The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Automatic Notification: [Protagonist Gong, Shang Ling: Hate Value -15. Current: 80/100]

Hate Value notifications do not appear constantly. Human emotions are complex, and a person’s likes or dislikes are difficult to gauge. Only a numerical fluctuation exceeding 5 points will trigger an automatic alert.

The more Yu Qing thought about it, the weirder it felt. Shang Ling, who was supposed to loathe him, was already acting bizarrely by refusing to let go of his foot—but why was the Hate Value decreasing?

Before he could ponder an answer, a wave of numbness spread through the nerves in his foot, making his fingers go weak. He pursed his lips and lifted his leg, trying to retract his foot, but his ankle was held in a death grip, rendered immovable.

He looked up and glared at Shang Ling, warning him not to go too far.

Shang Ling watched him for a moment and, as expected, lessened his grip slightly. However, just as Yu Qing managed to lift his knee a fraction, he was yanked back down by the ankle. Still clutching the bedsheets, Yu Qing slid downward, his small face filled with panic from the sudden shock.

Yu Qing was livid: “Shang Ling, you—!”

“I said I would put them on for you.”

As if oblivious to Yu Qing’s foul mood, Shang Ling’s gaze traced downward from Yu Qing’s knee with business-like precision, curving over the calf and landing on the foot with its curled toes. After staring for a moment, Shang Ling said slowly, “But I also have germaphobia.”

Was he calling him dirty in a roundabout way?

Before Yu Qing could explode, someone handed Shang Ling a wet wipe. Yu Qing’s arms suddenly went soft, unable to support his weight, as a damp, chilly sensation touched his foot.

Shang Ling carried out his “germaphobe” persona to the extreme, not even letting the tiny gaps between the toes escape his attention. Yu Qing was driven to the point of tears; his toes turned pink and curled tightly, and a whimper escaped his throat. Finally, his arms gave out entirely, and he collapsed onto the bed like a limp noodle.

Shang Ling’s expression was focused. He carefully observed the spreading pink flush on the skin, wiping the same spot with his thumb for a long time—until he was suddenly kicked square in the chest.

It was a deeply humiliating gesture.

Automatic Notification: [Protagonist Gong, Shang Ling: Hate Value -10. Current: 70/100]

Yu Qing: “…”

He was incredulous. “Is Shang Ling mentally ill? I kicked him, and he’s… happy??”

556 was also stunned. Having guided many hosts, it was its first time seeing one as uncooperative as Yu Qing, and its first time seeing a protagonist who enjoyed being kicked. It was truly an eye-opener.

Shang Ling’s expensive suit was now covered in wrinkles. He gave it a faint glance, then returned to a half-kneeling position in front of Yu Qing, pinning down the calf that was mere inches away.

The Little Master had only recently reached adulthood, and because of his frail health, he wasn’t as strong as others his age. Being caught by just one foot was enough to make escape impossible.

“Let go of me!”

Yu Qing’s temper flared. Being bullied in front of so many people made him feel humiliated. He racked his brain for the harshest words he could find: “Or else I’ll… I’ll…”

“Or else I’ll kick your mouth until it’s ruined!”

Shang Ling actually laughed. He was pampered, yes, but he had zero intimidation factor. The angrier he got, the more Shang Ling’s mood seemed to soar.

Shang Ling’s fingers brushed over the ankle and moved downward. Seeing the red flush driven into the corners of Yu Qing’s eyes, his canine teeth began to itch. He lowered his head and kissed the top of the foot held in his hand.

This act sent Yu Qing into a total state of panic. He struggled and retreated like a madman. However, his ankle was gripped firmly, and he felt as though he were about to slide flat onto the bed.

He glared at Shang Ling, but Shang Ling wasn’t angry. Instead, under the scorching gaze that wished to execute him, Shang Ling let his tongue climb upward, inch by inch.

Shang Ling asked unhurriedly: “Like this?”

It felt as though a snake’s tail was coiling up from his ankle. A hair-raising chill froze Yu Qing’s limbs. His hair was a mess, his eyes were wet and red, and every time he opened his mouth, it was a miserable sob. Even though the contact was warm, it sent Yu Qing into a total tailspin. His noble, cold demeanor vanished, replaced by sheer panic.

Shang Ling looked up, staring deeply at Yu Qing. Like a victor flaunting his spoils, he leaned over, opened his mouth, and gave a gentle bite.

He asked, knowing full well the answer: “Didn’t you say you were going to kick me? Why did you stop?”

The heat of his breath followed his words onto Yu Qing’s calf, triggering waves of goosebumps. Yu Qing was truly scared senseless.

Automatic Notification: [Protagonist Gong, Shang Ling: Hate Value -10. Current: 60/100]

【Holy sh*t!】 556 couldn’t restrain its joy: 【Shang Ling’s hate was at 70, now it’s 60! One foot-kiss for a 10-point drop! Awesome! Yu-宝, hurry up and shove your foot in his mouth, let him have a few more tastes!】

“SHUT UP!” In his extreme rage, Yu Qing actually shouted out loud.

