Quick Transmigration: The Yandere CEO is Both Pampering and Seductive - Chapter 1

“Song Chubai, you can’t escape.”

A low, hoarse voice sounded in Song Chubai’s ear. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked toward the source of the sound.

Inside the spacious and bright office, a man dressed in a black suit sat in a high position. His slender, straight legs were casually crossed, his body leaned against the back of the chair, and one hand rested on the armrest, exuding a hint of nonchalance.

Those pitch-black, ink-like eyes stared fixedly at him, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Song Chubai shivered inexplicably.

His body trembled slightly and uncontrollably. Song Chubai bit his lower lip lightly, his long eyelashes fluttering.

Though he looked silent, he was already communicating in his mind with the system that called itself Qiqi.

[Qiqi, what is the situation right now? Are we already starting the mission?]

Hearing his host’s call, Qiqi immediately explained, “Yes. Let me first transmit the preceding plot to the host.”

As these words fell, Song Chubai only felt his brain swell. Unfamiliar memories were forcibly shoved into his head, making his head dizzy and even causing his complexion to turn pale.

He instinctively supported himself on the carpet in front of him, leaning his body slightly forward in an attempt to keep his balance.

At this moment, Song Chubai did not realize how ambiguous and provocative his current posture was.

He was rapidly receiving this extra memory, which was the preceding plot mentioned by Qiqi.

The original body was a corporate spy whose purpose in entering this company was to steal the project proposal for Plan X. After lurking for two years, he had finally found an opportunity.

Just yesterday, the original body had sneaked into the CEO’s office and accidentally triggered the alarm. Even after hurriedly fleeing, he was still caught by the CEO.

And the man delivering harsh words right now was none other than Lu Chenhan, the CEO of the Lu Group.

Lu Chenhan was ruthless and vicious. It was rumored that he even had an underworld background, and his actions were eccentric, violent, and unpredictable.

Being caught by him probably meant only one outcome.

A fate worse than death.

Song Chubai lightly pursed his lips, his long eyelashes trembling as a touch of fragility emerged on his pale face.

“President Lu, I didn’t mean to escape.”

He spoke softly, and if one listened closely, his voice even seemed to carry a hint of a tremor.

Lu Chenhan half-squinted his eyes, staring straight at Song Chubai and the slight expanse of spring scenery inadvertently revealed.

From his angle, he could clearly see Song Chubai’s fair and delicate collarbones. His petite Adam’s apple cast a tiny shadow, tinting that whiteness with other dark undertones.

Lu Chenhan’s fingers toyed with a black fountain pen, which turned into a blur between his fingers. The black color intertwined with his own cold, pale skin, exuding a compelling sense of indifference.

He did not utter a word, yet everything seemed to be under his control.

Feeling the pressure and momentum emanating from Lu Chenhan, Song Chubai’s long eyelashes trembled rapidly, and his pink lips parted slightly.

“I came to the office yesterday just because I wanted to find something related to you, like a fountain pen stained with your scent.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Chubai clearly felt Lu Chenhan’s aura shift a bit.

Striking while the iron was hot, he resolutely said, “Actually, I have liked President Lu for a long time, but…”

He raised his little face, his exceptionally pretty pupils brimming with longing and watery light.

“But I know I am not worthy, so I just wanted to get a tiny bit of your scent to comfort me a little bit at night, just a little bit.”

Lu Chenhan squinted his eyes, sizing up Song Chubai as if trying to look past his face and pierce through his soul.

A full minute later, he hooked the corners of his lips. “Liked me?”

He slowly stood up, his tall physique casting a shadow on the ground.

Walking against the light, he left Song Chubai unable to clearly see the expression on his face, able only to guess his current mood from his chilling words.

“You are worthy?”

Cold and ruthless, it was like a knife plunged into Song Chubai’s heart.

Fortunately, he did not actually like him.

Song Chubai slowly lowered his head. The bangs across his forehead half-covered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows in his eye sockets, also concealing the gaze deep within his eyes.

He spoke in a soft voice, “I know I am not worthy, which is why I took a desperate risk and did something foolish.”

Lu Chenhan let out a sneer, seeming to hold contempt for this rare self-awareness.

Song Chubai kept his head down without speaking.

After a long while, Lu Chenhan spoke again, “Assistant Li has taken leave. For this period of time, you will act as my assistant.”

Song Chubai looked up at Lu Chenhan in surprise.

Is this mission target sick in the head? Clearly disliking him, yet making him an assistant?

Oh right, mission targets are all sick. Song Chubai thought silently in his heart.

A few days ago, while he was assisting a sow with delivery, the sow was in too much pain and exerted too much force, kicking him to death with one leg. Then he inexplicably bound himself to some kind of Walkthrough System.

It called itself a walkthrough system, but its mission was actually to cure the mission targets of various psychological disorders. God knows he was just a veterinarian.

Treating animals was his specialty, but treating humans was truly beyond him.

Yet once bound, the system could not be unbound unless he completed the mission and accumulated enough points to unbind. Of course, it would also come with a revival attached.

Such a good thing, of course he would agree!

Recalling what happened a few days ago, and then looking at Lu Chenhan before him who inexplicably wanted to make him an assistant, Song Chubai could not help but let out a sigh in his heart.

Sure enough, humans are not easy to serve at all; animals are much better.

He somewhat missed the aloof cat he kept at home. At least when he showed affection to the cat, the cat knew how to rub against him with its tail, unlike this one, whose face stank, whose temper stank, and who still made him do hard labor.

Although he had countless complaints in his heart, on the surface, Song Chubai obediently agreed.

Soon, the chief assistant took him to the assistant’s office and told him the assistant guidelines.

Ten centimeters thick of precautions. It was simply harder to serve than an elephant.

When handing these documents to him, the chief assistant even said mysteriously, “Remember, remember, above all else, remember this: the CEO acts purely on whim.”

Song Chubai: “What?”

“Then what is the point of these precautions?”

The chief assistant smiled and patted his shoulder. “To give you something to do.”

Song Chubai was speechless.

It seemed not just the CEO was sick.

After speaking, the chief assistant left, leaving Song Chubai standing alone in place, staring at the ten-centimeter-thick precautions, not knowing what to say.

He sat down and began to flip through them. The very first rule was: “Whatever the CEO says, right or wrong, is always right.”

Song Chubai: “What?”

“Qiqi.” Song Chubai called out to the system in his mind. “Are you sure only the mission target has a mental illness?”

Was it that he had contact with too few humans? Why did he feel like the entire company was abnormal?