The Protagonist and the Villain Both Kissed Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

“In the future, you will meet an Alpha with high compatibility, like Fu Heng. You will end up with him,” Duan Cheng said calmly. He seemed entirely unbothered by the idea of Su Xi being with the protagonist.

Su Xi looped his arms around the man’s neck and leaned in, pouting. “I won’t. I can just use suppressants. Besides, are you trying to push me away?”

Use suppressants?

Duan Cheng didn’t say much, his gaze darkening. He whispered as if to himself, “Suppressants hurt too much. It would be better to just remove the gland.”

Su Xi’s body stiffened at those words, his hands trembling. Perhaps because his reaction was so obvious, the hand around his waist tightened. Warm breath fanned against his ear, making him shrink back with a shiver.

“Are you scared?” Duan Cheng hooked a finger under Su Xi’s chin, his voice cold.

“I’m not,” Su Xi denied, shaking his head.

“Just kidding. Don’t be afraid.” Duan Cheng’s expression softened considerably. He let go and patted Su Xi’s back, signaling him to stand up. His eyes flickered to the pile of snacks on the table. “Fu Heng sent those?”

Su Xi followed his gaze to the messy table. Duan Cheng’s eyes were pinned accurately on a box of hazelnut chocolates with only a few pieces left. Su Xi grabbed the chocolates and dumped them into the trash can. “I won’t take his things anymore.”

“Does your hand still hurt?” Duan Cheng asked, not reacting to the gesture.

“It doesn’t. It’s a small wound.” Su Xi felt guilty; luckily, the man didn’t offer to change his bandage, or his lie about the “cooking injury” would be exposed.

Feeling the intensity of the man’s gaze, Su Xi bit his lip. He suddenly remembered the candies Qiu Qi had given him and felt like the fruit candy he had grabbed from the table was a hot potato.

He was doomed. He had told Duan Cheng he hated candy, and now he realized Duan Cheng had probably seen through him then but just hadn’t said anything.

The atmospheric pressure in the room dropped. After a few seconds of hesitation, Su Xi popped the candy into his mouth anyway. The sweet fruit scent spread across his palate. He sat on the sofa, head down, feeling constrained.

He stole a glance at Duan Cheng sitting diagonally across from him. The man was unhurriedly drying his hair, never once looking up.

The silence in the training room was eerie. Just as Su Xi was about to find a topic to break the ice, his communicator flashed with several red notifications from a stranger. He opened the bottom-most message, it was a video. After a few seconds of a black screen, it showed a scene in a bar. Amidst a pulsing crowd, noisy, suggestive sounds filled the air. Su Xi closed it as fast as he could, but it had already played for two seconds.

“What garbage,” he muttered, trying to cover up his flustered state as he blocked the number.

Duan Cheng had heard the noise. He looked up; Su Xi’s red lips were moist from the candy, and his clear eyes were full of unease. Feeling a surge of wicked playfulness, Duan Cheng asked lowly, “Su Xi, where is that dog of yours?”

“What? I’ve never owned a dog.” Su Xi didn’t understand. He crunched the candy and swallowed before answering.

But a second later, he realized what Duan Cheng meant. Was he calling Jiang Wenyan a “dog”?

The answer was clearly within Duan Cheng’s expectations. His face remained calm, and he didn’t pursue the topic further, as if he hadn’t just asked a malicious question on a whim.

Su Xi tried to stand up, but his vision suddenly went black. The brightly lit room began to flicker and blur. He sat back down, swaying slightly. His neck gland felt like it was on fire, the heat radiating even through the blocking patch.

He bit his lip, wanting to find the medical kit, but his body was too weak. He turned to Duan Cheng, who looked perfectly normal, unaffected by Su Xi’s state.

“Duan Cheng… come help me,” he called out softly, his eyes rimmed with red.

By the time the emergency medical kit was found, Su Xi was slumped on the sofa like a puddle of water. Duan Cheng approached with a syringe filled with silver-blue liquid. His voice was husky as he leaned over the defenseless youth. “This might hurt. Endure it.”

“Mm…” As the cold liquid was injected, Su Xi let out a soft cry. He frowned, gripping the cushion beneath him, his lashes trembling violently.

(Salvation Value has reached 10.)

System 1368’s voice rang out. Su Xi didn’t speak; as the heat receded, a deep thirst took over. He looked at the water pitcher on the table, then at Duan Cheng. After a two-second pause, the man walked over and poured half a glass, holding it to Su Xi’s lips.

