The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19.2

In the end, Lu Mingyue practically ran away. He was afraid that if he didn’t leave, he’d bundle Sheng Yan up and carry him home right then and there. He hadn’t realized how “teasing” the man could be. Now, every breath, every word, every expression tugged at his nerves. Lu Mingyue felt he was doomed; he was becoming a “love-brain.” He couldn’t suppress the pink bubbles popping in his head.

Watching Lu Mingyue’s hurried departure, Sheng Yan felt a sense of indescribable comfort.

Jiang Huaisu, who had been hiding and watching for a long time, stepped out once Lu Mingyue was gone. She suddenly asked, “Which one of you is the Gong (top) and which is the Shou (bottom)?”

Sheng Yan stopped smiling and looked at her. “What?”

Jiang Huaisu brushed her hair back unnaturally. “I made a bet with my friends. I bet you’re the Gong. You can’t let your old lady lose!” She had already “lost” her son; if she couldn’t even get a “top” out of the deal, it would be a total loss.

Sheng Yan led her to his car. “I thought you didn’t like Lu Mingyue?”

“I don’t,” she admitted. “But compared to Song Liguang, he’s much better.” After thinking it over, she realized she didn’t necessarily dislike Lu Mingyue; she just hadn’t accepted that Sheng Yan was gay. Whether it was Lu Mingyue or “Li Mingyue,” she wouldn’t have liked it. Since she couldn’t change it, she stopped forcing it. Let the children have their own happiness.

“Let me tell you, Song Liguang is a poisonous snake. Look at how he treats himself just to get what he wants. Is that someone who cares about others?” She was afraid Sheng Yan would fall for Song Liguang’s tricks. She had been terrified when Sheng Yan agreed to help him earlier. People who are willing to stab themselves are the darkest inside. Normal people don’t do such extreme things. “Now that you’re with Lu Mingyue, stay away from him.”

She had never liked Song Liguang. It wasn’t just a simple dislike; it was a feeling of deep discomfort. She used to think it was because of Lu Mingyue, but now she realized some people are just naturally unpleasant. Why else did she stop hating Lu Mingyue after a few encounters, while Song Liguang couldn’t win her over in five years?

“I know,” Sheng Yan nodded seriously. He would keep a close eye on Song Liguang. The daggers were out; he wouldn’t be at peace until the matter was resolved.

As expected, after Song Liguang left the hotel that day, he vanished into thin air.

Lu Mingyue didn’t consider himself a “good person” either. He tended to assume the worst of others. He didn’t think Song Liguang had disappeared out of fear or a change of heart. If the man gave up that easily, he wouldn’t have used self-mutilation to beg for mercy. He was surely brewing a bigger scheme.

A poisonous snake is best at hiding, waiting for you to relax before jumping out to kill you.

During a lunch break, Lu Mingyue invited Sheng Yan to his company and got into his car. “I think he’s likely to come straight for the two of us.”

He handed Sheng Yan a bracelet. “Wear this. It’s a GPS tracker and a smart alarm, but it’s also a ‘bodyguard.’ If you’re in danger, press the left button and it becomes a 30,000-volt stun gun. The right button is a laser that can burn through bone. It can save your life.”

Sheng Yan studied the bracelet and noted the dark circles under Lu Mingyue’s eyes. “Is this what you’ve been busy with lately?”

“Not just this,” Lu Mingyue said awkwardly. He had promised to invite Sheng Yan over, but he had been too busy to find the time. “There were work things too.”

Sheng Yan opened a bottle of water for him. “Drink slowly.”

Sheng Yan put on the bracelet. “The GPS tracker, it doesn’t happen to send my real-time location to your phone, does it?”

“Cough—!” Lu Mingyue choked on the water. His face heated up and his ears turned red, but he stayed calm. “You know, we can’t keep bothering the police to protect us from Song Liguang. We should solve things ourselves if we can.”

“I see.” Sheng Yan toyed with the bracelet. “I won’t look for substitutes anymore, and I won’t find any ‘side pieces.’ I won’t give you a chance to catch me cheating.”

Lu Mingyue was shocked. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Sheng Yan leaned back. “So, as long as I’m open with you, I can play around outside?” He nodded to himself. “Well, you are very busy and don’t have time—”

“Impossible.” Lu Mingyue’s head throbbed. He could tell Sheng Yan was being difficult on purpose. “I won’t be busy in a while. Can’t you wait, Brother Sheng?”

