The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 60

This was the Duke’s favorite flower room; who would dare make him angry? The person responsible was truly detestable!

Jiang Yi thought to himself, narrowing his eyes.

He searched the replay meticulously for anything that might have upset the Duke. Finally, his critical gaze landed on that broken, chattering mirror lying on the ground.

It had to be that thing.

The moment the thought occurred to him, the magic mirror flew up like it had gone mad, screaming all sorts of nasty things and even scratching his Duke’s palm. Even though it received its due punishment afterward, losing most of its embedded gemstones. Jiang Yi was still fuming.

Staring at the jarring red mark on the Duke’s fair palm, Jiang Yi leaned closer to the screen.

Thud. A very soft sound.

It wasn’t until a cool sensation touched his forehead that he realized he had pressed his head against the monitor. The cold seeped into his skin, but it couldn’t dampen the sudden surge of anxiety in his heart—not just because the Duke was hurt, but something more…

Something he couldn’t quite identify yet.

Jiang Yi suddenly ducked his head, burying his face into a cotton doll that smelled like fresh laundry, and took a deep breath.

The Duke is so, so, so fragrant.

Jiang Yi was. fully revived.

Right, the Duke’s clothes for tomorrow weren’t ready yet. He didn’t want his Duke wearing the same thing every day. There were still too few options in the inventory.

Jiang Yi headed to the Mall, sweeping up all the available clothes and accessories, and organized them into the Duke’s wardrobe by color. It looked perfectly orderly, which felt deeply satisfying.

What should His Grace wear tomorrow?

That silver-grey morning suit with the subtle embroidered patterns was excellent, paired with a white one-piece collar shirt. He would look elegantly charming. But the deep blue velvet suit was also nice, the lapel pin was very special, and Jiang Yi happened to have a suit in a similar color.

Tick-tock.

A notification rang in the game. In the Duke’s bedroom, Jiang Yi had spent money to buy a vintage wall clock; the hour hand was now pointing exactly at two o’clock.

Duke Felix Cheng’s afternoon nap was over.

Jiang Yi shook his head and switched to “Game View.” His controlled avatar had just pushed open the door when he saw a smiling John heading upstairs.

As a mere butler, isn’t he a bit too eager?

Jiang Yi thought suspiciously, staring at John’s back. He hadn’t forgotten this fellow’s previous misdeeds. Outside the game, Jiang Yi counted “Three, two, one,” while inside the game, “Jiang Cheng” crouched down and raised his arms.

Just as John stepped onto the final stair with his tray, “Jiang Cheng” lunged forward. With a nimble maneuver, he snatched the tray away and beat John to the door.

Clatter.

The game’s physics engine was a little too realistic. “Jiang Cheng” couldn’t check his momentum; he faceplanted onto the floor, and the tray went flying.

Bang.

Felix Cheng woke up in a daze to a loud crash. He looked over in confusion to find two people sprawled at the door.

One was the strange tutor, Jiang Cheng, spread-eagled and twitching incessantly. The other was John, who had landed on top of Jiang Cheng, using him as a human cushion. Even now, John kept that smile on his face, his legs still moving as if he were walking. It looked like he was on a journey he couldn’t stop, and he had no complaints about it.

Felix Cheng rubbed his eyes. He must still be dreaming. He blinked, climbed back into his warm bed, pulled up the duvet, and closed his eyes again.

The weary Duke needed another nap. If not a long one, just a second would do.

But the world wouldn’t allow it. Almost the instant Felix Cheng lay down, his body sat back up, staring forward with hollow eyes. Not even a single second…

He was so angry.

A fuming Felix Cheng, hair a mess, grabbed the pillow behind him and smacked it directly onto his own face. Darkness enveloped his vision. His head began to nod forward. Felix Cheng felt slightly better.

Close eyes. Keep sleeping.

Jiang Yi was not doing well.

The game was lagging; he couldn’t control his avatar. On the screen, “Jiang Cheng” was shivering, John still on top of him, was smiling and shivering, and even Duke Felix Cheng, sitting on the bed, had started shivering.

It looked incredibly eerie.

Jiang Yi popped a new lollipop into his mouth, his right hand frantically sliding the mouse and clicking the right button.

Get up, get up, get up! What is that annoying John grinning at?

Jiang Yi’s brow furrowed tighter. Suddenly, a pristine white hem appeared in his field of vision. In the blink of an eye, his brow smoothed out. He was too familiar with that hem. Even through the screen, he could sense the softness and the faint fragrance as it billowed slightly with Duke Felix Cheng’s movements.

The still-twitching “Jiang Cheng” looked up and met Felix Cheng’s beautiful silver-grey eyes.

