previous life, his greatest hobby had been watching college boys play basketball; it was his favorite way to decompress. He’d never been in a relationship, but he knew what a good physique looked like.

Wang Huanxiu noticed the movement. Bai Shuijin was sitting on the bed, staring at him unblinkingly. He narrowed his long eyes. “What are you doing?”

Bai Shuijin replied: “It looks good! I love looking!”

“…”

After changing into his robe, Wang Huanxiu lay down. Bai Shuijin was scrolling through his phone to induce sleepiness, the bedside lamp still lit. His fluffy head was nestled in the pillow as he giggled at a video.

It was a video of a college boy shouting to the opposite dormitory building, “Guests who are interested in me, please leave your lights on!”  only for every single light to go out instantly.

Bai Shuijin showed the phone to Wang Huanxiu, wanting to share the joy. “Husband-Bro, look at this, it’s hilarious.”

Wang Huanxiu spared it a glance and ignored him.

Bai Shuijin mimicked the boy in the video, whispering, “Guests who are interested in me, please leave your lights on.”

Click— The bedside lamp went out.

Bai Shuijin: “…”

Bad man!

Downstairs, the butler was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he persisted.

A servant tried to persuade him, “Uncle Zhang, why don’t you just rest for today?”

“No. The Master is definitely going to kick Master Bai out tonight. Once he’s thrown out, I’m going to pack his things from the second floor immediately.”

I’ll make sure his departure is absolute!

The servant looked at him. The elderly sure are stubborn.

But Master Bai’s prospects tonight did seem bleak; the chances of him being kicked out were high. The servant glanced up toward the third floor.

When is the Master going to kick him out?