After shouting, his face filled with grievance. Yu Qing had never been treated this way, let alone suffered such humiliation in public. With his eyes red and his lips pursed as if on the verge of tears, he looked like a pampered little prince who had been bullied to the point of crying.

The bedroom was deathly silent. The bystanders who had witnessed the whole thing cast reproachful glances at Shang Ling. While the Little Master’s temper was a bit much, Shang Ling was being… too much.

Yu Qing was already feeling wronged, and seeing Shang Ling staring at him—as if mocking him—made it worse. He grabbed the nearest object and threw it at Shang Ling’s face: “You’re a psycho!”

Shang Ling didn’t dodge. A pure white cotton sock slid from his forehead over the bridge of his nose, eventually landing in his large palm.

Yu Qing nearly fainted from anger—the man was actually holding onto his sock and refused to let go! Dead pervert!

The throwing a tantrum Little Master was hard to coax. He jumped off the bed, refused the servants’ help, and retreated to a corner to change his clothes himself. He felt a strong, burning gaze behind him, as if it were a physical tongue licking his back.

He turned halfway around and snapped: “Turn around!”

“Don’t look!”

Yu Qing asked 556 to keep watch. “Is he peeking?”

【Don’t worry, my precious, I’ve got my eyes on him. If that foot-loving hooligan turns around, I’ll let you know immediately. I won’t let you be taken advantage of. How dare he use his toad-mouth on your swan-foot? He needs to come out and get a beating!】

Already ashamed, Yu Qing’s face turned scarlet at the system’s words, and his lips trembled: “You… you shut up!”

After Shang Ling turned his back, he swept a glance across the room. The bodyguards and servants instinctively lowered their heads. Once he was sure no one was looking at Yu Qing, he turned slightly to observe Yu Qing changing through the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The boy seemed truly angry. His freshly combed chestnut hair was a mess, his fingers were shaking, his buttons weren’t fastened properly, and his face was flushed—whether from anger or from the lack of servants, it was hard to tell.

Quite a temper.

Shang Ling’s main impression of Yu Qing was that he was high-maintenance, troublesome, and prone to outbursts. The current Yu Qing fit that description perfectly. But… it was acceptable. Not as detestable as he had imagined.

…

Shang Ling was acting on Old Master Yu’s orders to take Yu Qing back to the ancestral home for dinner. Halfway there, Yu Qing caused another scene, insisting on going to T University to pick someone up.

Shang Ling had heard of Yu Qing’s absurd behavior—that at such a young age, he was already “keeping” a college student. Playing with a “pet” was one thing, but he actually wanted to bring that kind of person back to the ancestral home?

Wishful thinking.

The driver was Shang Ling’s man. Without Shang Ling’s word, he didn’t dare change the route.

“Continue as planned,” Shang Ling said indifferently.

Yu Qing turned, his face flushing with a thin layer of rage: “I said, I want to go to T University.”

Shang Ling crossed his arms and closed his eyes, playing deaf and dumb.

Yu Qing let out a cold laugh and turned to open the car door. Before his fingers could touch the handle, a powerful arm wrapped around his waist. Shang Ling used his other hand to pin Yu Qing’s shoulder, his voice thick with suppressed fury: “Yu Qing!”

The back of the Maybach was relatively spacious, giving Yu Qing plenty of room to act out. Out of sheer necessity, Shang Ling had no choice but to lift him up and place him on his own lap.

The harder Shang Ling tried to hold him, the more violently Yu Qing struggled. Shang Ling didn’t even notice how his own buttons had come undone, or how his hand had slipped through the gaps in Yu Qing’s clothes to press against his lower abdomen.

Yu Qing had just woken up and hadn’t had breakfast; moreover, he had been throwing a tantrum the whole way and refused to eat. Consequently, his stomach was a bit flat but had a soft, “meaty” feel, with skin as smooth as satin.

The palm pressed against his belly moved forward, gripping his side. In the shadows of the unseen folds of clothing, the soft flesh seemed to overflow from between his fingers like milk.

Shang Ling looked down at him. Because of his weak constitution and poor stamina, the boy was panting slightly. His hair was messy and his cheeks were rosy, making him look more vibrant than usual.

“Let go of me!”

Shang Ling’s continued silence was met with a cold laugh from Yu Qing. Sitting on Shang Ling’s lap, Yu Qing grabbed the arm that was blocking his collarbone and leaned down to give it a vicious bite.

A groan of pain escaped Shang Ling. Not only was Yu Qing biting him, but he was also thrashing about, kicking his legs and causing a total scene. With his arm covered in bruises and new injuries being added, Shang Ling was forced to compromise. He gritted his teeth and changed his order:

“To T University!”