“I have no strength,” Su Xi whispered, acting weak and spoiled.

Duan Cheng’s heart seemed to skip a beat as he looked at the flush at the corner of Su Xi’s eyes. His lips formed a straight line, but he followed Su Xi’s lead and fed him the water.

After drinking, Su Xi felt much better. He smiled at the man. “I knew you were the best.” He remembered the “pursuit guides” he’d watched they all said to be generous with praise and confessions.

“It’s almost noon. What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it,” Duan Cheng asked, avoiding Su Xi’s smiling gaze.

“Let’s go to the cafeteria!” Su Xi suggested.

The school cafeteria had a good reputation. At noon, the second floor was packed with long lines. People were whispering as they saw them.

“Is that Su Xi? Why is he here instead of the fancy restaurant?”

“Maybe he wants a change of pace.”

“He looks so cute… I want to go say hi.”

Su Xi ignored the comments while waiting for Duan Cheng to return with the food. Usually, the original host would never step foot in a cafeteria, he was a spoiled young master who only ate at high-end places or had private chefs. But Su Xi had to stay close to Duan Cheng.

“Hello, is this seat taken?” a female voice asked.

“Qiu Qi?” Su Xi was surprised. He looked at the four-person table and nodded. “Sure, sit down.”

“Great!” Qiu Qi sat happily next to Su Xi, her gaze lingering on his face with a hint of infatuation.

Duan Cheng returned with the trays, his brow furrowing when he saw how close Qiu Qi was sitting to Su Xi. Su Xi’s eyes were glued to the tray, the sweet and sour pork looked delicious. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in small, eager bites.

Duan Cheng sat opposite them, watching Su Xi’s cheeks puff out like a hamster. He suppressed a smile and looked at Qiu Qi. Like him, her food was untouched; her blatant gaze was fixed entirely on Su Xi.

“Why aren’t you guys eating?” Su Xi asked, pausing mid-bite.

“You should eat more, you’re too thin,” Qiu Qi said, using public chopsticks to pile more food onto his plate. Seeing Su Xi nod obediently, she almost couldn’t contain her desire.

Su Xi swallowed, but suddenly, Duan Cheng stood up and walked away. Su Xi didn’t even finish his meal; he scrambled to follow him.

“Duan Cheng! Why are you walking so fast?” Su Xi’s stomach felt like it was churning. He stopped, unable to keep going, but Duan Cheng didn’t look back. He felt a surge of frustration.

But he had a mission. After resting, he tried to track Duan Cheng down. The sky was turning gray, threatening rain. The wind rustled the leaves, but Duan Cheng was nowhere to be found.

“Where did he go… leaving me all alone…” he muttered, crouching under a tree to watch ants.

“Host, do you want me to find him?” 1368 asked pityingly.

Su Xi stood up, his legs numb. “No. A man who flips faster than a book? Forget him.” He’d been so nice to the guy, and just because he talked to someone else, he wasn’t even allowed to finish his lunch?

Someone noticed him and tried to approach, but another person got there first. Su Xi thought it was Duan Cheng, but it was Jiang Wenyan.

“Why are you here?” Su Xi asked.

“If I didn’t come, you’d run off with someone else. A-Xi, is the person you like really Duan Cheng?” Jiang Wenyan blocked the view of onlookers. He couldn’t understand why Su Xi had moved on from Fu Heng to someone he used to hate so much. If Su Xi could change his mind that easily, why not choose him?

“He’s, my fiancé. Isn’t it normal to like him?” Su Xi’s voice was calm. He looked at Jiang Wenyan’s darkened expression, but suddenly his arm was grabbed and he was pulled forward. He gasped in pain, tears springing to his eyes.

His hand was already injured, and now it was a bone-deep throb. He looked at the person pulling him Duan Cheng.

“You’re hurting me…” Su Xi sobbed.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Jiang Wenyan grabbed Duan Cheng’s collar, but Su Xi used his other hand to push him away.

“I’m fine, you go back first,” Su Xi said, his voice trembling.

Duan Cheng didn’t let go, though he loosened his grip slightly. Without a word, he dragged Su Xi toward the dormitory, ignoring the strange looks from everyone they passed. Su Xi lowered his head in shame, feeling like a piece of merchandise on display.