The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19.1

Song Liguang dragged his agonizingly painful legs away from Sheng Yan and the others in shame and indignation, only to suddenly realize something.

The spot where they were standing was right outside his room!

The people who should have left were them. What right did Sheng Yan have to tell him to go?

Song Liguang wanted to go back. He wasn’t the one who should be embarrassed, so why should he leave? If they had the guts, they should do it right in front of him!

But he looked down at his legs, wrapped in bandages like two mummies, and then looked up at the spiral staircase behind him. His face twisted.

Even though he had the system secretly heal the bone injuries while the doctor was cleaning the wounds, the gashes on his knees still looked terrifying. In reality, they weren’t severe, but they still hurt! The blood loss and the raw, upturned flesh made his body feel incredibly weak. He couldn’t ask the system to fully heal the external wounds—that would be too fake and draw too much unwanted attention.

When he first came down the stairs, his mind was so full of the image of Lu Mingyue kissing Sheng Yan that he felt nothing in his legs. But now, to ask him to endure the pain and go back up? Sorry, he really couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to be a cripple.

More importantly, he didn’t want those two to see him as a joke again!

But if he didn’t go back, wouldn’t today’s suffering be for nothing?

Waves of resentment surged in Song Liguang’s heart. He had endured piercing, bone-deep pain for over ten minutes, and this was the outcome? Who could accept this? Who could be satisfied?

Song Liguang closed his eyes. He didn’t accept it!

He had used so much determination and willpower to execute this “bitter meat” trap (self-harm to gain sympathy). Even if he couldn’t win Sheng Yan back, he at least expected the man to look at him with a new sense of pity. Instead, it was all for naught—a wasted effort.

Song Liguang’s nails dug into his palms. The pain made his mind exceptionally clear. He thought of his plans being disrupted by Lu Mingyue time and time again. He thought of the years he spent working like an ox in Sheng Yan’s house.

The hatred in his heart grew denser. He stopped thinking about the system’s missions. He had only one feeling now: he wanted those two to experience the same agony he had suffered. To be cut into a thousand pieces. Only that could dissolve the hatred in his heart.

He asked System 766, “If I can’t complete the mission, what must I do to avoid being obliterated?”

As if sensing his dark emotions, System 766’s voice became cold and terrifying: “Then there is only one way: kill the mission targets.”

As I thought.

Song Liguang understood. He figured that if every “task-taker” who failed was simply obliterated, where would the system find so many replacements? There had to be another way.

It made sense. These characters in the small worlds must possess something the system needs; that’s why task-takers are sent to “conquer” them. Otherwise, why would a high-dimensional entity like the system care about these low-dimensional worlds?

If they couldn’t get what they wanted through the “official” method of completing missions, there must be “illegal” shortcuts. For the systems, if they can’t take what they want legitimately without attracting outside attention, then taking a risk becomes the most logical path. As long as they get what they want, would they care how it was obtained?

It was because Song Liguang understood this that he dared to ask. Satisfied with the expected answer, he opened his eyes. “Exactly what I want.”

Nothing would excite him more now than seeing those two wailing in pain before they died.

After Song Liguang left, Lu Mingyue and Sheng Yan continued to kiss for a while. Without the annoying fly buzzing around, Lu Mingyue’s kisses became even more passionate.

Sheng Yan used his knee to nudge Lu Mingyue, dodging the kiss that was coming back for more. He reminded him, “He’s gone. You still want to keep going here?”

Lu Mingyue cupped Sheng Yan’s face, rubbing his nose against the other’s. Looking at Sheng Yan’s face, which was easily flushed by the heat of the moment, he said with a charming smile, “Then shall we go back to the room and continue?”

He was too happy right now. His heart was beating several times faster than usual. He didn’t want to be apart from Sheng Yan for a second; he just wanted to stay with him, even if they did nothing at all.

But the heavens weren’t cooperative. Before Sheng Yan could answer, Guo Hang came running up the stairs, panting heavily. “I finally found you guys!”

The two, still immersed in the romantic atmosphere, turned to look at him simultaneously. Their eyes both held a faint trace of murderous intent. Guo Hang’s footsteps faltered under those two sharp gazes.

Looking at the two of them pressed against the wall in such an ambiguous posture, Guo Hang realized what was happening a beat late. He said bluntly, “Did I interrupt something?”

He scanned the two of them. Their faces were flushed and their eyes were full of affection; it was obvious they had just been up to no good. He hummed inwardly—I knew there was something going on! And they had kept denying it? This was the how many-eth time he had caught them kissing?

This was the legendary: “We kiss and go to bed, but we’re just good friends!”

Seeing the “I get it, I get it” expression on Guo Hang’s face again, neither of them bothered to explain this time.

