Quick Transmigration: I Got Too Far And Was Surrounded By A Bunch Of Crazy Perverts - Chapter 3

Shi Lan was a capable subordinate to the family head, Qin Siyan, so handling a small-time mole was a minor matter. He naturally had no time to dwell on such trivialities; however, if Shi Lan had not mentioned it, someone else would have reported it to Qin Siyan. Of course, Qin Siyan himself had likely already forgotten about such a person, so he did not take it to heart.

Shi Lan handled matters efficiently, but after taking Miao Yang away, he naturally had to report to the master first. Whether the boss cared or not was a small matter, but whether he reported it or not was a big deal.

The Qin family head lived in the main courtyard, a place of water pavilions, carved railings, and exquisite stonework. The sound of rain was serene. A man wearing a black silk robe was watching his water lilies by the pond. The courtyard was as bright as day, with servants waiting nearby with porcelain trays, ready to serve.

Shi Lan approached from a winding, secluded path while holding an umbrella. Behind him, someone was carrying Miao Yang like a young chick. Fortunately, he was still provided with an umbrella and a blanket, so he did not look too disheveled. Shi Lan, meanwhile, had already changed into clean clothes.

Miao Yang’s head wound had not been treated, but it was no longer bleeding. With the meager Luck Value he continuously obtained from Shi Lan, he had barely managed to hold on, though he was extremely weak. As he entered, he lifted his eyelids to look around and was stunned by the man not far away.

Qin Siyan’s black silk robe clung to his body, outlining his powerful chest. With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the impression that everything below his belt was legs, he cut an imposing figure. However, the robe was loose, revealing a pair of long, sturdy legs beneath his black sleep pants. They were not overly muscular, but firm, long, and full of explosive power.

He caught sight of Shi Lan walking in and cast a faint glance toward him. By a stroke of misfortune, Miao Yang met his gaze. It was sharp, cold, and heavy with an overwhelming pressure. Miao Yang’s eyes flickered, and he lowered his gaze.

168, is that the protagonist gong?

168: 【Yes, he is. Very handsome, right? Hehe.】

Miao Yang: “Handsome? Who cares? It is not me who is handsome. If I were the handsome one, you could earn the title of System for the Most Handsome Host.”

168: 【Oh, you seem to have a point!】

Miao Yang sighed. This system seemed useless; it could not provide any helpful information.

Shi Lan stepped forward and said respectfully, “Master, I have interrogated this person. He truly knows nothing, and I would like to keep him.”

Qin Siyan looked at the youth, whose face was stained with blood. “Lift your head!”

His voice was calm and unmoved, yet it acted like an invisible hand, forcing Miao Yang to look up. Miao Yang was completely intimidated. He looked at the man and squeezed out two crocodile tears. “Big Brother, I am innocent.”

Shi Lan frowned, glanced at him, and commanded sharply, “Shut up.”

Miao Yang immediately silenced himself. He just found this “Big Brother” terrifying, and this was only for the sake of saving his own life.

Qin Siyan walked inside and sat down in the semi-open tea room. Miao Yang was placed on the corridor floor; he braced himself against the ground, his face deathly pale. Qin Siyan scrutinized the blanket-wrapped child with sharp eyes and asked, “Do you like him?”

This, of course, was directed at Shi Lan. Shi Lan immediately replied, “I am just playing with him.”

Hearing this, Miao Yang lifted his eyes and met Qin Siyan’s deep gaze. He blinked and instinctively put on a flattering smile, as sycophantic as could be. The key problem was the blood on his face, which made the smile look rather unappealing; only his eyes were worth looking at.

The tall, bulky man sat on the sofa, his presence overwhelming. He rested his arms on the sofa armrests and said in a low voice, “Take him away.”

Shi Lan lowered his eyes. “Yes.” He lifted Miao Yang by the arm, causing the blanket to fall away.

Miao Yang cried out, “Big Brother, I have no strength left. Am I going to die?”

Shi Lan took a deep breath and hissed through gritted teeth, “Shut up.”

Qin Siyan raised his eyes, his gaze landing on the youth’s thin chest, moving slowly upward to the slender, frail neck, and finally to his face. Fearing the dog-like creature would keep squawking and cause dissatisfaction before the boss, Shi Lan picked him up and walked out.

“Ow…”

Miao Yang’s head spun, and he completely lost consciousness.

When he was taken to a simple, makeshift room, the mysterious wound on his head was still bleeding. He lay on the floor, on the verge of death. Shi Lan sat on a stool and watched him.

Miao Yang struggled to open his eyes. “Save me.”

After saying this, he passed out again.

When he woke up again, his body was burning with fever. He said to 168, “I thought I was a goner.”

168: 【Not yet.】

Miao Yang opened his swollen eyes and looked around. The room was not large, with almost no decorations, resembling an unfinished construction site, though a gray sofa sat in the center. The bed beneath him was rock hard. Miao Yang felt dizzy, and 168 updated him on the situation: 【The fatal wound on your head has been bandaged simply, but you have a high fever due to inflammation.】

Miao Yang asked, “Where am I?”

168: 【In Shi Lan’s lounge.】

Miao Yang struggled to climb up. “I feel like I am going to starve to death. Aren’t you systems supposed to be powerful? Transform some food for me.”

168: 【No, we systems are not powerful at all.】

Miao Yang: “…”

He stood up, but when his feet touched the ground, he felt a wave of dizziness. He swayed and nearly collapsed, hitting the bed with a thud.

The door suddenly opened. Miao Yang struggled to keep his eyes open and saw a tall figure walk in. It was Shi Lan, carrying a bowl.

Miao Yang licked his dry lips. “Big Brother.”

Shi Lan pulled him up. Miao Yang was so hungry, tired, and dizzy that he collapsed onto the man’s waist, face down. The position he ended up in was a bit awkward.

Shi Lan’s expression changed slightly, and he grabbed the youth’s chin. “Look at you, acting so seductive.”

Miao Yang let out a cheeky laugh. “Does it seduce you?”

He curved his eyes. His face was bloodless, but his eyes were bright, which eased the dark expression on Shi Lan’s face. He patted Miao Yang’s face. “After you eat the porridge, take the medicine. I do not have a hobby of torturing people to death.”

Miao Yang: “…”