The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 63

Felix Cheng felt irritable.

No matter what he said that foolish tutor would just keep smiling and spouting nonsense that didn’t align with his words at all. He knew, of course, that others couldn’t hear him, but the feeling was still unpleasant. Consequently, Felix soon lost the desire to converse and turned away to space out.

The foolish tutor had called him a good person.

A good person? He wasn’t one. No one in the manor would ever consider him “good.”

Felix quieted down, responding to every one of “Jiang Cheng’s” words in his mind. Then, a rich, sweet aroma drifted into his nostrils.

A golden head poked into the carriage, revealing a small tiger tooth. “Kind people, would you like to try the berry cakes I made myself?”

Auden held up a small basket lined with a pristine white cloth. Inside were several round cakes, each as fluffy as a little cloud, their crusts baked to a perfect golden brown with slight cracks. The appearance was one thing, but the warm sweetness mixed with the scent of butter, raspberries, and strawberries instantly filled the carriage.

Felix’s gaze involuntarily drifted downward, a flicker of light passing through his half-lidded eyes.

It smells quite nice…

But Felix was forced to pull his gaze back and lean against his cushion again. He blinked and, with an indignant tone, uttered two words of disdain:

“No.”

 He wanted them. He wanted them so badly. As the master of the manor, it was only fair to receive some repayment for letting a poor, injured soul ride in his carriage.

“I baked these this morning. The berries were all hand-picked from the forest; the flavor is excellent,” Auden said, pushing the berry cakes forward in a hard sell.

“They do look quite good.”

“Jiang Cheng” had been quietly observing. Seeing Felix incessantly fiddling with his cufflinks, he let out an understanding smile and took the berry cakes. “Thank you for your kindness, Auden.”

Auden tilted his head, looking a bit puzzled. “How do you know my name?”

Preset Line: “Of course. I have heard of your brave deeds, how you once saved a unicorn in the forest.” Jiang Cheng’s Text: “Heard of it.”

This surprised Auden, whose eyes widened. “It wasn’t much. I just helped the unicorn untangle some thorns from its horn.”

“Jiang Cheng” followed the script with a few perfunctory remarks. Predictably, they would soon be crowded in the carriage, but his “kind” Duke wouldn’t say a word. If I pulled the Duke onto my lap, would he get angry and kick me out of the carriage? But then again, his Duke was unhappy whenever anyone got close, so being unhappy for that reason wouldn’t be much different.

Jiang Yi’s thoughts wavered back and forth.

In the midst of his cluttered thoughts, the sound of hoofbeats came from the path behind them. A new carriage slowly approached, and sitting inside was a hurried John. Gnas, outside the carriage, waved his small hand and came to the window to explain to Felix. “Father, I sent word to John via a messenger bird to have him come here.”

The “bad child” had finally done something right. Felix nodded to him. “You have done well, my dear Gnas.”

To look after the injured Auden, the “kind soul” Gnas volunteered to switch to the other carriage. Both carriages, bearing the manor’s crest, proceeded toward the town.

No more accidents, Felix thought to himself.

Except.

Felix turned his head, his shoulder brushing against “Jiang Cheng’s.” He cast a toneless gaze upon the man. Why is he still sitting so close?

“Your Grace, I bet you’re craving a sweet, light berry cake right now, aren’t you?”

Jiang Yi took a cake from the basket and offered it to Felix’s lips with a beaming smile. His gaze was certain; he had long since seen through the Duke’s haughty exterior to the heart that craved sweets. But his Duke would never express such a thing; he would only hint at it with those incredibly cute expressions.

No, to be precise, he was hinting at him. Because in this world, only Jiang Yi could understand the Duke’s various expressions and respond quickly.

Felix stole a quick glance at him, sitting very upright without saying a word. A fierce Manor Lord would never admit to such a thing. As the aroma of the berry cake intensified, Felix carefully took a sniff with the tip of his nose.

“Since I’ve already taken it out, it would be a pity if Your Grace didn’t have a taste.”

“Jiang Cheng” leaned down, resting his upper body on Felix’s lap in a submissive posture. As he looked up, stray hairs brushed against Felix’s clenched hand. “Just a tiny bite. I specifically picked the one with the most jam; it smells delicious.”

Felix’s knees suddenly tensed. What is this guy doing?

Ulterior motives. He’s a tutor hired by the manor. Would a child’s tutor do something like this? Seducing. seducing the master of the manor? How annoying. He really wanted to throw him out. Felix’s eyes flushed a faint crimson as he stared at the head nuzzling against his lap. He had heard that in the distant Royal Capital, the royal family had developed a terrifying form of punishment that would strike fear into anyone who heard of it, ensuring they never dared to be offensive again. Using such a punishment to scare this bold tutor would surely work.