Lu Mingyue let go of Sheng Yan. Sheng Yan smoothed his hair and clothes, which had been ruffled by Lu Mingyue’s kisses, and asked Guo Hang, “What are you looking for us for?”

Guo Hang’s face fell. “It’s all because of that Song Liguang. He made such a mess in the hall and smashed so many plates. Some of them are very expensive, and the manager is looking for me to pay for the damages.”

In a luxury hotel, even a pair of chopsticks or a set of tableware is specialized. Something that looks insignificant might be a designer piece. Song Liguang had flipped the tablecloth in a rage; he felt satisfied, but Guo Hang was the one suffering.

The more Guo Hang thought about it, the angrier he got. Why should he pay? He had to make Song Liguang pay! He looked behind them. “A waiter said he came up to the third floor. Why isn’t he with you?”

If Song Liguang came looking for Sheng Yan, he definitely wouldn’t miss a chance to be alone with him.

Sheng Yan shrugged. “Unlucky for you, he’s gone.”

Sheng Yan hadn’t thought about the bill earlier, or he would have told the guy to pay before leaving.

Lu Mingyue glanced at Sheng Yan and smiled. He had been too busy kissing Sheng Yan to notice Song Liguang’s face, but he could still feel the gaze that wanted to poison him with hatred. If Sheng Yan had asked for money on top of everything else, Lu Mingyue suspected Song Liguang might have tried to kill them on the spot.

Guo Hang saw the look between the “couple” and understood immediately—the two of them had teamed up to take down the “trashy” rival again! No wonder Lu Mingyue is the ‘Main Consort,’ he thought. Look at how well he coordinates with Brother Sheng to keep the bad guys from scheming!

But understanding didn’t pay the bills. Guo Hang looked miserable. “Song Liguang isn’t a star anymore, so he can’t put it on a tab. He’s disappeared, so the money has to come out of my pocket.”

If they had broken the stuff, he wouldn’t mind. But it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t even settled the score for the ruined celebration, so why should he pay for him?

Sheng Yan was about to give him advice when Lu Mingyue spoke up first. “Don’t pay yet. Ask the hotel manager for a compensation list and a copy of the surveillance footage of him flipping the table and breaking things. Tell the manager to call the police and let them handle it.”

Guo Hang was surprised. “You can do that?”

Lu Mingyue said seriously, “Why not? If I remember correctly, you didn’t send him an invitation to your celebration, right? We need to find out how he got in to cause trouble. You can’t just let him do whatever he wants.”

Reminded by Lu Mingyue, Guo Hang suddenly saw the light. “Right, right! We can’t let this slide.”

Guo Hang hated Song Liguang; there was no way he’d invite him. Since the micro-movie was a hit, most people were happy to give him face and show up. It would be easy to find out where he got the invite. If he forged it, the situation would be even more interesting.

Guo Hang hurried off to handle it, no longer wanting to be a third wheel. “You two, continue. I’m going to get busy.”

Lu Mingyue looked at Sheng Yan. Sheng Yan looked back. Neither of them had the same “mood” as before.

Finally, Lu Mingyue reached out his hand to Sheng Yan. “Brother Sheng, shall we go take a look too?”

“Sure.” Sheng Yan looked at Lu Mingyue’s clean, warm fingers and placed his hand in them. The moment their fingers touched, they naturally interlocked.

When Guo Hang heard they were coming along, he felt bitter. Great, I ruined their moment. I hope I don’t wake up one day and get ‘assassinated’ by them.

Lu Mingyue and Sheng Yan weren’t thinking that far ahead. They simply realized that since Song Liguang’s plan failed again, he would surely come up with something else. A person who could be so ruthless to himself was likely to do something even more insane out of spite. By following up now, they could protect themselves and prevent innocent people from getting caught in the crossfire.

The two of them, having teamed up multiple times against Song Liguang, had unintentionally formed a perfect tacit understanding.

They went down to the main hall. A group of guests was still there; the celebration wasn’t just about eating and drinking—it was for business networking and seeking investment. They weren’t going to let a small interlude stop them. In fact, they were even more excited because they had something to talk about.

Earlier, people were worried about how to start a conversation without sounding abrupt. Now it was easy: “Hey, did you see the guy kneeling on glass earlier?”

Instant connection! They could gossip and then transition into business. The hotel lobby wasn’t cold; it was even livelier than before.

In such a bustling environment, two handsome men of similar height entering hand-in-hand while chatting and laughing immediately drew everyone’s attention.

