The Protagonist and the Villain Both Kissed Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

“Liar,” Duan Cheng’s cold voice drifted into Su Xi’s ears.

Su Xi found himself pinned between the man’s arms and chest, unable to escape. He lowered his head, avoiding eye contact, and muttered, “Why would I lie to you… Besides, is there anything of yours that I shouldn’t, see?”

Finding a reason to push back, he suddenly regained his confidence. He looked up into those dark eyes and said softly, “You can look at any of my things. I won’t say a word. After all, what’s mine is yours.”

The silence that followed was heavy. See? Su Xi thought. Even the villain was speechless in the face of his logic.

“Are you serious?” Duan Cheng finally spoke, sounding slightly dazed. “What’s yours is mine.”

“Of course.” Su Xi nodded grandly, holding up his communicator for Duan Cheng to see, projecting an image of absolute transparency.

The room remained quiet, lit only by a single lamp as the rain continued to drizzle outside. Unable to go out, Su Xi lounged on the sofa with a handheld game console. He expertly navigated the controls, blowing up a monster nest with a flurry of grenades until a bright red “WIN” filled the screen.

“I won!” He jumped up in excitement, accidentally kicking Duan Cheng, who was still sitting nearby looking through his communicator.

Duan Cheng exited the chat logs and handed the device back without a word, his expression unreadable as he stood up.

Remembering the diary, he’d read earlier, Su Xi’s instinct was that Duan Cheng was about to lose his temper. He discreetly scooted back into the corner of the soft sofa, blinked, and offered the game console. “Do you want to play?”

Duan Cheng ignored the offer, silently threw the empty breakfast containers into the trash, and looked at him with a deep, unfathomable gaze.

Su Xi eventually tossed the game console onto the coffee table, pouting. “This is so boring…”

Sitting around doing nothing wasn’t increasing the Salvation Value. Duan Cheng was proving to be a difficult target. While Su Xi was lost in thought, he didn’t notice Duan Cheng pick up the communicator again. Notifications were popping up rapidly.

Fu Heng: I know you’re with Duan Cheng right now.

Fu Heng: Do you like him? He’s not good enough for you.

Fu Heng: I agree to be with you now. Stop using him to make me jealous.

Duan Cheng scrolled up. The history was filled with Su Xi’s constant attention toward the protagonist, buying him breakfast, sending candies. Fu Heng had only ever responded with cold, one-word answers.

“Duan Cheng, I want to go out and play,” Su Xi said, tearing open a bag of dried mangoes.

“It’s raining,” Duan Cheng replied flatly.

Su Xi huffed. “We have umbrellas. It’s stifling in here.”

“You only want to go out to see Fu Heng, don’t you?” Duan Cheng countered.

“What?” Su Xi looked at him in shock. He glanced at the communicator and saw Fu Heng’s messages at the top. His eyes immediately filled with tears. “Duan Cheng, I don’t like him anymore. I’m right here in front of you, do you really not believe me?”

Su Xi’s tears dripped onto the brown sofa, leaving small, dark spots. He wiped his face, stood up, and ran out of the room barefoot.

The post-rain air was chilly. Su Xi, with his disheveled clothes and bare feet on the cold tiles, drew looks from everyone in the hallway. He lowered his head, trying to ignore the whispers.

“Why is Su Xi out here like that?”

“Who dared to treat my ‘wife’ like this?!”

The noisy chatter made Su Xi uneasy. As people moved closer to “help,” he panicked and grabbed the arm of a passerby. He looked up to see a familiar face.

“Li Huai, help me.”

Li Huai. The original host’s childhood friend, the protagonist Shou of this world, and a high-level Alpha. He was the perfect, gentle counterpart to Fu Heng.

Without hesitation, Li Huai scooped Su Xi up in a princess carry. The crowd parted to let them through. In this school, there were two people you didn’t provoke: Su Xi, the pampered darling of the capital, and Li Huai, the heir to the most prestigious Marshal.

Li Huai’s dormitory was spacious and luxurious. He placed Su Xi gently on the edge of the bed and grabbed some wet wipes. Su Xi tried to take them, but Li Huai firmly lifted his foot instead.

Even though the floors were cleaned regularly, Su Xi’s soles were dusty from his flight. Li Huai didn’t mind, meticulously wiping the boy’s feet. The cool sensation made Su Xi shrink back, tickled.

Li Huai looked at the restrained Su Xi and chuckled. “We haven’t seen each other for half a month, and you’ve become this distant?”

“Show some respect,” Su Xi muttered, mimicking the original host’s personality. “I’m thirsty. I want water.”

Li Huai obliged, handing him a glass. Su Xi gulped down half and handed it back; Li Huai naturally finished the rest, drinking from the same spot on the glass.

“Why are you back early? I thought you were in training for a month,” Su Xi asked, pretending not to notice the gesture.

“If I didn’t come back, you would have been kidnapped,” Li Huai said. He had taken leave the moment he heard rumors about Su Xi and Duan Cheng.

“I wasn’t kidnapped, I was kicked out,” Su Xi retorted, suppressing a smile as the system’s Salvation Value notifications started pinging.

Li Huai’s amber eyes darkened. “What about Jiang Wenyan? He didn’t help you?” Seeing Su Xi stay silent, he added, “You had a fight.”

“I just said a few things because I was in a bad mood,” Su Xi stated plainly. He had only lied to Jiang Wenyan to get back to Duan Cheng’s dorm.

Li Huai didn’t actually care about Jiang Wenyan. He changed the subject: “There’s a team activity at school. Join with me.”

“I’ll think about it.” Su Xi knew he wanted to be with Duan Cheng for the mission, but he needed a catalyst to stimulate the progress.

In the following days, Su Xi stayed away from Li Huai the man was too sharp, and Su Xi feared being exposed as an impostor. Instead, he redoubled his efforts with Duan Cheng, playing the part of the perfect, attentive partner.

In a quiet corner of the library, Su Xi watched the rain through the window. His Salvation Value for Duan Cheng had hit 40, but then it stopped moving. The system explained that small gestures had reached their limit; he needed a “big event.”

Su Xi pushed a registration form toward Duan Cheng. “This is for the school activity. I’ve already filled it out. You just need to sign.”

Duan Cheng looked at the form. Su Xi had already filled in all of Duan Cheng’s personal details with meticulous care. After a moment, Duan Cheng signed his name.

“Great!” Su Xi cheered softly.

Duan Cheng watched him, his heart stirring. Is he really this happy to be on a team with me?

(Ding! Congratulations, Host! Salvation Value has reached 50! Keep it up!)

Su Xi was thrilled. He reached out and shook Duan Cheng’s hand playfully. “I knew A-Cheng was the best to me.”

“Mhm,” Duan Cheng replied, looking away to hide his reaction.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Su Xi said, heading toward the exit. But he wasn’t going to the restroom; he was headed to the guest lounge on the first floor. Fu Heng had messaged him to meet.

He needed to clarify things with the protagonist, but more importantly, this was a major plot point he had to follow.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Fu Heng standing by the window. Dressed in a simple white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like an unreachable “flower on a high mountain.”

Seeing Su Xi, the protagonist slowly stood up.