The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A black Maybach pulled up conspicuously along the curb at T University.

Yu Qing looked down at his phone. The butler had told him that Xi Yue was nearby, but he had no idea what Xi Yue looked like.

People were coming and going at the intersection, and luxury cars drew attention no matter where they were. As the crowd of onlookers grew, Yu Qing lost his patience. In the afternoon, a light rain began to fall just as the weather forecast had predicted. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing his cold, glamorous face.

The dense rain drifted in with the wind, bringing a sense of humidity and stifling heat. Yu Qing watched the window with boredom. The students passing by were in the most vibrant stage of their lives, full of youthful energy.

If only car enthusiasts had been stopping to look before, now the majority of people paused. Their eyes collectively landed on the youth inside the luxury car, unable to look away for a long time.

It was the peak of summer; the rainy day felt even more suffocating. Strangely, his lips were very red—on that frost-cold little face, the color was almost unnervingly vivid.

【Baby! The Protagonist Shou is here!!】

556 said excitedly, 【Protagonist Shou, Xi Yue. He has a proud and cold personality—】

Yu Qing couldn’t be bothered with 556 and gave it another 10-minute mute package. He could only use this six times a day, and he had already used it five times.

“Little Master?”

A faint voice suddenly came from the side. It had the magnetic quality of an adult male without being too heavy—a very distinctive tone.

Yu Qing looked toward the source of the sound. Through the misty rain, he first saw a black umbrella. Transparent droplets slid down the surface of the umbrella, reflecting a somewhat distant face that looked indifferent and devoid of warmth.

It had to be said, a protagonist was a protagonist. Even in a simple white shirt and black trousers, he possessed a temperament that stood far above the crowd.

Xi Yue was also sizing him up.

This was a face with immense visual impact; it forced its way into one’s vision, becoming the absolute focal point. Having pretty features was one thing, but more important was the aura of coldness he carried. He looked noble, his expression was arrogant, and his gaze was icy and flat, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention.

This was Xi Yue’s benefactor—the Little Master of the Yu family.

Xi Yue had been “sponsored” for a month, yet he knew nothing about his benefactor other than his title. There was no information online. It wasn’t until Xi Yue took the initiative to tell the butler, “You wouldn’t want me to recognize the wrong benefactor and climb into the wrong bed later, would you?” that the butler reluctantly gave him a photo. Before that, he didn’t even know what the man looked like.

In the picture, the Little Master was eating breakfast. Bathed in the warm morning sun, his skin looked translucent and somewhat sickly; his features were so exquisite they were almost eerie.

Why would someone with such a family background and appearance want to sponsor him? Xi Yue didn’t believe in free lunches, nor did he believe in idol drama plots.

After a brief exchange of looks, Xi Yue slowly walked up to Yu Qing. He closed his umbrella; a drop of rain landed on his well-defined hand, falling silently along with his words. “Hello. I am Xi Yue.”

The Little Master in the back seat tilted his chin and shot a glance at Shang Ling beside him. “You. Go to the front.”

They stared at each other for about half a minute before the sound of a car door opening was heard. Shang Ling moved to the passenger seat.

Lin You, in the driver’s seat, felt his eyes were about to pop out. He had been by Shang Ling’s side for years and had never seen… such a “compliant” side of Shang Ling. Calling his boss “compliant” might sound unpleasant, but it was the most accurate description he could think of.

The back door opened again, and Yu Qing’s “little lover” took his seat. However, the Little Master was lazily looking down at a fashion magazine, having no intention of acknowledging him.

Yu Qing unblocked 556. “What is Xi Yue’s Hate Value toward me now?”

556 congratulated him: 【75/100. Baby, it dropped quite a bit after he saw you!】

It finished the sentence it had started before being muted: 【He likes to use a cold exterior to hide a sincere heart. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, positive energy—he’s a kind ‘Little White Flower.’ Despite his hardships, he hasn’t lost hope in life; instead, he firmly believes that hard work can change his destiny!】

If Yu Qing didn’t have only one mute chance left, he would have definitely put 556 back on the gag order. 556 had never praised him like that.

