Quick Transmigration: The Yandere CEO is Both Pampering and Seductive - Chapter 2

How could Qiqi possibly know what was going on in his mind? She said quite earnestly, “Yes, the mission target suffers from bipolar disorder. Please cure him properly, Host, and seriously work on winning him over.”

Song Chubai felt a headache coming on just looking at the ten-centimeter-thick stack of precautions. He fell silent for two seconds, then tested the waters once again. “Otherwise, could we change the mission? Like curing a pig with depression?”

Qiqi: [ … ]

“Please cure the Host properly and seriously work on the mission!” Qiqi emphasized.

Seeing that the system’s attitude was firm, Song Chubai could only let out a disappointed sigh.

If he had a choice, he would rather cure a pig with depression than an overbearing CEO with bipolar disorder.

Since the mission could not be changed, he had no choice but to accept it for now.

Song Chubai continued flipping through the precautions in his hand, striving to memorize them all.

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk.

In the CEO’s office, Lu Chenhan had just finished dealing with today’s documents. He put down his fountain pen, raised his gaze to look at Assistant Wang waiting on the side, and said in a deep voice, “Where is Song Chubai?”

“He is still reading the precautions,” Assistant Wang said respectfully.

Lu Chenhan raised an eyebrow. “He certainly has patience.”

He did not believe for a second the nonsense that Song Chubai liked him.

Lu Chenhan stood up and walked toward the assistant’s office.

He wanted to see what tricks Song Chubai was up to.

When Lu Chenhan arrived at the assistant’s office, Song Chubai had just finished reading the precautions.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: Lu Chenhan is truly sick in the head.

Seeing Lu Chenhan arrive, two words subconsciously popped out of his mouth:

“Sick.”

Lu Chenhan’s footsteps paused, his expression sinking on the spot. He sneered, “Are you scolding me?”

“No, no, no,” Song Chubai hurriedly denied. “I was talking about myself.”

“I am sick. I have caught a disease where my legs go weak the moment I see President Lu.”

As he spoke, he even made a great show of bracing one hand against the desk, pretending his legs had gone weak.

Lu Chenhan glanced at him, the corners of his lips curling up into a satisfied smile.

“Not bad, you know what is good for you.”

After a pause, he added, “Clean up and come with me.”

Song Chubai asked curiously, “Where are we going?”

“Home.” Lu Chenhan gave a rare, good-mood reply without any further explanation, turning and walking outside.

Song Chubai was stunned. Assistant Wang patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully, “Go home with President Lu.”

Song Chubai abruptly grabbed Assistant Wang’s arm and asked nervously, “President Lu wouldn’t do something to him, would he?”

Like, ravishing him first and then killing him or something?

Assistant Wang’s smile carried a faint, eerie undertone. He smiled as he broke free from Song Chubai’s grip and quickly left.

Song Chubai had no choice but to pack up his things and walk toward the elevators.

Lu Chenhan was waiting for him by the elevator doors. Seeing him approach, he frowned and interrogated, “Why are you so slow?”

“My legs are weak, so I walk slowly,” Song Chubai replied promptly.

Lu Chenhan let out a scoff, though he did not pursue the matter further. He strode into the elevator with his long legs.

Song Chubai followed him in, standing behind him and silently appraising Lu Chenhan.

He had always known he was gay, but he had never been in a relationship, nor had he liked anyone. Up until his death, he was still a virgin.

However, asking him to hook up with a man when he did not even like him was something he was absolutely unwilling to do.

Song Chubai lightly pressed his lips together, reached out, and poked Lu Chenhan’s arm.

Lu Chenhan turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Something the matter?”

“Um, could you go a bit lighter?” Song Chubai gathered his phrasing.

Lu Chenhan: ??

Lu Chenhan looked Song Chubai up and down, furrowing his brow and staring straight at him. Deep within his pitch-black pupils, a burning, dark intensity seemed to rise.

After a long moment, he asked, “Lighter with what?”

Hearing this counter-question, Song Chubai realized he had misunderstood. He quickly waved his hands and said, “No, nothing.”

He retreated to the very back of the elevator, pretending he did not exist.

The elevator soon reached the underground parking garage. Lu Chenhan walked out first, with Song Chubai trailing behind sluggishly, feeling somewhat puzzled. He did not understand what on earth Lu Chenhan was bringing him home for, surely not to cure a pet of his, right?

If he remembered correctly, the Lu family did not seem to keep any pets.

While Song Chubai was lost in his wild imagination, they had already gotten into the car. The dedicated driver sat in the driver’s seat, staring straight ahead as if he had not noticed the living breathing person that was Song Chubai at all.

The car started. Due to the inertia, Song Chubai’s body swayed, tilting to the side and naturally leaning toward Lu Chenhan.

Lu Chenhan propped up Song Chubai’s shoulder with one hand, the corners of his mouth curving slightly with a hint of sarcasm as he said, “I am starting to believe what you said before.”

Seizing every opportunity to try and seduce him, isn’t that just because he likes him?

True, for a man as outstanding as he was, it was only natural for people of the same sex to like him.

Lu Chenhan indulged in a rare moment of narcissism, exerting strength through his hand to push Song Chubai back toward the other side.

“Sit up straight.”

Song Chubai obediently straightened his posture, placing both hands on his thighs, his back held ramrod straight, staring straight ahead with the exact demeanor of an obedient student.

Lu Chenhan let out a light scoff, casually crossing his right leg over his left, and took out the evening newspaper his assistant had prepared earlier to read.

Song Chubai glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. The moment he peeked, he heard Lu Chenhan say, “If you want to look, look openly. Don’t sneak glances.”

Song Chubai: [ … ]

He could notice even that?

Were Lu Chenhan’s eyes installed on the sides of his head?

He turned his head to look over, and unawares, crashed right into a pair of pitch-black pupils.

“I told you to look openly, and you actually look openly? Tsk.”

Lu Chenhan let out a soft tsk and laid the newspaper in his hand to the side.

He leaned his upper body forward, suddenly closing the distance toward Song Chubai.

The sudden closeness made Song Chubai’s body jerk violently. This sense of oppression was identical to the sow that had kicked him to death!

Song Chubai was alarmed in his heart. This Lu Chenhan wouldn’t kick him to death too, right?

He blinked his eyes and tested the waters. “President Lu?”

“Hmm?” Lu Chenhan let out a low, sexy sound from his nose. “What? Uncomfortable being this close to me?”

He raised a hand, hooked Song Chubai’s chin, and lifted it.

“Happy?”

Song Chubai: [ … ]

Qiqi, are you sure this mission target has bipolar disorder and not narcissism?

He looked thoroughly narcissistic to him.

Qiqi: “Host, please do not question the professionalism of the system.”

“Please do not chat excessively with the system in an attempt to take shortcuts. Host, please focus on completing the mission properly,” Qiqi stated once again.

Song Chubai let out a helpless sigh. It seemed that the route of chatting with the system to build a good relationship was blocked.

He had no choice but to complete the mission properly.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he looked at Lu Chenhan, lightly pressing his lips together and responding with a low “Hmm.”

Lu Chenhan wore an expression that screamed just as I expected.

He let out a soft tsk and leaned in even closer to Song Chubai.

At this moment, there was only a single centimeter of distance left between them.