Suddenly, a flood of complimentary phrases came to mind. Just like his many rehearsals, Jiang Yi typed them out, letting “Jiang Cheng” recite them in the game:

“Your eyes are like the first ray of divine light at dawn, forever etched upon my heart.” “In this very moment, I bear witness to an existence more beautiful and radiant than the rising sun.”

Felix Cheng felt offended.

This tutor, who was in such a pathetic state on the floor, had the audacity to spout such suggestive love poems the moment they met. He seemed to have no regard for the other person present, saying these things with a “devoted” look on that foolish face.

Felix Cheng, who had intended to help him up, took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed instead.

Strange, hasn’t the forced wardrobe change after the nap started yet? Is it because they both fell? If they stay down, can I regain my freedom and do whatever I want?

Felix Cheng kept thinking. The instinct to sacrifice someone else’s freedom for his own was something anyone being driven mad would agree to, even if only for a moment.

“Get up!”

The “Jiang Cheng” who had just been reciting poetry suddenly shouted, snapping Felix Cheng out of his thoughts. He looked up to see “Jiang Cheng’s” face flushing red. The tutor pushed off the ground and bounced up like a nimble little animal.

“Phew, phew… finally up.”

“Jiang Cheng” spoke while straightening his clothes. Felix Cheng noticed he had changed. He had arrived in a knight’s outfit, but now he was wearing a deep blue formal suit with a strikingly eye-catching brooch. This was the kind of attire nobles wore to banquets. Was he some wealthy aristocrat?

And where did these clothes come from? He hadn’t brought any luggage.

Countless questions raced through Felix Cheng’s mind, but his face remained a mask. He watched as “Jiang Cheng” flashed that silly smile again, and John stepped forward.

“Your Grace, have some hot tea.”

At some point, John was holding a new tray with a steaming teacup. When did he go get that? Felix Cheng was suspicious; his attention had been entirely on “Jiang Cheng,” and he hadn’t noticed a thing.

He suppressed his doubts for now. As usual, he took a sip of the tea to moisten his throat and said, “The tea is a bit hot. How did you brew this?”

This line changed every day. Today was “too hot,” tomorrow might be “too cold.” In short, “he” was never satisfied with this cup of tea.

And John would always look up, saying fearfully, “John begs for your forgiveness. The next cup will surely be to Your Grace’s liking.”

Felix Cheng thought: I really am a tyrannical Duke. The servants and slaves in the manor are all terrified of me.

After apologizing, John added, “Your Grace, these are the clothes prepared for you.”

Following John’s gaze, Felix Cheng saw the folded clothes. He couldn’t understand why he had to change twice a day. “Fine,” Felix Cheng was forced to respond.

The prepared outfit wasn’t the crimson suit from this morning, but a very ordinary tailcoat, which was much easier on his eyes. As Felix Cheng reached for the white shirt, a wave of dizziness hit him. The shirt in his hand turned pale yellow.

Felix Cheng: “?”

He didn’t move. He blinked, and the shirt turned light blue. then pale pink.  then deep brown. The folded clothes on the side turned into a silver morning suit.  then a white tailcoat. then a deep blue velvet suit.

Felix Cheng took a deep breath and stepped back. John’s voice came again: “Your Grace, these are the clothes prepared for you.”

Felix Cheng turned around, his eyes wide with shock.

The clothes on “Jiang Cheng” had turned pale pink, with a flamboyant peach-colored bow tied at the neck. He looked like a beautifully wrapped gift that had been sent specifically to him, just to.

“Duke Felix Cheng, what do you think of my outfit this afternoon?”

“Jiang Cheng” addressed him formally, staring at him without blinking, his eyes full of expectation. He wanted recognition. He wanted to make him happy.

In a flash, Felix Cheng’s body was suddenly clad in that same soft pink suit. He froze on the spot.

Matching pale pink suits, matching snow-white shirts. The only difference was that the bow on his own neck was slightly looser and didn’t choke him.

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Felix Cheng clenched his fists, his gaze cold. His fair cheeks flushed with a thin veil of red from anger. He was certain now this fellow was behind it all. He must be using some kind of Dark Magic.

And seeing that he had achieved his goal, the man showed no guilt or shame, still smiling like that.

Provocation. He is provoking the authority of the Manor Lord.

“Duke Felix Cheng?” “Jiang Cheng” asked tentatively.

“I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”

Duke Felix Cheng’s UI: Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep-beep, beep.

“Jiang Cheng” tilted his head. “Eh?”

The Duke seemed. angry again.

“Your Grace, it is time for Master Jiang Cheng’s lesson. Would you like to go see?”

Felix Cheng: I don’t want to. Putting two annoying people together was even more annoying.

“I know. I’ll go,” Felix Cheng said crossly.

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