The bad-tempered Little Master swept a cold eye over him. Xi Yue was sitting upright, his back straight, looking forward with focus. Every move he made was the epitome of refined elegance. Truly a man of the arts.

But Yu Qing was a man who held grudges. Petty as he was, he was determined to give Xi Yue a lesson he wouldn’t forget. So what if he was the protagonist? He still had to listen to Yu Qing.

His eyelashes fluttered as he lifted his leg. He rested his shod foot directly on Xi Yue’s black trousers, leaving a grey smudge.

Xi Yue turned his head to look at him, meeting a pair of arrogant and malicious eyes.

“Help me take off my shoes. Oh, and the socks too,” Yu Qing emphasized. As expected, he saw Shang Ling’s expression change in the front seat. Yu Qing tilted his head slightly and smiled even more brightly. “What? Unwilling?”

“Not at all, Little Master,” Xi Yue said respectfully.

Xi Yue grasped one ankle with his left hand, lifting it slightly. With his right hand, he untied the laces and removed the shoe. When the foot, wrapped in a pure white cotton sock, was fully exposed to his sight, his fingers paused for a fraction of a second.

“Continue,” Yu Qing ordered, seeing his apparent hesitation.

Xi Yue was submissive and obedient, removing the shoe and sock from the other foot. One white foot rested on the black trousers, while the other small foot was held in his palm. As his thumb pressed down slightly, the soft white flesh dipped—it was incredibly beautiful.

Xi Yue was indeed just as 556 described—”cold face, warm heart”—easy to bully and very obedient. This submission slightly smoothed over the Little Master’s bad temper.

Unexpectedly, Xi Yue suddenly spoke. “Little Master.”

Yu Qing looked over at him, but Xi Yue didn’t look back. Instead, he kept his head down, admiring the white foot in his palm. “Your feet are very beautiful.”

Yu Qing: “?”

“And very soft.”

“…”

A weird silence fell over the car. The two in the front seats had shifts in their expressions, and even the Little Master looked dazed, unable to quite figure out what was happening.

Immediately after, they heard Xi Yue say in an enchanted tone, “And, they smell very nice.”

Lin You slammed on the brakes. The entire car jerked, but fortunately, the Maybach was very stable, so Yu Qing wasn’t jostled much. However, a storm was brewing in his heart; for a moment, he didn’t know if he was being flirted with or what.

Just then, the cold electronic voice rang out again: 【Protagonist Shou, Xi Yue: Hate Value +15. Current: 90/100】

Yu Qing: “…”

He looked at Xi Yue in disbelief. Xi Yue, who was just praising him a second ago, had his Hate Value jump by 15 in the blink of an eye. And yet 556 called him a “Little White Flower”?

This was clearly a Black Lotus. A hypocrite with a knife hidden in his smile. If not for the Hate Value reminder, he really would have been fooled by Xi Yue’s obedient act!

Yu Qing looked over lazily. “Then do you want to lick them?”

The Little Master, receiving no reply, tilted his chin and leaned back, arrogantly dangling his feet in the air. “Do you want to lick them?”

Xi Yue’s eyes lowered slightly, his pupils reflecting that eye-catching white. The toes were rounded and full, like shells that had been carefully selected and washed. Just as he prepared to lower his head to grasp them, a heavy warning came from the front: “Don’t get my car dirty.”

Yu Qing also retracted his feet and let out a cold snort. He raised the privacy partition, dividing the car into two separate spaces. He adjusted his sitting position and found it uncomfortable, so he beckoned Xi Yue with a finger and lay down sideways on Xi Yue’s lap.

In the front, Lin You turned on some music—the classical music Shang Ling liked.

Yu Qing’s eyelashes twitched. “Turn it off. It’s noisy.”

“I want to sleep!”