“Oh,” Sheng Yan said, acting as if he hadn’t heard. “But you seemed so indifferent to the substitute thing earlier. I thought—”

Lu Mingyue laughed out of frustration. “You can try it,” he said with a smirk. “Don’t forget, your location is in my hands now. I’ll know every move you make.”

Sheng Yan threw up his hands. “See? You admitted it.”

Lu Mingyue’s head hurt. A “love-brain” really was a handful. “I have no choice,” he whispered, leaning in close. “Brother Sheng is too charming. I’m afraid that if I look away for a second, someone will snatch you.” He brushed against Sheng Yan’s face and touched his lips. “Don’t you think I should keep a tight leash on you?”

Feeling the touch on his lips, Sheng Yan smiled. “Then you better keep it tight.”

Seeing Sheng Yan soften, Lu Mingyue’s brow relaxed. All that talk just because he wanted a kiss? He should have just said so. He kissed Sheng Yan passionately. After soothing him, Lu Mingyue went back to work.

He thought the kiss would keep Sheng Yan satisfied for a couple of days, but when he finished work that evening, he saw Sheng Yan waiting at the company entrance with his car keys.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been thinking.” Sheng Yan unlocked the car. “To stay safe from Song Liguang, it’s best if we stay together as much as possible. I’ll pick you up from work from now on.”

“I see.” Lu Mingyue smiled at the man in the driver’s seat. “Then I hope Song Liguang shows up soon, so our Brother Sheng doesn’t have to work so hard ‘day and night’.” He emphasized the “day and night.”

As Sheng Yan was about to reply, he noticed a black car in the rearview mirror following them closely.

Sheng Yan, who had been on high alert, realized immediately. “You called it. He’s here.”

Lu Mingyue glanced at the mirror, dropped his playful tone, and quickly called the police. “Great timing.” Everyone was wondering where to find him; his showing up saved them a lot of trouble.

Lu Mingyue checked the navigation and analyzed the map. “This road is a straight shot with no turns. It crosses a 1.6-kilometer bridge. After the bridge is a busy downtown area. It’s hard to make a move in traffic, so if he wants to act, it’ll be on that bridge. He’ll try to ram us into the river.”

Lu Mingyue looked at the car Sheng Yan was driving. It was heavy. If it hit the water with force, the windows might shatter, water would flood in, and they’d sink faster. By the time rescuers arrived, they’d be drowned. If they tried to swim out, Song Liguang wouldn’t give them the chance—not to mention the risk of being knocked unconscious by the impact.

“We can’t go into the water,” Lu Mingyue concluded. “Find a way to stall him.” The police would be there soon to corner him.

“Okay,” Sheng Yan replied. At his current speed, they’d hit the bridge in minutes. He couldn’t go too fast, but if he went too slow, the person behind would just ram them. If he sped through the bridge, he’d hit the downtown area. He couldn’t risk innocent lives just to get away from Song Liguang.

He had to take a gamble. Sheng Yan slowed down gradually, pretending he hadn’t noticed the tail, to see if Song Liguang would ram them now. He looked for a spot on the road where he could maneuver.

Song Liguang was nearing insanity. Since leaving the hotel, he had been hiding. The police had come for him, but thanks to the system’s warnings, he had escaped through a basement. He couldn’t use his ID or show his face on camera. He lived in sewers, construction sites, and abandoned buildings—worse than a dog.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yan and Lu Mingyue were living happily. He used the system to monitor them and saw them walking the dog, talking, and once kissing in the car.

Shameless.

Because Lu Mingyue worked late, he hadn’t found a chance to kill them both at once. It was too hard to kill one and then the other in a society full of surveillance. His only chance was to do it in one go.

Today, he finally caught them. A car was perfect. He’d run them over, or ram them into the river to drown them. With a double guarantee, they had to die.

But he underestimated them. Song Liguang saw the car ahead stop. “Why aren’t they moving?”

System 766 was confused too. Sheng Yan had disconnected the car’s internet and was using offline maps; the system couldn’t listen in.

“Two possibilities,” Song Liguang narrowed his eyes. “Either the car broke down, or they saw me.”