But his words couldn’t reach the outside world.

“Your Grace?”

Felix suddenly reached out a finger and pressed it against the faint dimple on “Jiang Cheng’s” face, then followed the contour down to hook onto his collar.

“Your Grace.”

“Jiang Cheng’s” tone didn’t change, but his reddening ears betrayed him. Felix’s mood suddenly improved. This tutor didn’t seem as effortless as he appeared; setting aside his various “dark methods,” his clumsy seduction felt somewhat sincere. For the first time, someone liked him so much completely and without any other hidden agendas.

Felix admitted he was pleased. He finally accepted the berry cake and took a bite where the jam was thickest. The purplish-red juice bloomed across his lips, feeling a bit sticky. Felix naturally extended the tip of his tongue to lick the sweet and sour juice into his mouth.

Just a tiny bit of pink. “Jiang Cheng’s” breath hitched. He stared blankly as that soft tongue-tip swept over the full lower lip, curling the vibrant color inward. His Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily; his eyes were fixed and unmoving. He even forgot to maintain his submissive pose, his knees shifting forward slightly to touch Felix’s legs. He looked up like a faithful believer.

Felix: What a dazed idiot.

“Your Grace, my apologies.” “Jiang Cheng” forced himself to retract his intrusive gaze. He looked down at his toes and muttered, “In my heart, you will always be an existence more radiant than the sun.”

Felix was silent for a while longer. Eventually, sensing something, he leaned forward and pulled back the bright curtain. “We have arrived at the cathedral. We must remain quiet; God likes obedient children.”

The carriage stopped before a cathedral built of white stone, its glass windows sparkling in the morning sun. The cathedral bells chimed at that moment clear and melodious, startling a few white doves perched on the spires. They watched silently from above, folding their wings.

People arriving at the cathedral wore their finest clothes and entered the main doors quietly. Felix remained in the carriage, his gaze exploring everything. To be honest, this was the first time he had left the manor for this lively town since he gained consciousness.

“Your Grace, give me your hand.”

“Jiang Cheng” stepped out first and performed a perfect knightly bow, then gentlemanly took Felix’s hand to help him down. Since the “forced dialogue” phase hadn’t started yet, Felix greedily took a few breaths of fresh air. When his right hand landed in “Jiang Cheng’s” palm, it actually trembled slightly.

“Your Grace, are you cold?”

Felix shook his head with a stiff face. This world finally felt somewhat real. He saw all kinds of people and the sights described in miscellaneous books: fountains, bakeries, tailor shops… Many people lived here.

What about the Dark Wizard? Now that he had been brought out, where would the Dark Wizard hide?

Felix pondered calmly as his lips began to move again. “Dear Lord Pope, it is a pleasure to see you again. How have you been lately?”

He looked up to see the elderly Pope approaching. His snow-white beard looked like drifting clouds, and his smile was benevolent. “Your Grace, it is a pleasure to see you.”

Felix responded with a smile. The Pope was a hypocritical man who had done many dirty things in secret, but because he could “converse with God,” people treated him with respect despite their dissatisfaction. “Duke Felix Cheng” was, of course, the same; he valued his life above all else and gave the Pope a large sum of money every month to have him pray for him day and night.

“Your Grace, perhaps I should share some good news. This morning, glowing spring water gushed from the wishing well in the cathedral’s backyard. Would you like to see it?”

“It would be my honour,” Felix replied.

The Pope led them into the white cathedral, chatting with Felix with a squinty-eyed smile. “However, up until now, no one has visited it.”

The implication was blatant. Felix frowned in disgust. If no one had visited, it was because no one could afford the price of the wish. And for those who could like Duke Felix Cheng, the hypocritical Pope had been waiting here.

Felix clenched his fist and replied, “Rest assured, Lord Pope. I shall show you my sincerity.”

The coachman behind them opportunely opened the wooden chest he was carrying. A blinding golden light burst forth, instantly illuminating the empty corridor. The piled gold coins even had a pungent metallic smell.

Felix walked forward a few steps to escape the discomfort. The old Pope’s beard quivered as he tapped his staff on the floor, his smile becoming even more dignified. “Your Grace, God shall see your sincerity.”

Felix remained expressionless. “That is good news. My thanks, Lord Pope.”

“There is one more matter. It may be a bit troublesome, though for Your Grace, it should be no great difficulty.” The Pope turned around, his greedy face full of wrinkles. “A talking bird is guarding that place, driving away many who try to approach the wishing well.” He paused. “Your Grace, may the brave warrior by your side drive away that annoying bird.”

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