Though they hadn’t spent much time together, Lin You was truly afraid of this Little Master. Upon hearing the command, he reflexively reached out to turn it off. His finger had just touched the control panel when he remembered his boss was Shang Ling. Lin You retracted his hand and waited for his boss to speak.

It was truly frustrating. Shang Ling couldn’t even use his own car freely. He let out a heavy breath. “Turn it off.”

The rest of the trip was peaceful.

As soon as the car dropped Yu Qing off at the ancestral home, it turned around to head back to the company. Xi Yue opened an umbrella before Yu Qing got out, escorting the Little Master inside.

The butler waiting ahead looked delighted when he saw Yu Qing. “Little Master, you’re back.”

“Uncle Lin,” Yu Qing said. “Arrange a room for him.”

“Why not sleep with your friend?”

“I want to sleep alone.” Yu Qing let out a yawn. “Uncle Lin, I’m so sleepy.”

Facing the elder, his tone carried a hint of acting spoiled that even he didn’t notice. His voice was low and soft, mixed with a blurry, hazy sleepiness—like warm marshmallows, excessively sweet.

Uncle Lin arranged for someone to prepare a bath and had Yu Qing eat some breakfast to line his stomach before taking him to his room.

Yu Qing loved being clean and always showered before getting into bed. Plus, with the light rain today, he felt a bit damp and uncomfortable. After entering the bathroom, he first splashed his face with warm water to wake himself up a bit.

【Baby!!!】

556 said excitedly: 【Today, Shang Ling will be attracted by Xi Yue’s resilient and stubborn personality, and Xi Yue will also fall in love with this perfect man at first sight. This is true love, no amount of cannon fodder can stop—】

Even though he only had one mute chance left, Yu Qing didn’t want to endure it. He pressed mute again. With only the sound of the shower in his ears, Yu Qing scrubbed with bubbles, letting out a pleasant hum. The world was finally quiet.

After his shower, Yu Qing began to feel drowsy again. He hadn’t had enough sleep today, and while he had slept on the road, it wasn’t restful. After drying off, he even forgot to put on slippers and stumbled out while leaning against the wall.

To create the best sleeping environment, the curtains were tightly closed and the main lights were off; only a small nightstand lamp emitted a faint, peaceful yellow glow. He climbed onto the bed barefoot, pulled back the quilt, and began feeling around the bed like a sleepwalker, searching for a body pillow.

He was used to sleeping while hugging something.

Yu Qing’s face suddenly froze. He seemed to have pinched some soft cotton… but then again, maybe not, because it was very hot.

Half-asleep, he gave it another experimental pinch. An oppressed, muffled groan reached his ears.

Yu Qing sprang up instantly. Even though it was just a muffled groan, it was enough to startle him. The Little Master, curled up at the foot of the bed, was scared out of his wits. Using the faint light, he finally saw a person lying in front of him.

His small face was filled with both shock and rage: “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?!”

At this moment, Xi Yue was lying stark naked in the center of the bed, looking at him with a flat, sideways glance, offering no answer.

The Little Master was clearly terrified. The darkness of the bedroom couldn’t hide his sickly pale complexion, and his eyes were wide with fear. Coming to his senses and realizing what he had just touched, his fury burned away his sleepiness. He let out a cold laugh and snapped on the main lights, intending to demand an explanation—

Yu Qing froze.

As a protagonist, Xi Yue naturally had an incredible physique. His shoulders were broad and powerful, with a pair of sexy, recessed collarbones. A perfect layer of thin muscle covered his lower abdomen with clear definition, and his bony, elegant hands rested naturally at his sides.

Moving his gaze further down, Yu Qing’s pupils shrank. His lips parted, then closed again in horror.

Xi Yue, who was at his mercy, showed no anger or despair in his eyes. On the contrary, he was unnervingly calm, openly accepting whatever might happen next.

Xi Yue met the eyes of the pampered Little Master. He had thought the boy would show a hideous expression, but nothing he had imagined happened. Instead, that usually cold and arrogant face was filled with shock and horror. He stammered so hard his voice trembled:

“You… how did you grow up to look like that…”