Sheng Yan’s cars were meticulously maintained. It had to be the latter. Song Liguang floored the accelerator, aiming for the back of their car. He saw a curve in the road ahead; if he could pin them against the wall on that curve, he could crush them.

Screeech—!

Sheng Yan was focused on the mirror. Hearing the tires, he accelerated and shot forward, drifting through the curve.

Song Liguang hadn’t expected the sudden burst of speed. He hadn’t prepared for the turn and had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the wall. He adjusted and continued the chase.

“He’s a madman,” Lu Mingyue gripped the handle. The man wasn’t holding back; he truly wanted them dead.

“Hold on.” Sheng Yan was preternaturally calm. He’d seen crazier things. On the short stretch of road, the two cars played a dangerous game for several minutes, wrecking the surrounding greenery.

Lu Mingyue’s palms were sweating, his heart leaping with the car’s movements, but seeing Sheng Yan’s composure, he didn’t feel afraid.

Just then, Lu Mingyue’s phone rang. “The police said they’re almost here! We just need to hold on a bit longer.”

“Okay.” Sheng Yan calculated they could last another five minutes. By then, Song Liguang would hear the sirens. A normal person would hesitate, giving Sheng Yan the chance to cross the bridge and meet the police.

But as Sheng Yan dodged another ram, a series of painful voices suddenly echoed in his mind.

“Big brother, it hurts!”

“Are my leg and second brother’s hand ruined?”

“Sheng Yan, something is wrong, we have to check or your siblings will be like this forever.”

Boom—!

“Sheng Yan! Go! Don’t worry about us!”

Sheng Yan’s head throbbed with a sharp pain. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his grip slipped, and the steering wheel jerked. Their car slammed into Song Liguang’s, creating a shower of sparks.

“Are you okay?” Lu Mingyue asked softly, noticing Sheng Yan’s distress.

“I’m fine,” Sheng Yan shook his head, but his hands were shaking. Behind them, Song Liguang was preparing to ram them again.

Seeing Sheng Yan’s trembling hands, Lu Mingyue unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed the wheel. “You hit the gas, I’ll steer! We’ll force him to a stop together!” He didn’t wait for an answer, jerking the wheel to sideswipe Song Liguang. He calculated that a side impact would wreck the cars, but the airbags would protect them.

Song Liguang didn’t expect the sudden aggressive move. He couldn’t stop in time and slammed into their side.

BOOM—!

The airbags deployed, cushioning them. But Lu Mingyue, having unbuckled his belt to reach the wheel, was hit hard by the force of the bag. His face twisted in pain.

When the car came to a rest, Sheng Yan saw Lu Mingyue slumped over him. His heart tightened. “Lu Mingyue, are you okay?”

“…I’m fine,” Lu Mingyue whispered after a long moment. He sat up, resting his head on Sheng Yan’s lap, and laughed with the relief of a survivor. “Sheng Yan, listen… the sirens!”

Wooooooo—

Sheng Yan’s ears filled with the sound of hope—just like years ago when he was in despair and someone asked him, “Do you want to change all this?” In that moment, Sheng Yan heard the sound of his own heart.

A month later, Lu Mingyue who had just had the bandages removed from his shoulder couldn’t wait to bring Sheng Yan home. They were already kissing at the door.

“The door,” Sheng Yan reminded him between breaths.

“Mhm,” Lu Mingyue answered, holding Sheng Yan with one hand and fumbling with the handle with the other. He unlocked it with his fingerprint and pushed Sheng Yan inside.

They didn’t even turn on the lights, kissing all the way to the bedroom. Lu Mingyue was on top, but he suddenly stopped. What was the next step?

“First time?” Sheng Yan looked at him in the dim light.

Lu Mingyue closed his eyes. If he could go back, he would have studied a bit before tonight. But he was smart enough to know what to say. “Brother Sheng is experienced and battle-hardened. Why don’t you teach me?”

“…Fine,” Sheng Yan whispered, his voice trembling with a hint of emotion he hadn’t noticed himself.

However…

Half an hour later.

Lu Mingyue nudged Sheng Yan with his knee and laughed, throwing Sheng Yan’s words back at him. “Brother Sheng, first time?”

Sheng Yan took a deep breath. “In a moment, it won’t be the first time anymore.”

Jiang Huaisu: I thought they had done it hundreds of times already.

Guo Hang: …Me too. Maybe we should find some “reference materials” for them.

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