People looked over. Both were very easy on the eyes. The long-haired man in the black suit seemed cold but was listening patiently to the man in the silver-grey suit. Meanwhile, the man in silver-grey seemed gentle, but his eyes were only on his companion; he didn’t even notice the crowd. Their hands were tightly clasped. In a word: they were a perfect match.

“Eeeek!”

In a corner where no one could see, a group of young women let out muffled squeals. “That must be the ‘White Moonlight,’ right?”

Thanks to Song Liguang’s scene, everyone at the celebration now knew the love-entanglement between Sheng Yan, Lu Mingyue, and Song Liguang. The girls who loved shipping “CPs” (couples) were now burning with curiosity about the legendary White Moonlight. They wanted to see the person who was so unforgettable that someone would seek out a substitute rather than forget him.

They thought they wouldn’t get to see him today, but the surprise came so fast! Seeing that the person holding Sheng Yan’s hand looked a little like Song Liguang, the “CP DNA” of the onlookers started thrumming. This was definitely the White Moonlight!

“These two men together are a much better match than Song Liguang!” Everyone felt that Song Liguang’s thin, frail look felt a bit out of place with anyone. Plus, Lu Mingyue’s temperament and appearance were both brighter than Song Liguang’s. Everyone’s heart immediately shifted toward Lu Mingyue.

“If I were that White Moonlight, I wouldn’t be able to forget me either!” The girls chatted excitedly.

Only Jiang Huaisu, who had been chatting happily with them earlier, was drinking coffee awkwardly to the side. How could she explain to her friends that the only reason the White Moonlight became a White Moonlight was because she had “beaten the mandarin ducks apart” back then? Even though Lu Mingyue didn’t like Sheng Yan at the time, who could say for sure? If Sheng Yan had tried a bit harder, maybe Lu Mingyue would have agreed.

She couldn’t say it! She blamed herself for being too naive back then and not knowing about the “Pure Love” genre. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have missed the chance to ship them up close and wouldn’t be pretending to be a cold observer who “doesn’t ship real-life people.”

Lu Mingyue didn’t realize what others were thinking until they got to the lobby. Seeing so many people, he realized holding hands might be inappropriate. He was about to let go, but Sheng Yan tightened his grip.

“Hmm?” Lu Mingyue looked at him.

Sheng Yan knew Lu Mingyue didn’t mean anything by it, but he still asked, “Scared?”

Lu Mingyue laughed. “Yeah. Brother Sheng’s charm is too great. Holding your hand like this, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing you in front of everyone.”

Sheng Yan smiled and said nothing, leading Lu Mingyue to follow Guo Hang to find the manager.

Song Liguang had entered with an invitation; the surveillance confirmed it. Guo Hang then called everyone who hadn’t shown up to ask if they had lost or given away their invites. Everyone said no.

The case was clear: Song Liguang’s invitation was a forgery.

With evidence in hand, Guo Hang called the police without hesitation. The police stated they would find Song Liguang, demand compensation for the hotel, and investigate the forgery.

Once the chaos was sorted, the celebration officially ended. Lu Mingyue had to go back to work the next day and couldn’t stay with Sheng Yan. As he left, he smiled regretfully. “I have to go back and earn money for Brother Sheng. I can’t let you live a hard life with me.”

Sheng Yan caught the keyword: “With you?”

“Mhm.” Lu Mingyue kept his promise. “I promised Chairwoman Jiang before that I would never be ‘together’ with you. A man must keep his word, so I can only ‘trouble’ Brother Sheng to be with me instead.”

Sheng Yan laughed. “Then you better work hard. I’m very expensive to keep.”

“I know.” At the hotel entrance, Lu Mingyue looked at Sheng Yan’s face under the flickering lights and declared again, “I said I would give you something better, the best. I will work hard.” He was telling Sheng Yan that what he said earlier wasn’t a lie.

Sheng Yan took the “something better” to mean something else entirely. “I believe you.” He could feel Lu Mingyue’s sincerity. This wasn’t a man who made empty promises. He tilted his head so Lu Mingyue could see him better in the light and suddenly smiled. “So, do you want me to go to your house tonight?”

If he remembered correctly, they had said “continue” earlier.

Lu Mingyue took a deep breath. His heart felt as though it had been seized; he forgot how to breathe. His head wanted to nod in agreement, but he forced himself to hold back. “It’s too late today, and my house hasn’t been tidied up. How about… I invite you over another day once I’ve prepared?”

Lu Mingyue wanted to bite his own tongue. Why do I sound like a scumbag? When a boyfriend wants to go to your house, you should be rolling out the red carpet, not pushing him away! But he didn’t want to be disrespectful to Sheng Yan. Everything today had been too rushed. Even though they were both men, he felt a certain level of respect was necessary.

“Sure,” Sheng Yan replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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